Survival Queen of the Frozen Wastes novel Chapter 603

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Chapter 603 Merged Servers

Chapter 603 Merged Servers

Multiple servers.

Riley’s gaze sharpened at those two words.

She asked immediately, “Which server are you from?”

The man froze for a second, then let out a laugh.

“Why ask that? This place is a total mix.”

TartKing’s eyes widened slightly.

Judging by their reactions, the man knew they had just arrived.

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“First time in the Floor 15 transit hall, huh?” He stowed his potions into his Inventory. “This hub doesn’t belong to a single server. Every team that makes it this far gets pulled in. No one can tell exactly which servers or spaces everyone’s from.”

Riley asked, “How long can we stay here?”

“Until the dungeon run ends,” the man replied. “The Black Fog can’t get in here. As long as you don’t do something stupid and head down to the next floor, you’ll live.”

He paused, as if remembering something, and added a quick warning.

“Of course, that’s only if you can afford to resupply. Everything here costs Frost Tokens. If you’re broke, you can huddle in the corners and scrape by-but don’t expect any comfort.”

Pineapple Beer asked, “How long have you been here?”

The man glanced at her. “You mean this dungeon cycle?”

A flicker crossed PineappleBeer’s eyes. “Is there another way to count it?”

The man chuckled.

“All you newcomers ask the same thing. Some people only stay a few days. Some have been here months. And a few servers have been stuck in this dungeon loop for years.”

TartKing was stunned. “Years?”

He spread his hands.

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“What’s so strange about that? Not every server shares the same timeline, and not everyone’s experiencing this for the first time. If you survive long enough, you’ll see all kinds of messed- up stuff.”

He seemed done talking and turned to walk toward the other side of the street.

After a few steps, he glanced back and tossed out one last reminder.

“If you need intel, hit up the inn or the main square. Don’t loiter in front of NPC shops. They’ve all got terrible tempers.”

Riley nodded. “Thanks.”

The man waved it off and quickly blended into the crowd.

TartKing stared after his retreating figure and lowered her voice.

“Years… That means they’ve cleared countless dungeons, right?”

Pineapple Beer’s expression turned grave.

“No wonder there are so many strong players here.”

Riley said nothing.

She had already noticed it.

Many survivors roaming the streets wore gear comparable to theirs. Purple-tier and orange- tier equipment were far from rare here. Some players carried a powerful aura that outclassed ordinary Level 30 survivors. People instinctively stepped out of their way as they walked past.

Riley was Level 35. In her home server, she was undeniably top-tier.

But here, she could no longer rely on her old standards to judge strength.

This place gathered survivors from countless servers.

Everyone who made it this far had fought their way through their own disasters.

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a uistrict was far more complex than the outer areas.

Beyond potion shops and blacksmith’s shop stood small scroll stores, their entrances lined with palm-sized parchment scrolls. Riley stepped inside and spotted defensive scrolls, illumination scrolls, short-range speed boost scrolls, and temporary barrier scrolls.

None of them came cheap.

But the selection was comprehensive.

Next door was a material shop. The counters displayed ores, bone powder, beast hides, plant fibers, and enchanting materials. Many of the items were unfamiliar to Riley. She scanned the shelves, memorizing materials that might prove useful for their workshop, planning to bring RedBean and ToxicReaper back for a closer look later.

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