Building My Empire in the Frozen Apocalypse (Riley Carter) novel Chapter 111

Chapter 111 The Bait

“So how did they pull it off?”

Riley’s mind was racing.

She went back over the “targeted reset” and the “rat swarm” stuff–which was probably just spying.

“Here’s one possibility,” Riley began, typing quickly into the channel.

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“SpicyBurger: They could’ve set people up near those marked ‘targets‘ ahead of time. Used some kind of trick to get them in position.

“SpicyBurger: Or… maybe they’ve got a special item that lets them loot a camp from a distance—no main base needed.”

“PineappleBeer: My money’s on the second one. I remember reading somewhere in the game lore about a hidden class called the ‘Necromancer‘ that can summon spirits to scavenge bodies. That Nightfall guild leader might have an early version of something like that.”

And just like that, it clicked.

Nightfall wasn’t just using rage potions to draw monsters–they also had a way to strip supplies from afar.

They were like vultures circling the frozen wasteland, coldly watching every survivor. Show the slightest weakness, and they’d pick you clean to the bone.

“InvincibleWarrior: See? There’s no running from this.

“InvincibleWarrior: So, anyone else wanna try their luck? Next target: coordinates (332,885), player ID ‘FrostWalker‘. If you don’t want to die, leave your supplies by your camp entrance. Our crew will come collect.”

The named player, “FrostWalker“, was a decently ranked fighter—somewhere around top 50.

He stayed silent in the channel for a long time.

Finally, he replied, “I’ll hand them over.”

Those words hit like a gut punch to everyone still clinging to the hope of fighting back.

Once the first one gave in, a second followed soon after.

Fear spread like a virus.

Riley watched messages flood the channel–How do I join? Where do I drop the supplies?-and felt her chest tighten.

She didn’t blame them for folding. When survival is on the line, staying alive is everything.

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Chapter 111 The Bait

But she knew this was just a temporary fix.

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Handing over 80% of your supphes meant the remaining 20% wouldn’t last through the next blizzard. This wasn’t a quick death–it was a slow, drawn–out one.

And Nightfall, growing fat on everyone else losses, would only get stronger until they swallowed the whole

server.

That bastard InvincibleWarrior is really leaning on his guild’s power. Probably just a disposable frontman.

“Ding ding.”

A private message notification popped up.

It was Tartking.

“TartKing: Boss… I’m getting nervous. What if they call my name next?”

“SpicyBurger: Nervous about what?”

Riley fired back, every word sharp.

“SpicyBurger: They’re bluffing. Betting we won’t fight back. That we’re just a bunch of scattered, powerless players.

“SpicyBurger: Supplies are our lifeline. Anyone who tries to take mine is gonna lose a hand.

“SpicyBurger: @PineappleBeer Any update on the server merge?”

“PineappleBeer: Tonight. Tomorrow morning at the latest. Player counts are already in the danger zone. Nightfall’s trying to finish their ‘harvest‘ before the merge so they can jump into the new server with a huge advantage.”

“SpicyBurger: Got it.”

Riley stood up and looked out the window at the dead ape lying in the snow. Her eyes burned with focus.

“FrostWalker: I’ve handed them over… left everything outside my door. Please, just don’t send any monsters my way.”

“InvincibleWarrior: Now that’s more like it. Smart players know when to fold. Join Nightfall, and we’re all one big

family.”

“Nobody: I’ll hand mine over too… just don’t kill me…”

Message after message of surrender filled the screen. Riley’s grip around her milk cup tightened until her knuckles

turned white.

This was a slow–burning plague–a death by inches.

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