It's just that this plan is still in the preparation stage.
It needs to meet the prerequisites first, and then there will be an opportunity to implement it.
And the prerequisite is to upgrade the Perception Sequence to max level.
Well, it's back to the fundamental problem of 'skill point allocation'.
This is the top priority; before it's achieved, all development around the Prison seems to have temporarily stalled.
After thinking for a moment, Shawn opened his personal attribute interface:
[Shawn]
[Level Lv79 (93%)]
[Skill Points Available: 12]
[Health: 179 / 179 (Initial 100, Level Bonus 79)]
[Stamina: 179 / 179 (At Max Value)]
[Food & Water: 152 / 179 (Continuously Decreasing Slowly)]
[Body Temperature: 75°F]
[Walkers Killed: 1343]
[magazines: Hunters Bow Lv33, Hammering the World Lv46, Night Walker Volume 1…]
[Skills: Strength — Attribute Lv10, Skull Crusher Lv4, Exterior Strength Internal Activity Lv1, Shotgun Lv1; Fortitude — Pain Tolerance…]
[Status Effects: None]
[Attribute Assessment: It seems that in this new era, survivors who can pose a threat to you individually are almost non-existent.]
…
Looking at his attribute panel, Shawn rubbed his chin.
"This Blood Moon, besides the Mutated Corpse, also had the Corpse Tide brought by The Whisperers, so I directly gained almost 9 levels in one go."
"But to max out a sequence's basic attribute, it requires quite a few skill points."
"The first four levels only require 1 skill point each."
"Then, from Lv5 to Lv8, each requires 2 skill points."
"Finally, the biggest boosts, Lv9 and Lv10, both require 3 skill points to light up."
"All in all, it will take a total of 18 skill points to fully level up the basic attributes of the Perception Sequence."
"And this doesn't even include the points needed to add to Lucky Looter."
"If Lucky Looter is included, it would require a total of 27 skill points."
As soon as he thought of this, Shawn rubbed his temples with a bit of discomfort.
"Where am I going to find so much experience?"
"Although I have the team system and gain experience every day, it's just a drop in the bucket compared to the experience needed for my current level."
"Corpse Tides used to be something I ran from, but now they are a rare find."
"Walkers are scattered everywhere, and the Walker groups and Corpse Tides near the Prison seem to have been mostly wiped out. Where do I get experience?"
Shawn sighed.
Originally, he left the city and came to the Prison because it was sparsely populated and easier to survive.
But he didn't expect that this would now become the main factor limiting Shawn's growth.
Leaving the Prison to actively seek out Corpse Tides is impossible, at least in the short term. Shawn is still needed to oversee the Prison, and who knows when The Whisperers will launch a sneak attack…
Wait a minute?
The Whisperers?
Shawn's eyes immediately lit up.
"How could I forget about that?"
"I can't leave the Prison temporarily, but that doesn't mean the Corpse Tide can't come here."
"Now there are thousands of people in the Prison. According to the pattern of Corpse Tides moving spontaneously, a large number of Corpse Tides must be gathering towards this direction."
"If The Whisperers are still up to no good and conveniently bring these Corpse Tides precisely towards the Prison…"
Shawn's eyes almost turned into stars, and after holding it in for a long time, he finally blurted out a sentence.
"The Whisperers, they are actually good people!"
His words carried 1 part sigh, 1 part excitement, and the remaining 8 parts were all longing for experience.
As for whether the Prison could handle the Corpse Tide, Shawn had never worried about it.
What a joke?
The Prison, with Shawn, had already withstood two waves of Corpse Tides composed entirely of Mutated Corpse, so its overall upper limit was very high.
Dealing with ordinary Walkers would be a dimensionality reduction strike, practically effortless!
Thinking of this, Shawn quickly got up and walked out with the finished rings.
Using the Prison's symbol as a reason, he distributed the rings.
Everyone in the army should have one, and Shawn tried his best to satisfy the search team as well. Then, the rest, Shawn handed over to Bray, asking him to distribute them on his behalf.
When Bray learned the meaning of the rings, his face flushed with excitement.
He bowed deeply, kneeling on one knee, like a knight receiving a noble's anointing, his expression devout and solemn.
The Zealots beside him dared not make a sound when they saw this scene. Only after Shawn left did they gradually focus their gaze on the small box in Bray's hand.
It seemed as if each of them had developed x-ray vision, able to see through the box directly to the dozens of 'blood moon survivor' rings piled inside.
Bray cleared his throat gently in front of everyone.
He picked up a ring from the small box and put it on his hand. The moment the inner wall of the ring touched his skin, Bray's expression changed, as if he felt the power bestowed by a deity slowly flowing through him.
'My God's gift is indeed extraordinary. Could it be that every one of these rings is a divine artifact?'
Bray thought this, but he felt countless burning gazes, stinging his skin, looking at him.
He looked up and saw that all the Zealots were looking over, staring intently at the ring he was wearing on his hand.
The moment they saw the Blood Moon pattern on the ring, the whole world seemed to fall silent, and in the depths of many Zealots' hearts, there was only one voice.
"I must have it!"
It wasn't until Bray gently cleared his throat that he drew the attention of the Zealots back.
Bray looked around, slightly raising his chin.
"My God has entrusted me with the task of distributing divine artifacts. This responsibility is significant, and I naturally cannot disappoint my God."
"All who have participated in two or more outdoor missions and have shed blood and sweat for my God may come to me to claim a ring."
"The rest of you should reflect deeply on why you are not among those receiving rings this time."
"God's benevolence does not mean you can obtain what does not belong to you."
"My God only gave dozens of them, which means that among everyone here, only dozens are qualified to receive divine artifacts!"
After listening to Bray's words, most of the Zealots lowered their heads in shame.
It seemed that failing to gain Shawn's approval was the most embarrassing thing in the world for them.
Especially in front of Bray, who had received a ring, they always felt the awkwardness of a bad student facing a top student.
Watching the rings gradually being distributed, the Zealots secretly swore in their hearts.
Next time, they must obtain the divine artifact bestowed by their God!
Shawn, who had left, probably didn't know.
He had merely handed over the remaining rings to Bray for casual distribution, but he inadvertently sparked a frenzy of internal competition among the Zealots.
They not only significantly boosted their already high loyalty even further.
Even their original puppet-like mentality, where they only acted when told, was slowly changing; the Zealots were beginning to become proactive.
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