<h4>Chapter 91 Points</h4>


    The US military had been embroiled in the game for 3 years, and throughout this period, they had faced countless challenges, learned their lessons, and sharpened their strategies. Their preparation was evident in the establishment of their own farms. Corn, intended to provide sustenance for their vast ranks. However, their calctions did not include the? hunger penalty, which was threefold. This oversight meant that their harvests, although bountiful, still fell short of the army''s demands.


    n had sympathetically anticipated the military''s reluctance to expend a whopping 50,000 survival points on food, despite the pressing need. While it was a significant setback, he had contingencies in ce. Rather than pressing for immediate payment, n''s adaptability came to the forefront. He offered flexibility in payment terms: a deferred payment post the current round, or even bartering items that the military deemed superfluous.


    His next request was specific. "I''d appreciate it if you could assign some of your yers proficient in ''farming'' to assist with the farm," n proposed.


    Dn, understanding the logic behind this request, promptly responded, "Yes, of course." Having yers with farming skills would undoubtedly optimize the farm''s productivity, expediting growth cycles and maximizing yields.


    Having reached an understanding, Dn oversaw the preparation to transport the procured food to the military camp. As the final crates were being loaded, Dn approached n, his expression grave. n, if those Blood Patriots ever cause any disturbances again, don''t hesitate to reach out." he advised earnestly.


    n, appreciating the gesture but confident in his camp''s capabilities, replied with a calm smile, "We can handle them, but your concern is appreciated." With a firm handshake sealing their newfound understanding and alliance, n bid Sergeant Dn farewell.


    Once the dust settled and the military convoy began to fade in the distance, n took a moment to catch his breath, reflecting on the tumultuous events that had just transpired. The farmstead, now buzzing with activity and chatter, became the backdrop for n''s next crucial task: tallying the survival points and dividing the spoils among hispanions.


    From the sale of firearms to the yers, n amassed 19,200 survival points. The Blood Patriots had contributed a heftier sum, purchasing weapons for 46,500 points. In total, the firearms had yielded a substantial 65,700 points. This pot would be distributed amongst the core team responsible for the raid: n, Luiss, Vicky, Milo, and Daniel. After careful deliberation, the group had earlier decided to allocate 5,700 points to Rose in recognition of her contributions, leaving 12,000 points each for the primary members.


    Across the farm, Merle and Redneck, overhearing the distribution details, exchanged rueful nces. They couldn''t help but feel a pang of regret for hastily iming their initial share. The value of patience was underscored that day.


    However, the firearm sale wasn''t n''s only source of ie. The meat sales had fetched another 15,000 points. Given the tremendous effort required in hunting and crafting the meats, n felt it was only right to share this bounty with Luis, Shamus, Gus, and Marie. Each of them, pivotal in turning the hunt into a tangible asset, was awarded 3,000 survival points.


    The atmosphere was one of jovial satisfaction. Still, n, ever the prudent leader, took a moment to address hispanions. "Use these points wisely," he cautioned.


    For n, however, the mood was more introspective. As he essed his game interface, the disyed bnce brought a smile to his face: [Survival Points: 25,450]. His primary goal, securing the 10,000 points required to purchase the elixir for his ailing daughter, was now within grasp. Yet, deep down, n knew that this sum, while considerable, was still a far cry from the amount he''d need to truly tilt the game in his favor.


    As the noon sun warmed the earth, n gathered hispanions and the fifty new recruits, directing them to arge makeshift tableden with a hearty meal. The fragrance of cooked meats wafted through the air, aforting reminder of their recent sesses. Yet, amidst this casual feast, an undercurrent of anticipation persisted. Every eye was trained on n, seeking direction and rity.


    n, absorbing the palpable tension, finally broke the silence.


    "So, what''s next for us, Mister n?" echoed the collective sentiment.


    He hesitated for a moment, gauging the group''s diverseposition. While n was itching to embark on his personal quests and tasks, he felt an inherent responsibility towards these yers.


    "Your path in this game is yours to choose," he began, "But first, reflect on the role you wish to y in this game?"


    "The frontline," n began, his voice steady and firm, "It is a brutal, unforgiving territory where only the most resolute thrive. It demands more than just physical strength or agility; it demands unwavering determination." He let his words sink in before continuing, "And if you falter, not only will you perish, but you''ll jeopardize everyone fighting alongside you."


    He paused, letting the gravity of his words sink in, before offering an alternative. "However, there''s another way in this game. Crafting, hunting, farming – these tasks can earn you survival points. These points can keep you in the game even if things go wrong."


    As they mulled over his words, the mood was contemtive. He could see the mental calctions, the weighing of risks and rewards. The aroma of the food was almost forgotten as the gravity of their decisions weighed on their minds.


    By lunch''s end, decisions were made. Shamus, Gus, Marie, and 17 others decided to focus on support roles. Their skills were better suited for crafting and farming.


    The remaining 30 were determined for battle. "Lead us, Mister n," one of them voiced the collective sentiment. "We''ll fight by your side."


    n nodded in acknowledgment, appreciative of their spirit but he had one more revtion toy before them, a test of theirmitment.


    "To fight in this round, for me, it means joining the US military''s militia. Can you put aside any past grudges and do that?"


    The group hesitated, exchanging nces. After a tense moment, the reply came, firm and resolute, "Yes, we''re willing."