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

"Stone Spirit Clan... Intermediate Low Rank."

Irving's eyes fell on these two options, his eyebrows furrowing tight.

Previously, when he entered the Other World Game, most players simply separated the enemies they encountered, whether it was the [Pigmen] that spawned in the forest outside the shelter or the [Butcher] they encountered when they first entered the altar, into low, mid, and high rank.

But now, it seemed that there was more to the beasts' levels. They not only differed in race but also their classifications were not as simple as he had imagined.

At this moment, the system seemed to sense Irving's confusion. Its prompt sounded again.

[Beast level classifications are as follows:]

[From low to high, it's divided into: low level, mid-level, high level, top level, legendary level, mythical level, supreme level... a total of seven levels.]

[Each level is divided into three stages based on the growth value: low, mid, high.]

Reading this information, Irving had a sudden realization. According to this classification, the Pigmen that appeared outside the shelter were classified as low-level low-stage. They were the weakest existence in the game.

In contrast, the Stone Beast statues he had just enslaved were a whole level higher, having entered the intermediate low-stage. The gap between their strength was vast.

"No wonder their strength is so formidable." Irving nodded. As his gaze fell upon the enslaved Stone Beast statues, their initial fierceness had long disappeared.

With Irving raising his staff lightly, there was a booming sound, and all thirteen enslaved Stone Beast statues knelt on the ground. Their eyes were focused on the young man in front of them, their faces, which had been eroded to look exceedingly ugly, were filled with awe.

At this moment, as long as Irving gave an order, they would immediately enter a combat state, and they would follow their master's command unconditionally!

"This... is incredible!" Sophia watched the scene in front of her, her cold cheeks filled with horror, her voice even shaking slightly.

It must be known that for most players, the beasts were always the greatest threat. Some players with poor mental quality would even be scared into losing their combat power whenever beasts attacked.

Of course, after the ordeal of the first disaster, players who were not suited for this harsh environment had already been eliminated.

But even so, no player had ever been able to control, let alone enslave these beasts!

Sophia had been impressed enough when she saw Irving conjure eight fireballs in succession earlier, but seeing the formerly restless beasts all kneel before this man.

She rubbed her eyes to confirm she was not seeing things. She felt her cheeks burning hot.

"How about it, Sophia. I didn't lie, did I?" At this moment, Vicky came up from behind and said proudly, "You still know too little about Irving, even I can't know his full strength... Every now and then he is able to do things that shock people. I'm also gradually getting used to it."

Sophia suddenly realized that the Cataclysmic Beast that Vicky had mentioned repeatedly was real... The events that had occurred in the past few minutes had completely overturned her understanding.

And all of this stemmed from the man before her!

At this moment, there were exactly 02:01:21 left until the second wave of the cataclysm. Many players in the Other World Game were frantically gathering supplies, using the last bit of time to continue upgrading their shelters.

After all, no one knew what unknown beasts would appear in the second wave of the cataclysm.

A person's fear often stems from the unknown...

In contrast, Irving's shelter was calm and serene. After enslaving the stone giants, he led them directly to the eight turbine generators.

These stone giants possessed immense strength and tough, rugged bodies. Their only flaw was their lack of intelligence, making them the perfect labor force to drive these generators.

When Aron had delivered the eight turbine generators, he had included chains and a suggestion relay device. By pulling these chains, power could be generated.

With a hum, the eight turbine generators began to slowly turn.

At this moment, due to the impending second wave of the cataclysm, the sky that should have been bright and sunny was shrouded in a dark veil, becoming unbelievably gloomy.

Darkness was about to envelop this land...

In various corners of the game, players within their shelters felt an unprecedented sense of oppression. Faced with the dark environment and the imminent unknown beasts, their hearts were gripped by deeper fear. Although they had torches for illumination, the limited light could not penetrate every shadowy corner.

Meanwhile.

Buzz buzz buzz...`

The sound of crackling electricity filled the air.

Vicky and Sophia both turned their gazes to the floodlights installed around the shelter.

"Why haven't they turned on yet? Could there be a problem?" Seeing the sky grow darker, even Vicky started to worry.

These floodlights were crucial for dealing with the second wave of the cataclysm. If they couldn't be activated, the consequences would be dire.

At this moment, Sophia's heart had gradually calmed. When she looked at Irving again, the initial arrogance was gone. She furrowed her brow and asked, "Irving..."

Surprisingly, she called him the same way Vicky did. The reason was simple: she had genuinely come to recognize Irving's capabilities.

"Irving, waiting like this isn't a solution. Why don't we quickly gather some wood and light a few bonfires around the shelter?" Sophia suggested.

The sky was almost completely dark, and if they didn't prepare now, it would be too late.

Irving remained silent, his brow furrowed as he stared at the eight turbine generators that were already running. He thought to himself, "This doesn't make sense... those turbines were salvaged from old fighter jets and modified by an engineer. They should be able to generate enough power to drive four floodlights. Could there be an issue with some component?"

Could these machines really end up being nothing but useless scrap metal? Seeing Irving's silence, Sophia didn't press further. She and Vicky could only silently pray in their hearts.

Just then, a flickering light suddenly appeared, and the four searchlights installed around the shelter emitted a dazzling glow.

However, the next moment, their sight plunged into darkness again!

These four searchlights were military-grade, fitted with stability chips that only activated when the current reached a certain threshold. The initial operation speed of the eight turbo generators was not fast, which led to a constant lack of needed current.

"Do not look directly at those searchlights, their wattage can cause temporary blindness." Irving's voice rang out.

Vicky and Sophia quickly understood. After a moment, when their vision recovered, both showed visible excitement.

"They're on! They're all on!" Vicky cheered. Sophia looked at the scene around them, a smile spreading across her usually cold face.

The four military-grade searchlights lit the shelter as bright as day, making even a mouse scurrying under their eyes clearly visible.

The lighting effect of these searchlights far surpassed that of a bonfire. If the view could be extended, you would find that Irving's shelter was brightly shining on the ground like a brilliant star, while the shelters of other players were flickering, their dim light appearing as if it could extinguish at any moment…

With the lighting problem solved, Irving's expression also relaxed considerably. He looked at Sophia and said gravely, "There's a little over an hour left until the disaster strikes. You need not concern yourself with anything else. Just protect the eight turbo generators. We can't let the beasts destroy them. Understood?"

The eight turbo generators were the core of the shelter's power supply. If they were destroyed, Irving and his team would be put in a disadvantageous position.

"Don't worry. As long as I still have a breath left in me, I won't let any beast get close to here." Sophia said, determination filling her frosty gaze.

The doubts and anger that had previously been in her heart were shattered by Irving's formidable strength.

In the brutal environment of 'The Other World', the powerful are always revered by others. This is an unchanging rule.

Out of the thirteen stone colossus beasts enslaved by Irving, besides the eight assigned to the turbo generators, five were left. To ensure everything was foolproof, he specifically left one stone colossus beast with Sophia to guard here.

"Little Black!" Irving waved his hand, and a shadow darted out from the shelter.

Since he and Little Black formed a[Master-Servant Contract], their tacit understanding had increased from the original 40 points to 45 points. At this point, Little Black could already communicate with him mentally.

"Your task is to lead them on patrol around the shelter walls. If you detect any danger approaching, immediately sound the alarm. Understood?" Irving instructed.

"Roar!" Little Black wagged his tail excitably, seemingly looking forward to the upcoming battle.

Hellhound, a mysterious pet beside the messenger of hell in legend, had a noble bloodline far surpassing other alien beasts. When Irving issued an order, the five stone colossus beasts seemed to feel an irresistible awe for Little Black due to their high and noble lineage.

The[Mental Alert Device]blueprint they had previously obtained couldn't be used for now. So they had to rely on Little Black and the five stone colossus beasts for patrol and early warning.

Once everything was arranged, Irving directly went up to the arrow tower. Although the effective illumination range of the searchlights was up to a kilometer, he adjusted the main illumination range to be limited to 300 meters around the shelter walls.

The reason was simple. If the light shone too far, it could attract unnecessary trouble. Thinking of the last time he attracted a disaster-level alien beast, Irving did not want to be the unlucky one again.

"Irving... it seems to be raining..." At this moment, Vicky reached her hand out of the arrow tower, touching the falling raindrops, she felt an inexplicable chill, "It seems to be freezing rain!"