A female utopia under the apocalypse of natural disasters

After taking away almost all the written paper and some USB flash drives, mobile phones and tablets, and using her mental tentacles to move the nearby things over as a supplement, Ye Ting moved to the innermost row of shelves.

Like the previous four single-person system warehouses, the corpses of mutated creatures were placed on the innermost shelves, but the Prevention and Control Bureau was much more professional in the containment of individual mutated creatures.

—At least in a sealable refrigerated cabinet.

Not only that, the number of cabinets was also very impressive, sixty in total, so much so that the entire row of shelves in front of her was filled with such sealed refrigerated cabinets.

Each cabinet is one meter long, half a meter wide, and half a meter high, and almost half of it is filled with various small and medium-sized fish, and the remaining half is of course seawater.

During the game, you can see the individual and group rankings as well as the number of remaining teams.

Maybe as soon as they entered the dungeon and discovered that it was an island, they used drones to drag fishing nets to catch small mutated creatures on the edge of the island. However, the number of teams dropped too fast and there was no time to catch fish. Decorating the sea water was also feasible.

This was quite advantageous for her.

It just so happened that she could do more experiments with this seawater.

"Tsk, tsk, there are so many cabinets, what kind of professional team is this?"

Zhang Xue was curious about the supplies in this warehouse, and her abilities were mental suppression and partial control, which were useless against dead objects. Therefore, she could not judge what was in this warehouse through her mental power.

In addition, there are Wang Xiang and Yang Qiannan on the equally distributed firearms side, and those heavy firearms are like toy guns in the face of the physical strength of mutation level four.

They were counting and placing them one by one, so there was no need for her at all.

"...Maybe he plans to take these things out for research." Ye Ting lowered her eyes and spoke calmly.

"Research..." Zhang Xue rubbed her chin with her hand, and the last word was elongated, making it sound unclear.

Ye Ting frowned, and then branched out a spiritual tentacle to connect with the spiritual body in her brain. At the same time, she kept paying attention to Wang Xiang and Yang Qiannan on the other side.

[Are you willing to join the strengthener organization established by the country and serve the country? ]

[This is just a civil servant. I don’t want to be a civil servant. I feel so tired. Moreover, I want to follow our captain first. She is very interesting, and I feel that she is better than us, or even better than all the enhancers. If I follow her in the apocalypse, maybe I will become a big shot in the future, hahaha. ]

[Will you actively or passively tell the national organization about Ye Ting? ]

[I won’t tell you proactively, but if it endangers my personal safety and the safety of people I care about, of course. ]

Ye Ting couldn't say whether she was satisfied or not with her subconscious answers, but they still made her let go of her guard against Zhang Xue.

The mental tentacles rummaged through Zhang Xue's mental body for a while, found the area where memories were stored, and pulled out the memory she had just asked.

Then he changed the shape of the end of his mental tentacle until it became a spoon shape, carefully "scooped" up the memory of the question, wrapped it, and sent it back to his brain through the tentacle for destruction.

In the end, only one second passed until the connecting spiritual tentacles were withdrawn.

The most time-consuming part of this was actually cutting and taking away a small piece of memory about the questioning.

In just one second, Ye Ting got a satisfactory answer, while Zhang Xue looked at the row of refrigerators in front of her. Something seemed to flash through her mind, but she couldn't remember it.

Ye Ting stepped forward, took down one of the refrigerators, and opened it.

The seafood wrapped in crushed ice is not as gray as the seafood in those boxes, and even the fishy smell of the sea that escapes after opening is not as obvious as those in plastic boxes.

Such a comparison shows that the seafood in the refrigerator is fresher.

But it’s true, it’s a refrigerator after all.

After opening it and looking at it for a while, Ye Ting closed it, and then put the refrigerators on the row of shelves in front of her into the basement space.

After packing up the refrigerator, loading a quarter of the guns and ammunition, and finally stuffing two-thirds of the assigned drone, Ye Ting said that her system space could not fit in it.

The remaining one-third of the drones are installed in Wang Xiang's space.

It's a coincidence that after the space between the four of them contained nearly [-]% of the items in the team's warehouse, there was still some space left to hold the guns and ammunition they had vacated.

This is really unbelievable to Wang Xiang and the others.

But they didn't know that when the three of them finished vacating their things and left the bedroom, Ye Ting also used her spiritual tentacles to sweep the materials that they had taken out of the space.

After a little calculation, we can figure out the actual system space size of the three of them.

As for selecting valuable materials, judging the volume of materials and space volume is not a problem at all with the assistance of third-level mental power.

After taking the selected supplies back to the suite, another two hours passed before the player in the last arena copy ended the game.

After the third plenary announcement, a box that could be crossed out popped up in front of everyone.

[Only 23:59:59 left before the ranking match]

The day passed quickly. The second before the countdown reached zero, Ye Ting, Wang Xiang, Zhang Xue and Yang Qiannan each put on the equipment they obtained from the group warehouse. They held short knives that could be used for close combat in their hands, ready to fight at any time. Ready to enter the game.

Not just their team, every player in this system town is ready and waiting for the game to start.

The countdown finally reached zero under the watchful eyes of all the players, but what awaited them was not a transmission from the competition venue, but a section of game notes broadcast by a mechanical voice:

[All players, please note that the ranking match will be your last match and the last game! 】

[The current total number of players: 920, of which only the top [-] players are eligible to retain the current physical strengthening stage. 】

[Top [three hundred], on this basis, the qualification to retain the natural disaster preview game memory will be superimposed. 】

[The top [one hundred], on this basis, will be superimposed to retain the material qualifications in the system space to which they belong. 】

[Top [ten], based on the previous ones, have the qualification to retain the player's current system space. 】

[The top three will receive additional rewards, and the final survivor will receive the final reward. The additional rewards and final rewards will not be announced. 】

[Death in the ranking match is considered elimination, and eliminated players will be kicked out of the game and returned to reality. 】

【Notice! Notice! Next, the precautions are repeated again. Players who have heard the precautions clearly can choose to enter the competition venue in advance after the three-second countdown ends. 】

After listening to the broadcast, Ye Ting looked at the two options that popped up: [Enter the Arena] and [Temporarily Postponed] and clicked [Enter the Arena] without hesitation.