As for building his own power?

Waldo hesitated for a moment and then shook his head.

Right now, he didn’t have that idea. With his own strength, he could comfortably survive in this world without worrying about survival. Moreover, his strength was evident, and he doubted anyone would dare to provoke him unless they were asking for trouble.

Of course, Waldo had thought about having a private armed force. After all, having a force could handle many things on his behalf. However, what Waldo had in mind was combat robots!

The strength of West was not to be underestimated; it was extremely powerful. Having a fully armed force composed entirely of combat robots was what Waldo wanted most. One West was already formidable, but a complete army would be invincible. They would be an extremely sharp sword, reigning in the post-apocalyptic world. Dealing with zombies would be child’s play, a one-sided massacre!

However, building a combat robot required too many resources. For now, Waldo didn’t have enough power, so he could only think about it.

Shaking his head, Waldo stopped thinking about it.

At that moment, a sudden transfer notification caught Waldo’s attention.

Survivor Binder has transferred four thousand experience points to you.

Waldo was momentarily surprised. Binder? Who was this? Why were they transferring experience points to him? He was puzzled. Did Binder transfer it to the wrong person?

"Hello, Waldo, I’m the person who live-streamed with you last night."

Just as Waldo was wondering, the other person sent a message. Suddenly, it clicked in Waldo’s mind. Last night, it was the young man nearby, the one who looked a bit goofy and was following him closely. At the time, he had been a bit annoyed by the proximity.

So, this person named Binder had been live-streaming him.

"I see, so you’re the one responsible for all those videos about me hunting Brigham and his group this morning. You were up to some mischief!"

Waldo responded without reservation.

On the other side, Binder’s face changed slightly.

Waldo isn’t happy?

He had witnessed Waldo’s brutal actions and massacres last night. The scenes were vivid in his memory, and it sent a shiver down his spine. If the big guy, Waldo, wasn’t happy, the consequences would be severe!

Binder’s expression kept changing as he thought about a solution. Finally, he slapped his thigh, made up his mind, and replied:

"Waldo, I didn’t mean to offend you, so I transferred four thousand experience points to you. It’s half of my livestream income! But it was my mistake, so I’m giving you an additional two thousand experience points!"

With that, Waldo received a notification of two thousand experience points added to his account. This improved Waldo’s impression of Binder significantly.

"Alright, I’ll let it slide this time. If you do another livestream, just give me half of your experience point income!"

Waldo thought for a moment and said.

Binder could give him seventy-five percent of his experience points. This indicated that Binder was someone worth befriending, someone who understood the situation and knew when to retreat.

Upon hearing this, Binder was delighted.

"Thank you so much, Waldo!"

Binder replied enthusiastically.

Afterward, the two of them chatted for a while and exchanged some information. They agreed that if there was another livestream, Binder would give fifty percent of the livestream income to Waldo.

Binder was overjoyed with the arrangement.

"Next time, I’ll make sure to capture your mighty deeds!"

Binder pledged with a pat on his chest.

Not long after, the two of them ended their conversation. Binder’s matter was just a minor incident for Waldo. In fact, everything that happened last night could be considered a minor incident. The interlude was over, and their lives were returning to normal.

In the villa area, Waldo took out a map of the West City District.

"Now that Brigham and the others are settled, let’s see where we should go next," Waldo said while looking at the map.

The West City District was an undeveloped urban area infested with zombies that had been evolving rapidly without interference. After so much time, there was a good chance that a large number of second-level zombies had appeared in the West City District, and even third-level zombies were possible.

Helen, looking at the map, said thoughtfully, "In reality, we have a large stockpile of weaponry now, and we probably have everything we need. There’s nothing particularly enticing left."

Alanna seemed to agree with Helen’s perspective and responded, "Indeed, we don’t lack weapons and equipment. The only thing we might be short on is experience points!"

The experience points Waldo earned last time had been mostly used up, and he had reached level 30. Alanna and Helen had both reached level 20. To continue leveling up, they needed more experience points.

In the current situation, experience points were extremely precious and played a significant role. That’s why so many survivors were furious after being deceived by Brigham. It was simply because experience points were challenging to obtain and incredibly valuable.

"Just as I thought, at the moment, there’s nothing that can truly attract us unless it’s something like missile launchers," Waldo agreed with a nod.

The thoughts of the two women aligned with his own. Currently, the most important thing for them was experience points. Going from level 20 to 30 required 46,500 experience points, while going from level 30 to 40 required 82,000 experience points. These were not small numbers, meaning they needed to kill thousands of ordinary zombies to accumulate that much experience.

Selling resources was something they could do once, but if they did it repeatedly, it could arouse suspicion and potentially put them in danger.

"If it were before, doing this wouldn’t matter. But now, many people know me, have seen me, and know my identity. If I do it again, not only will I be suspected, but someone with ill intentions might take advantage of it!" Waldo remarked, showing his careful and thoughtful approach.

Since he had the two women with him, he had to consider their safety. Thus, hunting zombies was the only viable path now.

"That’s decided then. Let’s rest for a day, and we’ll head to the West City District tomorrow. The number of zombies there is relatively high, and only there can we obtain an endless supply of experience points!" Waldo declared.

With the decision made for tomorrow’s action, the two women naturally had no objections and agreed.