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After answering StoneSword, Max went to the designated place mentioned by the veteran streamer with his friend, Flexy.

"It seems like you\'re stuck with me, buddy. Hahaha, that guy is protective of his sister, so I know he won\'t let her stay alone with you."

"I know about that, and it doesn\'t matter," Max responded casually. Flexy\'s words didn\'t bother him at all.

"Let\'s focus on our part. We need to get weapons while they build the shelter. Our aim is a building with a red roof and blue walls."

"Right." Flexy agreed, nodding. "He said there will be at least a handgun or a rifle in that building. Not only that, there might also be a grenade. After playing this game for a while and understanding the lore, the loot spawn can be roughly guessed."

"Ah, right… According to StoneSword, that building was once owned by military personnel. That\'s why the loot there usually is a handgun or a rifle."

While V-Shelter Survival had almost no storyline, there were lores that made up this world, making it interesting for players to explore them one by one. Why would this world become like this? How did the infection spread? What caused it?

There were still many mysteries waiting to be revealed.

They walked while talking about random things, joking around as if nothing had happened. None of them ever brought up the topic from before.

After walking for a while, they finally found the building they were searching for—a three-story blue house with a triangular red roof. The garden was filled with tall grass, a sign that no one took care of it.

Just from the size alone, maybe it was better to call this place a mansion instead of a house or a simple building.

Flexy looked at Max and asked, "Who will enter first?"

"Hahaha, isn\'t it obvious?" Max answered and looked back at him. "I will let my best friend and the veteran streamer, Flexy, enter first. Don\'t worry, I got your back."

"What are you saying, buddy? In a zombie apocalypse game like this, being behind is dangerous. Let me guard your back while you enter first."

"I can move faster and can help you at any time with my throwing skills. So me entering second is the best choice in this situation."

No one wanted to enter the house first, so they made weird excuses to stay on the back. Both knew that whoever entered first would handle all the jumpscares this house had to offer them.

Their faces were smiling, but inside their heads, they had a mental warfare.

— How fiery…

— Both of them scheming against each other and refusing to back down

— This is a mental war! Go, Breeze! Kill Flexy inside this house!

— We finally see something interesting rather than looting and fighting zombies. Kekeke, kill him!

— Real friends will have fun in the game. And killing each other is fun!

Sighing, Max proposed something.

"Fine, let\'s settle this with rock, paper, scissors. The one who won will decide whether the loser will enter first or second."

"I am on." Flexy grinned and brought his hand behind his back.

"On three." Max continued and brought his hand behind his back, hiding it further with his other hand.

"One! Two…"

The two of them spoke together as if they had a signal beforehand. Their hands moved at a fast speed, and their expressions were serious. This was a matter of life and death for them!

When their hands were in the air, they shouted together for the last time.

"Three!!"

Their fate was sealed. Only luck decided who would take the lead in this exploration. Two hands, different choices. One was a scissor, while the other was paper.

"Heh…" Max\'s lips curled up into a wide grin. "Hahahaha! Take that! I won!"

"Noooo!!!"

Flexy held his head and slumped to the ground.

"Goddammit!"

"Hahaha! Too bad for you. Go ahead and enter the building first. I will protect you from behind."

"Fine." Flexy rose to his feet and walked to the entrance first. He made a salute gesture and winked at him. "Protect me, buddy. I am not confident of protecting myself without a gun."

Max followed behind shortly. He stayed a few meters behind Flexy and entered the mansion only after the orange-haired streamer.

Silence descended between them as they moved slowly. The first room was large, with stairs connecting to the second and the third floor in front of the entrance. It deteriorated, with vines growing from the cracks. But it still looked safe enough to be used.

As the one who was tasked to go first, Flexy unexpectedly chose to go to the second floor first. While walking upstairs, he explained his reasons to both his viewers and Max.

"Hehe, because the owner of this place is a former military person, I guessed the loot would probably be in the room in the bedroom. And based on what I know of this game, it\'s always located on the second floor!"

His explanation actually made sense. Even Max admitted that he also had the same guess.

\'Almost all zombie movies back in my previous life are like that. The person from the military has an armory hidden in their room. Well, there is also a possibility in a living room, but we can check that later.\'

Looking around, he noticed the second floor was nicer than the first one. The crack on the wall was fewer, and there was no Blobby. However, there was a trace of a spider web around the corner of the ceiling. That concerned him a little, but it was actually perfect for this plan.

\'Heh, go ahead, Flexy. It seems that you haven\'t figured out the danger in this building yet. And he probably doesn\'t know about my luck in this game either.\'

After walking to the other side of the second floor, they arrived in front of the only room with double doors.

"It must be here," Flexy spoke confidently and turned to Max. "I really am counting on you to protect me, alright?"

"Haha, don\'t worry about it. Look, I have a knife with me." Max pointed at the knife he held in his right hand. He gestured at Flexy with his hand, "So just go ahead and enter the room."

"I trust you. I really trust you!"

"Of course. Leave your back to me!"

Gulping, Flexy pushed the door open. A creaking sound rang, and the dust from inside was kicked out due to the wind that entered from the gap. It blinded Flexy for a second, but he kept moving forward.

"Cough cough! Freaking dust!" He cursed loudly and blew the dust away with his hand. Only then was he able to open his eyes again. "Let\'s se–"

His words were cut off in the middle of the sentence. In front of him, a large head was hanging from the ceiling, looking at him with its large eyes. Eight human legs were connected to it; two of said legs held a spider web to hold its body up.

It was Crawler, a creepy Infected that even Max avoided.

Meeting it face to face, Flexy\'s body froze and could not move. He could only turn his head around and see Max standing far away from him, outside the door.

"Have a nice date." Max waved his hand to his friend and closed the door with a bam. The last thing he saw was Crawler opening its mouth wide and holding Flexy\'s head with its legs.

Only a loud scream from a certain orange-haired streamer remained. But he ignored it and walked in a different direction, humming happily.

"It seems that there is nothing in that room. Let\'s check another room quickly and meet up with StoneSword and Lily."

— Demon

— Devil

— lolololol, Flexy\'s expression at the end was so funny!

— Betrayal and blood! This is exactly why I love Breeze\'s livestream!

— … How heartless. He left Flexy with Crawled without batting an eyelid. From now on, we should be careful before provoking Breeze.

— T-This noble me isn\'t afraid of him

At that moment, the chat knew how heartless Max could be when he was pushed to the corner. Still, the collaboration was just starting a few minutes ago. There were plenty of opportunities to get back at each other in this livestream.

Yes, plenty of opportunities.