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[Radhika: Sunny Dalal, are you an idiot? Vikram never promised anything from beginning to end. All those words were said by you alone.]
[Radhika: If you want to show off, do it with your own abilities. Why drag others into it?]
[Radhika: Or were you stimulated by Big Boss Vikramâs generator last time, and now you want to bite Vikram whenever you see him?]
The group, which had been bustling with activity, suddenly fell silent after Radhikaâs fiery outburst.
It wasnât that the newcomers were afraid of a young girl like Radhika.
Among the newcomers Kashif Ali had brought in, how many would be easy to deal with?
Vikram estimated that if he randomly clicked on anyoneâs avatar, their description would likely be âDirector of a certain Shelter.â
Besides some respect from the newcomers towards the older members, the main reason was that they didnât understand the truth of the situation.
Speaking rashly might cause unnecessary trouble.
It wouldnât matter if they offended others, but if they accidentally offended Vikram, would they still get his planting methods?
[Radhika: Big Boss Vikram, Iâm sorry, I caused you trouble.]
After helping Vikram out of the predicament, Radhika immediately apologized to Vikram.
After all, this whole thing started because she asked Vikram for a photo of his breakfast.
[Vikram: Itâs fine, no need to apologize. Itâs not your fault.]
[Vikram: When you encounter a fool who likes to stir up trouble, no matter how honest you are, he wonât settle down because of your low profile.]
[Vikram: The most crucial thing is that this kind of person is thick-skinned, and you canât even ignore him.]
[Vikram: Itâs like dog poop stuck to the sole of your shoe; if you let it be, it will still disgust you.]
[Vikram: Wouldnât you agree, Sunny Dalal?]
Sunny Dalal, seeing the messages in the channel, naturally knew who Vikram was talking about.
Having a deep-seated hatred for Vikram from before, his face instantly turned from smug to ashen upon seeing this.
Just as he was suppressing his chest, which was heaving with anger, and preparing to type a retort, someone else replied to Vikram first.
[Divya: Exactly, this kind of person doesnât do anything productive all day, just causes trouble. Itâs a pity the natural disaster didnât kill you first.]
Vikram, sitting on the sofa, turned his head and saw Divya, her face filled with anger, arguing in the group chat.
Vikram couldnât help but grin, and with a quick movement, he leaned against her right shoulder.
While she was still typing, he gave her a loud kiss on the cheek.
"Mwah!" Seeing a blush rapidly rise on Divyaâs face, Vikram chuckled.
Rubbing the back of his head, he said, "Thank you, wife, for sticking up for me."
"I just canât stand that idiot."
"I blacklisted him ages ago, I didnât expect him to still be so annoying after being muted in the group once."
Divya mumbled softly, her eyes constantly darting away, not daring to look at Vikram.
Vikram, taking in all these little gestures, felt his heart melt.
He thought to himself that finding such a cute wife made it all worth it, even in the apocalypse.
However, that was, of course, assuming he had the system; otherwise, his fate might be the same as Sunny Dalalâs.
Not even as good as a roadside dog.
He patted Divyaâs head, came back to his senses, and just as he was about to completely resolve the issues in the group, he noticed a few more messages had appeared.
[Anjali: I also think this kind of idiot is despised by Survivors.]
[Anjali: Even if he got infected and turned into a zombie, other zombies wouldnât want to walk with such a piece of smelly dog poop.]
"Hiss, such strong attack power?" Vikram thought to himself.
He only remembered the scene when he argued with Divya in chat before; he didnât expect Anjali to be quite talented in this area too.
Although this little idiot caused him a lot of trouble in daily life, she did help out a bit this time.
He was about to praise Anjali when his gaze shifted to her, and he noticed that her hands hadnât stopped moving, but her eyes occasionally drifted towards him.
When she saw Vikram looking, a subtle glint flashed in her eyes.
It seemed like she was expecting something?
"Stinky Vikram, you just know how to look, donât you know to come over and kiss me too?"
Seeing Vikram not moving for a long time, Anjali couldnât help but feel a little resentful, pouting internally.
"Here he comes, here he comes, heâs finally here!!"
Noticing Vikram slowly approaching out of the corner of her eye, Anjali immediately withdrew her gaze, pretending to still be typing.
Finally!
A slight warmth spread across her face.
But after the warmth, something touched her cheek.
Turning her head, she realized after the kiss; what was on her face was actually Vikramâs finger.
Her smooth cheek was being pulled long by Vikram, revealing half of her teeth.
"Little brat, no swearing, understand?" Realizing she had been tricked, Anjali slapped away Vikramâs hand that was pinching her.
First, she glared at him fiercely, then said, "Youâre the child, your whole family are children."
"Why does stinky Divya get a reward for scolding Sunny Dalal for you, but you scold me?" Saying this, Anjali also reached out and punched Vikramâs arm hard, as if that was the only way to vent her anger.
"Alright, it was a joke. How about, we should create children," Vikram asked looking at her.
Hearing this, Anjali blushed a little, but instead of replying she ran away inside the kitchen.
And the actions of the two naturally fell into Divyaâs eyes. She was about to speak, then seemed to remember something, and ultimately closed her mouth.
"Sigh~" Only a helpless sigh remained.
"Whatâs wrong?"
"Nothing. More importantly, you should quickly figure out how to solve the problems in the group."
"Oh right, I almost forgot while playing." Slapping his forehead, Vikram once again scanned the group chat.
He saw that while Sunny Dalal was arguing with Vikram, he had endless nonsense to say.
But as soon as Divya spoke, the other party completely fell silent.
He didnât know if he was muted or for some other reason.
That idiot was silent now, but the issue with so many other members in the group was still unresolved.
It seemed they also realized they were making things difficult for Vikram, and at this point, they no longer hounded him for planting methods.
However, judging by the online status of the group chat, most members were still online, clearly observing.
As for their problems, Vikram wasnât entirely without solutions.
If he couldnât plant, couldnât the system?
For their problems, Vikram actually didnât even need to spend Plant Essence; he could just ask the system and basically get the answers he wanted.
However, Vikram didnât want to waste time on this.
After spending ten Plant Essence in the mall to buy a âWasteland World Crop Planting Guide,â he shared it for free in the group chat...
[Vikram: This book should contain the methods youâre looking for. Use them as you see fit.]
[Vikram: If itâs because your Shelter lacks planting resources, then I canât help you.]
Vikram wasnât worried that the books bought from the System Mall wouldnât work. If there was an issue, it could only be because they werenât providing enough nutrients for the crops.
Not only could Vikram not solve such a problem, but even if he could, who would be willing to spend that much effort helping people he had only just met?
As for why he still went to the trouble of spending Plant Essence to provide them with solutions...
It was purely because most of the members in this group had significant backgrounds.
Giving them a small benefit could be considered building good connections.
If the trading market really did run into problems later on...
Wouldnât these people be the most suitable targets for offline transactions?
Compared to that, 10 Plant Essence were nothing at all.
[Lucas: Thank you, Big Boss Vikram. Youâve been a great help. If you need anything in the future, just say the word, and Iâll definitely respond.]
[Cole: Me too!]
Seeing this response, Vikramâs lips curved into a smile.
"Looks like it worked well."
Thinking this, Vikram finished editing his last message and closed the chat...
Meanwhile, in a place Vikram couldnât see, Sunny Dalal had personally witnessed his goddessâs curses directed at him.
This was also why Sunny Dalal, who had stirred up trouble, suddenly fell silent.
"Why? Iâve tried so hard, why canât I still compare to this dog?"
Sunny Dalal knelt on the ground. He didnât think Divyaâs insults were his fault at all.
In his eyes, it must have been because his goddess was living in someone elseâs shelter that she was forced to speak well of Vikram.
Looking at Vikramâs last message before he left, Sunny Dalalâs expression grew even colder.
His fingers were already bleeding from where he had dug his nails in, but he was completely unaware.
[Vikram: Finally, a piece of advice: Stay away from idiots, and life will be better.]
"Stay away from idiots, and life will be better, huh?"
"Then Iâll make sure to find you and completely ruin your comfortable little life!"