After listening to what the voice said, Mo Ran understood what the other party meant.

"Is it another case of making players kill each other? It's a tried-and-true method."

Mo Ran opened the regional channel, where messages from players were already flying everywhere.

"What the heck! What does he mean by 'the population in ten regions has dropped to zero'?"

"The number of people in ten areas has been reduced to zero, and there's also a method hidden in the supply crates. What does all this mean?"

"Are you two stupid? You can't even see that? I really don't know how you've survived this long."

"That means that players in ten regions need to be wiped out before the remaining regions can leave this world!"

"These are truly inhuman methods, just like the situation in the last world!"

"And what about those so-called 'friends'? Are we going to see something bad happen again?!"

"It must be something used against us, my God! We have to deal with the freezing cold and that unknown thing!"

"Who is behind this game? They're practically playing with our lives like toys!"

The messages in the regional channel were chaotic, and countless players started a heated discussion.

"Friend, it seems to be some kind of hostile creature like the Yeti."

We can go out and check it out tomorrow, but first, let's upgrade the armor.

Also, all the modules installed on the vehicle need to be upgraded.

Mo Ran turned off the control panel, got up, and went to the armor room.

Mo Ran opened the crafting panel and found that weapons and armor could now be disassembled.

After a while, Mo Ran understood the pattern.

Disassembling weapons and armor yields parts, categorized as basic, intermediate, and advanced.

The number of parts obtained from the decomposition is also random.

The grade and quantity of parts are probabilistic; if you're unlucky, you'll lose your weapon and get nothing at all.

Meanwhile, weapon and armor parts can be interchanged, but this operation requires twice the number of parts.

"That's really true, but for someone like me with a tiny bit of luck, it's just like playing a game."

Mo Ran quickly selected a large number of weapons that she didn't like, and then directly chose to dismantle them.

The number of parts obtained from the disassembly was N+, and Mo Ran converted half of the weapon parts into armor parts.

Then Mo Ran went to the armor's information screen and started clicking the screen frantically.

The armor's three-dimensional data began to rise rapidly, and Mo Ran's fingers tapped so fast they were like a blur.

A very, very long time has passed...

With the final click, the Warframe's last stat reached its maximum level.

"Finally...finally...it's all better..."

Mo Ran's hands trembled so badly he felt like they no longer belonged to him.

Mo Ran then disassembled all the stockpiled modules, obtaining a large number of module fragments of different levels.

Using these module fragments, Mo Ran upgraded all the modules installed on the mouse.

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Mo Ran left the armored combat room with trembling hands and went to the bathroom looking exhausted.

After brushing her teeth and washing her face, Mo Ran climbed onto the command chair to rest.

I'm so tired! I'm so exhausted!

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Time passed by second by second, and soon it was exactly 12 o'clock.

The cold wind outside continued to howl, but the falling snowflakes began to grow a little larger.

Snowdrifts began to rise from the ground, one after another, and some movements could be heard from within them.

A pair of blue, cloudy eyes appeared, filled with deathly stillness and murderous intent.

The snowdrifts began to move across the white snow, as if searching for something.