Global Fog Survival

Veins throbbed on Colin’s forehead, but he skillfully emptied his mind and adjusted his mindset. Finally, he let out a heavy sigh. “No matter what, I’ll just do my best with what I can.”

“Just like Russell said, we were here; we resisted, we struggled. We may not win, but as long as we can reach this point, it will be enough.”

After a brief self-consolation, Colin’s oppressive mood lightened somewhat. However, as he was about to continue using his brain, Sanna’s gentle, soothing voice came from beside him: “You look very tired, do you want to rest a bit more?”

“No, it’s fine, I’m not tired,” Colin said, his expression stiffening slightly before quickly reverting to his usual smile.

This little episode ended quickly, but something made Colin start thinking about some matters.

[You realize that your ability to gain information will not disappear like “bullets,” and you are confident about this.]

“Haha, I believe you.” Colin’s mood improved significantly. Whether this information was true or not was unknown, but even if it was just perfunctory, it made him feel much better.

If one day the “hints” were to disappear, Colin would at least use all his brainpower to “squeeze” its remaining value. After all, the benefits it brought were tangible.

Although the firearms were “sugar-coated bullets,” the bullets they fired were real.

At that moment, a new message in the chat channel caught Colin’s attention.

“Daylight is here! The sun is out! I can’t wait for Colin’s potato seedlings!”

“Finally, I can eat something else. I’m sick of porridge and bread. I want to grow potatoes, break free from the system, and create my own future.”

“Colin: Are the leeks ready? The sickle is coming.”

“Please, no more harvesting. I’m broke, not a cent left.”

Everyone knew Colin’s actions weren’t purely out of goodwill, but so what? The “leeks” were willing!

Colin didn’t mind some people’s mockery. He paused, seemingly stunned, his gaze fixed on the page.

His eyes quickly scanned some sentences, growing brighter.

Daylight, anticipation, and the future. Colin chewed over the meanings of these words without looking at the overall context.

Suddenly, he couldn’t help but smile slightly.

The night would come, but it would also pass. One day, they would break free from this parasitic existence. Regardless of future opportunities, for now, while their hearts beat, blood flowed, and brains thought, they could still look forward to the future—a future they would create. The fire they kindled would cleanse the world of filth and shadows. A flood of steel would sweep the world red.

Colin allowed himself ten minutes to daydream, his face showing a faint smile.

Shana, casting blessings on him, noticed the change in the room’s atmosphere. She felt it lighten considerably, making her curious but not interrupting.

However, soon Colin’s expression stiffened again.

[You realize the ten minutes are up; you know you need to get back to work.]

So soon? Colin was taken aback, sighed, and turned to Sanna. “Bring over the survivors we rescued from the dungeon. Their mental state should have stabilized by now.”

He wanted to ask about the light that burst out in the dungeon. If he could harness it, Colin felt his overall strength would improve significantly. That controllable light might not be very harmful to mutants, but for twisted life forms, it was as painful as salt on wounds, significantly “stimulating” them. It could also block their mental influences. If used extensively, it might suppress lord-level mutants’ mental interference like the light in the “wood wheel.”

This could become a crucial tool in facing the world’s filth. Colin had refrained from asking earlier due to the survivors’ fragile state. But after over ten hours of rest, their mental state should be sufficiently recovered.

Colin thought it was time to learn more.

While waiting for the “potato craze” in the chat channel to subside and the money to come in, he could continue moving forward.

Soon, three men and one woman, the four survivors, were brought into the living room.

“Sit.” Colin gestured to some sofas. Once the visibly recovered survivors sat, he asked directly, “Do you know what the light he held was?”

Though he didn’t name names, the four clearly understood who Colin was referring to and what light he meant.

“We know, but we don’t know how to obtain it again.”

“No, no, what I mean is,” Colin interrupted, “do you know what it’s called? What exactly does it look like? Tell me everything you know.”

As long as he had specific information, he could use hints to learn how to make it. Of course, provided it didn’t involve any bad things. Otherwise, the hints might throw out garbage information.

“It looks like a glowing bead about the size of a longan. I remember Brother Wang calling it the ‘Light Crystal.’”

[You realize that the ‘Light Crystal’ is an object refined from a ‘Condensed Light Stone’]

[Individuals with the ‘Mark of Light’ can extract the power contained in the ‘Condensed Light Stone’ to create similar objects.]

“Condensed Light Stone,’ huh? It can be synthesized by combining ten on the crafting table, but where does the ‘Mark of Light’ come from?” Colin recalled that it was also Sanna’s promotion material. He frowned, thinking further.

[You suspect this ‘Light Crystal’ might have been obtained from a collection quest.]

Collection quest. Seeing this hint, Colin felt disappointed. It meant he couldn’t acquire it through other means.

Just as he was about to discard this information, new hints suddenly appeared.