The Shelter Game: Me, Starting with a Tenfold Drop Rate

Common equipment: 684 pieces!

Advanced equipment: 242 pieces!

Rare equipment: 2 pieces!

After the first round of catastrophe, at this moment, there are quite a few forces constantly monitoring the contents of the forum's trading area. As long as the price is relatively reasonable, it will be snapped up directly.

But even so, not many players are willing to sell their equipment.

After all, for the vast majority of players, the equipment in the game is related to their lives.

Selling equipment before having the ability to protect oneself is tantamount to losing one's life.

As soon as the post was published, it was like a heavy bomb dropped down, causing the hearts of all those staring at the screen to boil like a turbulent sea.

"Oh my God!"

"He actually has so many pieces of equipment? There are more than two hundred advanced pieces alone, and... there are even rare ones!"

"Lucky Pretty Boy... why does this name sound a bit familiar?"

"Quick! Immediately contact the person who posted this, we at Dragon Age Guild want all the equipment! Let him name the price!"

"Check! Use all means to find out all the information about this user, preferably to find him in person. Act fast, don't get intercepted by others!"

"If I remember correctly, this person appeared in the trading area when the game just started. At that time, not many people could kill Pigmen, but he had a lot of materials dropped from Pigmen..."

"This guy is no ordinary person!"

Not only domestically, but also many foreign forces were alerted.

For a while, everyone began to investigate the user [Lucky Pretty Boy]...

...

At this time, Irving, was sitting in front of the computer, happily eating the freshly delivered pizza.

Before posting, he had already checked those equipment, apart from the [Void Ring] and the [xx Wand] he gave to Vicky, he didn't care for the rest.

He still didn't know that the equipment he had discarded would cause such a stir after being posted on the forum...

By the time Irving finished his pizza, his stomach was much more settled. He pressed F5 to refresh the forum page, and the small horn in the upper corner was constantly flashing, backstage private messages: 99+. When he opened it, all of them were inquiry messages from players.

"Hello! I'm the president of the Dragon Age Guild. How much are you planning to sell your equipment for? Can you share your address to meet up?"

"Hi, I'm interested in a few pieces of your equipment. Can I buy them separately? Please..."

"Can you send a picture of all the equipment together? If there's really so much, we're willing to buy!"

"Bro, can we be friends? Where did you get so many equipment... I'm so envious, can we play the game together? 001-xxx-0342, this is my number. We can meet offline."

"..."

The messages were too many, making Irving's head spin.

In addition to the short messages from the major forces, a lot of female players were attracted. They all wanted to have a strong protector like [Lucky Pretty Boy].

Of course, they would also pay a certain price, like meeting potentially offline... As for what would happen after the meeting, it's something that every man would understand.

For those retail investors and some players who doubted the authenticity of the equipment, Irving was simply too lazy to respond. As for the price... he hadn't thought about it.

Compared to that, he hoped to get some useful things, like [Obsidian] for upgrading his staff or materials for modifying the shelter, or blueprints for traps and other things.

Just at this moment, Irving's phone suddenly rang.

"Huh? This is..." Another unfamiliar number.

Irving glanced subconsciously at the forum. When he registered, he filled in detailed information. But all the data was strictly confidential by the official and should not be leaked out so quickly.

He hesitated a bit, then pressed the answer button: "Who is this?"

"It's me!" Vicky's voice came from the other end, Irving had left his contact information for her when he exited the game yesterday.

"Irving, you should be awake by now, right?"

At this moment, Vicky was sitting on the recliner in her bedroom. Wearing a strap lace nightgown, her smooth and beautiful legs were resting on the bay window, and her fair skin reflected a bit of light under the sun outside the window.

She pursed her cherry lips and complained, "I've been in the Other world for a few days, and I'm almost suffocated."

Thinking of the [Wind Wolves] she encountered in the mine and the beast tide she had just experienced, especially the [Stone Men]... she was still a bit uneasy.

"How about...we go out and walk around in the afternoon?" A touch of anticipation was flowing in Vicky's beautiful eyes. Seeing no response from the other end, she quickly found an excuse, "You have saved me several times these days. I'll thank you and treat you to a meal."

Irving thought for a moment, then nodded and agreed, sending her his location.

After his rebirth, he hadn't really been out much. Taking this opportunity to get out was a good idea. After all, once the end of the world arrived, most people could only hide in the dark underground pipe.

Shopping? Going out? In a world full of strange beasts, stepping outside is nothing short of a death sentence.

After hanging up the phone, Irving's gaze unintentionally fell on the [Void Ring] on his finger

[Void Ring]

[Grade: Rare ★★★★]

[Introduction: Upon equipping, allows the player to have an independent storage space, size 10m*10m*10m]

"Now that I have time, a little experiment will do." Irving murmured, then picked up the cup of unfinished iced cola on the table, his thoughts slightly moved.

The next moment, something unexpected happened. The cup of iced cola on the table disappeared.

In the shelter, Little Black was curled up sleeping in a straw nest. Suddenly sensing something, he saw Irving and lazily stretched, wagging his tail and preparing to come over.

But before Little Black could get close, it suddenly stopped. Its dark eyes fixed on the object in Irving's hand.

It was the iced cola!

"So, it really can bring objects from reality in here." Irving exclaimed happily, picking up the iced cola and taking a sip. A sense of refreshment instantly spread throughout his body, as if the taste had improved.

Of course, this was just his psychological effect. The cola was still the same, but Irving's mood was as though he had just won the lottery.

This glass of iced cola confirmed his previous conjectures. He could bring real-world items into the Other world through this [Void Ring]. In this way, he could not only store supplies into it, but also make the shelter's renovation possible.

Facing the upcoming second wave of disaster, extreme cold? Just install a central air conditioner. Darkness? Buy a 1000w searchlight used in prisons and install it. As soon as a mouse approaches the shelter, it could be detected immediately. As for the power source...

get a generator if necessary!

The corner of Irving's mouth unconsciously curved upwards. Thinking up to this point, his face was filled with an excited smile. However, the next moment, an unexpected prompt sounded.

[System Alert: Warning from the Blue Star Will!]

[The Otherworld and reality have a one-way connection. Only a very few players can make a two-way connection through rare equipment with "storage space".]

[To maintain the intrinsic balance of the Other world Game, the Blue Star Will will strictly control "Two-way connection" players.]

[Control restrictions are as follows:

1.The weight of the items carried each time cannot exceed one ton.

2.Special materials or items made with advanced technology cannot be transferred, for example: highly explosive, radioactive materials.

3.Each time the equipment is used for transmission, a "cooldown" period is required. Additionally, the higher the quality or the more advanced the item being transmitted, the longer the cooldown period will be.

4.Even if items are successfully sent to the game world, they will be subject to internal rules. Such as handguns, weapons of mass destruction, their speed, power will be greatly weakened.

5.No form of life can be transferred...]

"Huh, this...."

After reading these control restrictions, the smile on Irving's face gradually disappeared. Many of his ideas were invisibly restricted.

He didn't expect that the Blue Star consciousness would always monitor the player's actions and could respond quickly. He was probably the first player to receive this warning...

However, having the ability is better than not having it, at least there is still hope to continue to try to bring some real-world items into the game. Whether that could be managed with these restrictions is another matter.

"Be good and stay here. I'll bring back something delicious when I return." Irving affectionately patted Little Black's fluffy little head, then quickly left the game.

The system alert indicated that someone was approaching his house.

"Knock knock"...

A vigorous knocking sound echoed!

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