Vikram, who had just dismembered Silas, of course, didn’t know that Snape had fainted from anger due to his series of actions.

He was currently leisurely sorting the metal he had acquired this time on his territory.

"Phew~" Wiping a bead of sweat, Vikram and the four women beside him let out a breath of stale air.

"Metal really takes up too much space."

"This is just the beginning; a third of the storage area is already occupied by metal."

Fortunately, his territory has a large warehouse, so if space wasn’t enough, it could be expanded later.

Otherwise, there would be too many good things with no place to put them.

If other Survivors, who were still toiling to find a bit of material to live on, knew that Vikram was already complaining about these materials taking up too much space, they would definitely want to hack this pretentious scoundrel to death.

"Vikram, this time we’re truly in a fight to the death with those people from Green Wind Shelter."

"What if they directly send all the Survivors from their Shelter to attack our Shelter?" Divya, who had just witnessed everything, was a little worried. She took Vikram’s hand and asked.

Vikram shrugged, indicating he wasn’t flustered in the slightest.

"Even without this incident, Snape, after I killed so many of his men, would have gotten serious sooner or later."

"Since that’s the case, it’s better to disgust him in advance. His precious son is dead, and he’s probably thinking about how to deal with me right now."

"But it doesn’t matter."

"With Luna, killing these Survivors is not much different from killing zombies, and they’re even less durable than zombies."

"If they really dare to come, I’ll just mow them all down." Vikram sentenced the other party to death in a few words.

In fact, even if the other party didn’t come, he would find a time to go and kill them himself.

However, this was, of course, the option, when he has free time.

"These two days, tell Ron and the others to keep a close eye on the observation room. If anything happens, have them report it immediately."

"Yes!" Handing over the task of giving orders to the four women, Vikram didn’t leave but went to the planting area and took a look.

Most of the crops had matured and had been harvested by Divya. (This was territory 1 plant area, after Treehouse upgraded.)

He nodded; after all that busy work, he hadn’t even had a bite to eat yet.

Vikram went inside, when, Anjali had already prepared the meal.

"Hmm?"

"Where did this rice come from?" Noticing a pure white on the dining table, Vikram was a little surprised.

While potatoes or corn cobs were good as staples, as a person from the India, he was still more accustomed to white rice as the main food.

It was just that due to the troublesome nature of rice cultivation, he hadn’t gotten his hands on it until now.

"You have such a bad memory. You just scavenged these cans few days ago, and you’ve forgotten today?"

Anjali put her hands on her hips, giving Vikram a sideways glance.

Hearing her say that, Vikram suddenly realized, "But there’s not much in the warehouse, though."

Anjali, who was responsible for recording the harvested supplies, handed Vikram a list. The amount of semi-finished rice inside accounted for about a tenth of the canned goods.

But it was enough.

He sat down at the dining table with some joy.

Besides the white rice, there were also several dishes that were not usually seen.

Dishes like braised beef in sauce, four-joy meatballs, and steamed chicken with rice and flour were all served.

Coupled with freshly picked vegetables like eggplant and cabbage, this dinner table became exceptionally rich.

Although canned meat was used for the meat dishes, it didn’t affect Vikram’s appetite.

A bite of savory beef with white rice left a lingering taste in his mouth.

Vikram, tired from a day’s work, wished he could swallow his tongue.

In the Wasteland World, where conditions were scarce, this was basically the highest configuration.

While Vikram was still eating, Anjali had a thought, took a photo of the table of dishes, and sent it to the group chat.

The group chat, which had been buzzing with various trades, instantly erupted.

Everyone put down what they were doing and sent question marks one after another.

Compared to ordinary Survivors, the members of the group were quite a bit stronger, but they could only manage basic three meals a day.

Especially after the supply crates disappeared, food became even harder to obtain.

The resource points outside either had nothing to do with food, and no food could be found at all.

Or, like Big Boss Vikram’s food processing plant this time, a large amount was collected at once.

It could be said that some died of drought, while others died of flood.

When they were still gloating about being able to eat some powdery, crumbly potatoes at every meal, seeing the photo of this table full of dishes, they instantly exploded.

Several group members in the chat stared with their eyes wide, wishing they could conjure the food out of the picture.

[Radhika: You’re really rubbing it in, Anju. Life is already hard enough, and now we have to be dazzled by your dinner.]

At this moment, Radhika, who was also having dinner, was gnawing on a stunted corn on the cob.

Looking at the pictures in the group chat, a tear of envy flowed from her mouth.

[Bobby: Eating tasteless stewed vegetable stems every day, my mouth is so bland it tastes like a bird’s nest.]

[Bobby: Big Boss Vikram, can you eat slower? I don’t ask for a plate of food, but at least leave some sauce for me to taste.]

Bobby sent a crying emoji, looking very miserable, which made Vikram speechless.

These group members were all Survivors who knew in advance that there would be problems at the market fair.

However, even with advance notice, they didn’t have enough supplies to trade.

It was already good enough if they could exchange for some precious necessities.

Someone like him, who specifically traded vegetables for seasonings? Don’t even think about it.

[Lucas: Big Boss Vikram, the planting method from last time was very useful, thank you for sharing.]

[Lucas: That... May I ask Big Boss Vikram how you managed to get this table full of food? As far as I know, all normal life outside the Wasteland World should have died out.]

[Lucas: To be honest, my Shelter is also struggling, and I would like to ask for your advice on how to obtain these meats.]

With Lucas taking the lead, just like last time, many Survivors also followed suit and spoke up.

Vikram read the messages in the group, while putting a spoon full of steamed chicken with rice flour into his mouth, but his brows furrowed.

It wasn’t that the food wasn’t delicious; on the contrary, this canned food might not be very healthy, but the seasoning was indeed good.

What made him a little unhappy was this Lucas.

He kept calling him "Big Shot" with such respect, but what he said made him feel a little nauseous.

Ultimately, what he was saying was that he wanted to freeload off him for the method of obtaining these foods.

Currently, most of the resource points found by Survivors were just small ones.

The probability of finding food was really low.

So much so that most Survivors still believed that food would not appear directly in resource points.

They could only survive by planting crops.

It seemed that the other party belonged to this type of person. Seeing that Vikram still had so much food, plus Vikram had given free help last time, his first thought was to try and get information out of Vikram again.

Perhaps the other party didn’t think that much and just wanted to make a living, but this kind of moral blackmail also made him uncomfortable.

[Vikram: Did you get something wrong? Do you really think this is a charity organization?]

[Vikram: Of course there’s a way to get food, but what are you planning to exchange with me for the information, Mr. Lucas?]

Vikram sent the message expressionlessly.

Being in the Wasteland World, leaving an impression of being easy to talk to was not good.

If he did too many free favors, whenever such a thing happened in the future, he would be pestered by others immediately.

If he was willing to help, it would be fine, but if he wasn’t.

"Hmph hmph." Vikram sneered.

He understood the principle that a little kindness is appreciated, but too much leads to resentment.

The matter of food at resource points was neither here nor there for Vikram; anyway, he estimated that everyone would know after a while, so telling them was fine.

But he absolutely couldn’t let such people freeload.

After all, the most lasting human relationships are built on a balance of interests.

And being able to be the head of a shelter with dozens of people, Lucas was certainly no pushover.

Last time, he got the planting method provided by the system from Vikram, which significantly improved the growth of his crops.

Although there was a huge difference compared to Vikram’s crops, at least they were edible and didn’t rot in the ground.

Having tasted the sweetness, he naturally wanted to fleece Vikram again.

He originally thought he could get information out of Vikram, but upon seeing this reply, the smile on his face instantly froze.

The group chat, which had just been filled with members asking Vikram for advice, instantly fell silent.

Following along was just a matter of typing; everyone could shout a few words.

But when it came to actually exchanging things for information, they all started playing dead.

Even Anjali and Divya beside him couldn’t stand it, frowning repeatedly.

"Why are they all like this, all wanting to freeload?"

Shaking his head, Vikram scoffed.

Having more members in the group did have its benefits, but ultimately, it wasn’t as genuine as those brought in before.

He had no complaints about this and wasn’t too surprised.

Rather, this situation was more in line with survival in the Wasteland.

However, there were always exceptions.

Vikram saw that several Survivors had sent friend requests in the backend, along with quotes for the materials they were willing to provide for his information.

Although there was nothing noteworthy, Vikram accepted them all and also told them the information that resource points inherently had food.

He thought the matter was over and, having finished dinner, was about to wash up and go to bed, when a familiar Survivor sent him a message again.

[Lilith: We truly have a connection, out of billions of Survivors, we meet twice. Young handsome Vikram, or should I call you Big Boss Vikram?]

It was none other than the madam from last time who was soliciting, and she was among the Survivors offering quotes.

[Lilith: I’ll still call you Big Boss Vikram. Thank you for your guidance, Big Shot. This humble woman salutes you.]

[Lilith: Last time, this humble woman did not know Big Shot’s identity and offended you. Please be more understanding.]

[Lilith: How have you considered the matter from last time?]

[Lilith: If Big Shot is willing to grace our Crimson Desire Shelter with your presence, I, as the head, will personally make the decision, and all fees will be waived. How about that?]

Lilith’s glib tone kept trying to get close, and Vikram couldn’t help but sigh repeatedly.

"Having leverage really gives you privileges everywhere."

However, he had no interest in this brothel operating in the Wasteland and unhesitatingly rejected the other party.

Leaving aside whether the "seafood" there was dirty or poisonous, even if it was very clean, he wasn’t so reckless as to do such things outside a shelter.

If he were set up, wouldn’t he lose both his money and his life?

However, he had just refused, but the other party’s reply made him raise an eyebrow...