Survival Queen of the Frozen Wastes novel Chapter 122

Chapter 122 A United Front

Chapter 122 A United Front

“You call that being forced?

InvincibleWarrior followed Riley’s stare and shuddered, trying to get more words out. “I-”

“Save it for hell.”

Riley didn’t give him another second.

The hatchet in her hand blurred into a streak of steely blue.

“Thwick.”

Blood sprayed.

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InvincibleWarrior’s throat opened clean. He clutched his neck, eyes bulging, a wet, gurgling rasp escaping as if he still hoped to beg. But life was already draining out of him fast.

Within seconds, he dropped right beside that pile of “loot” he’d been so proud of, and went still.

“Killed an accomplice to evil: InvincibleWarrior

“Evaluation: Scum like him doesn’t deserve to breathe.”

Riley flicked the blood off her axe and didn’t spare the body another glance.

She walked over to the large, drab–gray duffel–the inventory.

“Let’s see what the delivery boy brought us.”

Riley reached out and laid a hand on the bag.

“Item: The Scavenger’s Duffel (Special Container)

“Quality: Rare

“Capacity: 100 slots (oversized)

“Trait 1: Greedy Packing (Can hold items far larger than a standard inventory, including small furniture.)

“Trait 2: Real–space Storage (Contents are not time–locked–food can spoil, and the duffel’s physical bulk changes based on what’s inside.)

“Trait 3: Fragile (If durability hits zero or the owner dies, the duffel will likely drop, spilling its contents.)

“Note: A looter’s favorite. It can hold the world, but not the greed in a man’s heart.”

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Chapter 122 A United Front

“A hundred slots?”

Riley raised an eyebrow

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Sure; it came with a weight penalty and wasn’t a proper dimensional storage like the system’s inventory, but for hauling or mass scavenging runs? This thing was a beast.

She unzipped it and looked inside.

Damn.

Refined Steel alone–three full stacks (300 units)-plus piles of Leather Hides, Cotton, and Medicinal Herbs.

Tucked in one corner, Riley even spotted a handful of Basic Furniture Schematics and a skill book: Brawling Fundamentals.

“How many settlements did this guy clean out?”

Looking at all these supplies, Riley felt a weight settle in her chest. Behind every piece of it, there was probably a life lost.

“We should keep it.”

PineappleBeer walked over. She was still pale, but some color had returned to her face. “With Nightshade gone, this stuff is ownerless. Better we put it to use than let it rot here.”

Riley gave a slow nod.

“Check the channel.”

She suddenly remembered. “We were in the thick of it earlier–no time to look. Wonder how TartKing’s holding up.”

She pulled out her tablet and opened Server Channel (228/10000).

One glance, and Riley just stared.

She’d expected the chat to be pure chaos while she and Pineapple Beer were going for the decapitation strike.

But what she saw in the logs hit her in a way she hadn’t felt before.

Rewind about half an hour.

Right when Riley and Pineapple Beer were in the grittiest part of the fight, health bars hanging by a thread.

“TartKing: @everyone Listen up! I know a lot of you are scared–I know some handed over supplies. But right now, that legend SpicyBurger and our top–ranked PineappleBeer… they’re going straight into Nightfall’s base.

“TartKing: They’re fighting for us. If they lose, those Nightfall psychos won’t spare a soul. We’re all just stocked

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