Vikram leaned back slightly as he scrolled through the regional chat.
His eyes casually drifted to the bottom-right corner, and paused.
"60,000…"
There used to be around 100,000 Survivors in this region.
Now, nearly 40% were gone.
Just like that.
He silently scrolled past the endless complaints.
People crying about the cold. People begging for food. People cursing the system.
None of it interested him.
Then, a message kept flashing repeatedly, almost flooding the screen.
"Selling cold-proof supplies! All are rare grade! First come, first served! Fair prices, no freeloaders!!!"
Again. And again. And again.
Vikram narrowed his eyes slightly.
"Spam tactic…"
It was crude, but effective. At first, only a few people responded.
But once the seller posted actual item details, rare-grade cold-proof equipment. The chat instantly became active.
More and more Survivors started asking for trades.
But that wasn't what caught Vikram's attention.
It was the name. Brijbhushan.
