These two skills.
For resource gathering, logging, and terrain destruction, they are divine skills.
After allocating the points, Shawn called Jim, Big guy, Shane, and a factory worker nicknamed 'Road Roller'.
"You are Road Roller?"
Shawn looked at the slightly thin man in front of him, who was 1.67 meters tall, and couldn't help but chuckle.
"My family said to pick a more domineering nickname so that no one would bother me outside."
Riley seemed a bit shy, rubbing the dust from his hands, and responded awkwardly.
"So what was the result?"
He opened the Prison gate and walked out.
As he walked, Shawn asked curiously.
"When I got to the factory, they were also curious and all came to see what 'Road Roller' looked like."
"Then, I became the laughingstock among the workers in our area."
Riley was a bit helpless.
But it was still good; he turned misfortune into a blessing, gaining fame in the factory, and no one would actively bully him.
"It's okay, I'll have Carol give you an extra potato in the future; you still have room to grow."
Shawn lightly bumped fists with him. This Riley was only in his early twenties, so the chance of growing taller wasn't great, but at least there was still a possibility.
He led the group to a spot about a hundred meters from the Prison.
"Our task for the next few days is to cut down all the greenery near the Prison."
"At least within a hundred meters, we need to maintain sufficient visibility, otherwise, even with watchtowers, the Prison won't be of much use."
Shawn had already planned this out, so he quickly divided the area into several sections.
He had Shane and the other three stick together in one area for mutual support.
Shawn, on the other hand, took a large detour to the other side and started felling trees from there.
Shawn naturally didn't have to worry about Walkers, and being alone made it easier to put resources into his backpack.
As long as he cut half and put it in his backpack, leaving the other half piled outside the Prison, there would be no problem.
Because he had read a magazine titled "tool summary," Shawn could now make Stone Axes of the lowest quality three.
Using the new Stone Axe to cut trees, combined with the 'Mining 69 Race' skill, the efficiency almost doubled.
In fact, Shawn now spent less than half the time cutting a tree but harvested nearly half more resources than before.
… …
"Whew—"
Shawn wiped the sweat from his forehead and let out a long sigh.
Behind him was an entire row of over 20 fallen trees.
In his system backpack, the wood block icon showed the stacked number '3629'.
"I didn't expect that occasional mindless, repetitive labor could be quite satisfying."
Although it consumed a lot of stamina and food, Shawn felt an unusual and profound sense of relief, and the vexation and irritation that had accumulated in his heart for a short time vanished.
He turned and continued cutting trees.
However, this time, looking at Rick and the others helping to build the high wall in the distance, a question involuntarily surfaced in Shawn's mind.
'How long can I keep the system a secret?'
Currently, Shawn hadn't unlocked most of the recipes in the system, and the Camp's population wasn't large.
But what if the number of people in the Prison grew in the future, or if Shawn unlocked most of the system's recipes?
The efficiency of using the system would certainly be far greater than human manual labor.
At that time, it would naturally be the correct choice to build directly with the system, or simply to produce certain mass-producible materials.
But this would raise an important question—how to explain the system?
"Or should I say I'm a savior sent by God?"
"Because God couldn't bear the vicissitudes of the world, he sent me, a twelve-winged angel, down to the mortal realm to save humanity?"
"Anyway, people in America are quite obsessed with God and angels."
But as soon as he spoke, Shawn shook his head to himself.
"Forget it, forget it, that's too far-fetched. How can an angel kill so many people? A Punishing Angel or something… Rick and the others would definitely be the first not to believe it."
Shawn forcefully struck the tree trunk with his axe.
Listening to the 'creaking' sound of the tree trunk collapsing and falling, Shawn's eyes lit up, and he had another idea.
"Hey!"
"Or, I could say that the virus was actually a laboratory accident."
"And I, well, I'm not pretending anymore, I'm coming clean."
"Actually, I'm the only successful product of the virus, and as for the others who turned into Walkers, they were just failed experiments?"
"That way, I can also explain my special abilities!"
But then, Shawn shook his head in annoyance.
"No, no, that won't work either. Am I supposed to trick Americans into thinking they haven't seen 'Resident Evil'?"
"What Resident Evil?"
A nimble and soft voice suddenly came from behind him, and Shawn instinctively turned his head.
The two were extremely close; at such a distance, Shawn almost touched Beth's lips when he turned around.
Shawn was stunned for a moment. They were even closer than when they were in the tent not long ago. At this distance, he could even smell Beth's breath.
Taking a step back, Shawn composed himself and then took the initiative.
"When did you come out?"
"Don't you know there are a lot of Walkers outside? How am I supposed to explain it to Hershel if something happens to you?"
Shawn spoke with a hint of reprimand.
But looking at the sunlight making Beth's fair skin even more translucent, a drop of sweat sliding down her clean neck, the warmth of her youthful body seemed palpable even from a meter away…
Beth
Shawn's voice gradually softened.
Because Beth reached out and handed him a water bottle, which sounded almost full of water.
"It's English tea. I know you don't like the taste of English tea, but it helps refresh you and cool you down," Beth smiled at Shawn.
Shawn's lips moved, and he took the teapot.
"Did your father send you?" Shawn took a sip.
A bitter taste immediately spread throughout his mouth, like the strong brew of a handful of coarse tea leaves.
"No, I came on my own."
"Also, you don't have to treat me like a child; I'm already over 18."
Beth stared at Shawn, speaking earnestly.
But as she spoke, she put her hands behind her back, lowered her blonde head, and kicked the tree stump Shawn had cut down with her round-toed leather boots.
"Do you know something?"
"Before you appeared, I had thought about committing suicide."
"When you were gone for that week, Shane killed all the Walkers in the barn, and my mother was there."
"At that time, I thought about committing suicide again. I often wondered if I just died, I wouldn't lose anyone else."
Beth suddenly looked up and blinked at Shawn.
"But when you came back, after spending a whole week outside with Carl, and returned safely."
"From that moment on, I suddenly started to have great expectations for the Prison you described."
"Until now, we've found a safe enough place, living like before, everything feels like a dream."
At this point, Beth lowered her head again.
"Although Mother is gone, I believe she is always watching over me, protecting me."
Beth's words made Shawn's body tremble inexplicably, and he silently thought to himself.
'Girl, don't scare me like that. What's with 'watching you,' 'watching me'… This shouldn't be a supernatural world, right?'
"Just like you protect us."
What?
Shawn quickly snapped back to reality and met Beth's eyes.
Her light gray pupils, in the sunlight, even reflected dazzling, colorful light, more translucent than agate gems.
But precisely such eyes seemed to be utterly captivated by Shawn, unwavering.
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