After chasing away Old Bill’s team, Eric returned to Malin and continued explaining the camp’s situation. Malin finally understood that over the years, many camps were invaded and destroyed by Chaos and the different kind, leading to poor transportation among the underground camp network. Especially at the Stafford camp, there were initially seven passages, but now, only one long-distance passage to the central camp remains usable. The other passages leading to other camps are completely sealed—because those camps were infiltrated by Chaos and the different kind. To prevent the invasion, Stafford camp had to collapse the tunnels when those camps couldn’t be saved. Despite the dangerous situation, Stafford camp remains because it is the southernmost camp in Washington D.C. Going further south, there are no interconnected camps, and the survivors there might not trust their northern counterparts, much like that slave state. They know there are survivors underground in Washington D.C., but the dangers on the surface prevent them from attacking this area. As for the West Coast, it’s even more remote and beyond the emperor’s reach. Before the Ice Age, there was communication between the East and West coasts, but after the Ice Age ended, there was no more news about the West Coast from the East Coast side. "We just received a message that the transporter has a small malfunction and will take about three hours to return." "Perfect timing. Eric, would you like to come and check out those fallen camps with me?" Malin perked up upon hearing about the transporter issue—since proper matters couldn’t be attended to, why not seek some excitement instead. "But those fallen camps are extremely dangerous!" Eric shook his head. "No problem." Malin said as he stood up, looking at Old Jack: "Jack, interested in joining me to the fallen camps?" "Why not." At this moment, Old Jack exhibited the gambler’s demeanor, and Malin, without further ado, directly opened a teleportation passage—a space on the edge of Malin’s perception, since Eric indicated that all surrounding Stafford camps were fallen, Malin had no reservations. "What about you all?" Malin asked as he lifted his leg and kicked off the head of a spectral demon just poking its head out from the teleportation passage, cutting off Eric’s word of caution along with it. When the spectral demon’s head rolled to his feet, Eric finally nodded: "No problem! I’m coming with you!" Great, Malin plunged into the passage, and upon entering the fallen camp, he unleashed an indiscriminate spiritual energy blast that flung the lurking spectral demons onto the walls, then swiftly fired his revolver, blowing off the skull of a large spectral demon that resisted the spiritual energy attack. Friend, times have changed! "Let there be light!" With Malin’s declaration, every operational light within this long-abandoned camp lit up in an instant. These lights illuminated the residential area of the camp, causing all the spectral demons within Malin’s line of sight to simultaneously grab their necks and heads with their four arms, exerting force until their heads detached from their necks, thus committing suicide. Malin holstered his revolver and drew Blood Roar: "Come out, you coward!" With Malin’s battle cry, sparks ignited in the left passage, and in a flash, holy flames ignited the distance, engulfing the chaotic different kinds in sacred fire, their wails making the accompanying black-robed figures tremble, while Old Jack, with sharp eyes, spotted a figure emerging from the other side of the passage: "Young Master Malin! Someone’s coming!" Malin glanced at the figure coming into the light and saw a giant in armor. The armor was full of rust, revealing flesh and intestines in its damaged abdomen. A Nagoth warrior, a champion blessed with boons, who didn’t seem to understand the terrifying existence he was facing, unlike his Westland counterparts, but instead cackled: "A tiny piece of tender meat!" Then Blood Roar came down on his face, and the Nagoth champion collapsed on his back. Malin’s strike sent this piece of trash’s unfinished words and the black-robed figures’ screams into hell. As Mana returned Blood Roar to Malin’s hand, Eric noticed the Nagoth zombies emerging from the left passage. These zombies, surrounded by sparks, stumbled and fell to the ground, raising sacred ashes. "All the monsters here have been cleared out." Malin said, walking towards the control panel not far away, which should be the camp’s core. During the chaos invasion, it had been turned into their nest. "It’s strange, why are the spectral demons mixed with Nagoth Chaos?" Old Jack was knowledgeable, but this baffling situation seemed natural to the black-robed figures. "Spectral demons carry a lot of germs, they are very troublesome opponents. Wounds inflicted by them cause infections, even mutations." Eric explained. "Why haven’t you mentioned this before?" Old Jack retorted. "Because basically, anyone who escapes spectral demons is one in a million, most are devoured by them, and those who escape their attack will certainly not be harmed." This time, Robinson, Old Jack’s eldest son, explained: "It’s rare to have an old hunter like Old Bill who, despite his lack of abilities, can consistently escape spectral demons by using traps." "Are we going to be infected?" Old Jack looked at Malin when he asked this. "We don’t know, but surely you won’t be. Your body just underwent that high-energy drug cleansing, which in my opinion has made you immune to certain degrees of disease." Eric said, noticing Malin had activated the system, and the camp’s ventilation system started working again. He walked over to Malin: "Malin... Lord Malin, will we be in trouble." "No worries, as long as you’re with me, the disease can’t infect you. However, before we separate, it’s best not to stray too far from me, otherwise, I can’t ensure your safety." Malin said, then opened the camp’s public channel, quickly connecting with Sostak No.3’s communication. "Aha, Lord Malin, you found an East Coast survivor camp. I remember these guys; at the beginning, they’d argue across the Pacific with Thainan’s large survivor bases." At this point, Sostak No.3 raised an eyebrow on the screen: "Wait, the local network here is down, can you fix it, Lord?" "No." Malin introduced the camp, and upon hearing it was a fallen camp, Sostak No.3 sighed but still asked about Jason’s situation. Upon learning that Jason led a team to investigate the slave masters, Sostak No.3 nodded: "Then I’ll contact Jason, Lord Malin, what do you plan to do with these East Coast folks?" "They’re humans." Malin smiled and turned to them: "Is anyone among you not human?" This time, all the males unanimously shook their heads. "See, Sostak No.3, they’re all human." Malin replied with a smile. "...Alright, your benevolence, Sostak No.3 ended communication. By the way, I fixed your system; you just need to repair the power switch in the power distribution room to restore the camp’s electricity." "Thanks, Sostak No.3." Malin nodded. "You’re welcome, my lord, goodbye." Sostak No.3 ended the communication. Malin turned to the others: "Interested in joining me in finding excitement at other fallen camps?" This time, all the males unanimously nodded. Very well, everyone, hold tight. Malin opened a teleportation passage, split a Nagoth zombie’s head with an axe as it peeked through, and kicked another zombie back into the passage. Then plunged into the passage.