Endless Winter: My Camp Upgrades Infinitely

233: Chapter 146: Rage, Murder, Ferocity 233: Chapter 146: Rage, Murder, Ferocity First Year of the Great Xia, February 25th

On the third floor of the wooden house, Xia Hong, lying on the bed, opened his eyes.

Despite the flickering firelight in the room, sensing no movement downstairs, Xia Hong immediately discerned that it was daytime.

“440 pounds, two days, passed out ten times in total, the progress now is…”

[Camp: Great Xia (Level 0)]

[Lord: Xia Hong]

[Cultivation: Earth-digging Realm Perfected (Skin Remodeling Progress 31%)]

[Territory Population: 1088]

[Resources: wood 52030 coal 4910 iron 11740 silver 0 gold 0]

Skin remodeling progress increased by 11 points!

A hint of surprise appeared on Xia Hong’s face as he quickly clenched his fists to test his strength, his astonishment instantly turning into deep joy.

“Nearly seventy thousand!”

With less than one-third progress, he had increased by nearly forty thousand pounds.

As expected, by the time the skin remodeling process is fully completed, his basic strength should at least reach 150,000 pounds.

Xia Hong pondered for a moment, clenched his right fist, and suddenly punched forward.

Whoo…

A small area where the fist hit emitted a slight explosive sound, and the airflow driven by the punch made the fire basin in the room sway left and right.

“The Cold Resistance Level is 150,000 pounds; my basic strength of nearly seventy thousand pounds, combined with long fist exertion techniques, should match up to at least half of the Cold Resistance Level!”

Xia Hong’s uncertain tone was because he had not yet witnessed a true Cold Resistance Level warrior; everything was merely his speculation at this point.

Xia Hong walked to the wall and swung open the window.

The intensely cold light shone on him for a full half-hour, yet Xia Hong showed no sign of discomfort, even able to tilt his head to gaze directly at the somewhat dim sun in the sky.

“The higher the progress, the less reaction to the coldness of this light; I’ll try later to see how long I can actually stay outdoors during the day!”

Completely staying outdoors is not the same as Xia Hong standing inside the wooden house now, with the window open and light shining in.

Within the wooden house, there is the heating effect of the Iron Refining Furnace, but not outside.

Despite Xia Hong feeling that the damage from the light was almost nonexistent, he still wasn’t confident he could endure the entire four-hour daytime outside.

He had to wait for another time to try because…

“In the past three days, eight people are missing, and the number of wood resources is also wrong; something must have happened!”

Xia Hong wasn’t only concerned with his cultivation.

The camp’s population and resource reserves, two critically important things, were always his main focus.

Six days ago, there were 45,000 logs, and with the current daily extraction of three to four thousand, today there should be at least 63,000.

More than ten thousand missing clearly indicated that for three nights, the Logging Realm members didn’t go out to log at all.

Though the wood was fine, seeing the population short by eight made Xia Hong frown deeply, and he shouted toward the door.

“Shi Ping, come in!”

Having woken up several times, Xia Hong knew Shi Ping had been guarding outside, likely arranged by Xia Chuan out of concern for his needs.

“Chief, you’re finally awake…”

Hearing Xia Hong call, Shi Ping immediately pushed the door open, full of delight.

“What happened in the camp while I was in seclusion for these two days?”

Upon hearing Xia Hong’s inquiry, the delight on Shi Ping’s face instantly transformed into anger as he recounted the events of the night of the twenty-second thoroughly.

As Shi Ping continued to narrate, the calm on Xia Hong’s face shattered.

The initial joy after coming out of seclusion vanished instantly, replaced by a deepening gloom, mirroring Shi Ping’s burning anger.

Especially when led by Shi Ping to see the unburied bodies of the eight behind the valley, Xia Hong could hardly suppress his chest’s raging fire, slashing a giant wood beside him into two with his blade.

“Notify Xia Chuan, and the Hunting Team, to gather in the hall on the second floor!”

Gazing at the decapitated body, stabbed belly, and the neck fixed with wood, Xia Hong almost squeezed these words out through gritted teeth.

“Yes, Chief, I’ll go right away!”

After Shi Ping left, Xia Hong stayed alone at the scene, staring at the eight corpses for a good hundred breaths before slightly bowing, his expressionless face turning away to go upstairs.

…

Upon hearing Xia Hong had emerged from seclusion, Xia Chuan and others digging in the mines dropped their Chewing Teeth Chisels and rushed to the hall on the second floor.

Seeing Xia Hong sitting by the furnace, everyone spoke up indignantly:

“Big brother!”

“Chief, you’ve finally come out.”

“Chief, those beasts from the Mirror Immortal Camp…”

…

“That’s enough, no need to say more, I already know!”

Xia Hong interrupted everyone with a wave, indicating he was fully informed.

It was still daytime; those gathering weren’t just the seventeen from the Hunting Team.

The Collection Team, Logging Team, and nearly everyone from the camp learned of Xia Hong’s emergence and gathered around.

Everyone’s faces bore anger, clearly bottled up over these past two days.

“All Hunting Team members, be fully prepared; tonight we’ll head north to kill!”

In the face of everyone’s anger, Xia Hong simply stated calmly.

“Yes, Chief!”

The Hunting Team members, upon receiving the command, were visibly excited, nodding in unison.

Only Xia Chuan, Luo Yuan, and Yue Feng at the forefront simultaneously showed a trace of concern on their faces.

“Chief, let us come along too!”

“Let me join as well, Chief.”

“Though we’re not strong, armed with bows, we can still threaten them.”

“I want to avenge my third brother, Chief, please take us with you!”