After completing his morning routine, Memphis officially began his 20th day in the apocalypse.First on the agenda: strengthening his abilities. Yesterday’s relentless assaults, especially from two Level 4 pieces of equipment, had made him forget all about the energy crystals he had collected from the Medi Sphere battlefield near Lakeside Bridge. Now, he retrieved 6,000 experience crystals and 4 potential crystals, systematically absorbing them into his body.Each crystal glowed and disappeared as its energy merged into his being. Even after using these countless times, Memphis still couldn’t quite grasp the mechanism. How did something tangible convert into numerical gains? Was his body crushing the crystals, or was the parasitic system aiding absorption? If so, were others also parasitized? Did zombies turn consumed humans into their own experience points...?As he consumed the resources, his mind wandered until 80% of the crystals were absorbed, and the cold, mechanical system voic
Not only were these foods delicious, but they also provided prolonged satiety. Memphis vividly recalled a single piece of mutant fish or dog meat being enough to sustain a person through a full day of combat. Currently, their catch included only Level 2 or Level 3 mutant fish and sewer rats—not high-level enough.Memphis identified three potential sources of high-level mutant animals. He ordered Allan to investigate one site that morning, assigned Lionel to another, and planned to inspect the third himself."Or we could butcher that dumb dog, salt the near-ton of meat, and ration it. That’d work fine too."The third solution involved studying and learning from the dumb dog. Big Black Dog could operate tirelessly all day, consuming zombie corpses and magical crystal shards as sustenance. This represented an abundant and potent source of energy. However, replicating this ability seemed challenging, humans clearly couldn’t consume zombies as food.Another possibility was investigating ho
The breeding section housed mutated rats—Level 2 and Level 3 specimens, plump and meticulously cleaned, each confined in individual cages and fed high-grade zombie flesh.This operation was extremely dangerous. Rats could carry diseases such as plague or even mysterious ailments causing sudden death. Memphis was well aware of this, which was why the task was assigned to individuals previously tasked with monitoring steel cages in Sunny Hills.If they lived, great. If not, so be it.Previously, these people had overseen women used as bait for zombies. Now they watched over mutant rats for fresh meat—a poetic twist of karma. Struggling to descend, Memphis moved forward along the tunnel. The dim light of flickering lamps illuminated the way, while the damp, stifling air made it difficult to breathe.“Air circulation is pretty bad. Next time, I should bring an oxygen tank.” he muttered, carefully observing his surroundings. Nothing suspicious caught his eye—just a few dead rats poisoned by the traps laid earlier. A summoned group of undead minions quickly collected the carcasses, packing them into burlap sacks to be dealt with later.This tunnel was meant to be accessed solely by him, no one else was allowed to handle the cleanup work.After walking roughly a kilometer, Memphis arrived at a semi-familiar holding room—this was the containment unit for M2, level 24.The chamber was heavily fortified, equipped with gasoline bombs, explosives, floodlights, surveillance cameras, and rat traps. Every precaution was taken to ensure the prisoner could live as comfortably and securely as possible. M2 was a high-leveApocalypse System: How To Destroy My Resources? Chapter 570:
As skills evolved and levels increased, so too did the madness and distortion. Here was a human carrying zombie meat with pride, enthusiastically discussing its preparation as though it were a culinary delight.If they knew about the secret society formed by the four survivors in Hope Town—a group focused on eating third-tier zombies, exchanging recipes for better flavor and enhanced abilities—their shock would reach new heights.Pushing that thought aside, Memphis narrowed his eyes at the E3 Level 33 zombie. This monster chose to consume brains and internal organs—the most grotesque parts. But why? Brains made some sense, given they housed medicinal crystals. But organs? Why not eat ribs or thighs—the "prime cuts"?
After instructing Wylie and his team not to provoke or lure E3 further—just occasionally dropping 100g of meat to keep it contained—while beginning drone surveillance of all zombies around the Crimson Flame Town area, Memphis set off once again.With the north and west secure, he still needed to inspect the southern area near Iron Stone Town and the central Renaissance area. He couldn’t linger here marveling at his foes.An attack from an E3 level 33 was simply terrifying. If it hit an armored BMP-1 vehicle, it would undoubtedly pierce through front to back, destroying everything inside—or, at the very least, punch a hole while the residual force turned the entire crew into minced flesh.Truly horrifying.The most revolting thing in this apocalypse wasn’t a horde of tens of thousands of zombies but the Devouring Type. A horde of 70,000 zombies might be held back by 1,000 defenders, but against a Devouring Type? Haha, a thousand people from Hope Town would just line up to be devoured.
This was an incredibly powerful zombie horde, only slightly weaker than the Sunny Hills horde. Moreover, they were unrestrained defensively—they were fully in attack mode.Once they moved to attack, it would be an unrelenting onslaught.However, this horde’s advance was not particularly fast, covering only a few dozen meters per hour. Their trajectory shifted inconsistently between left and right, as though they had yet to settle on a specific target.Five kilometers southeast of the horde’s current position was a massive bridge spanning the Grieving River—Grieving River Bridge—connecting Whiskey County and Lakeside County.
Company Diamond Valley."You fool, you worthless scum, don't you know how to act like a decent human being?"Memphis Jackman stood in front of the director's desk, his head bowed, eyes fixed on his shoes, silently enduring the stream of vulgar curses. If it weren't for the 3000 USD monthly salary, he would have long since stormed up and kicked that idiotic fat man.His director, Lionel Hester, was a hybrid between a hippopotamus and a wild boar. Clearly, Diamond Valley was a scam company, yet he demanded that Memphis Jackman do upright and legitimate work.Like a brothel forcing its prostitutes to build a temple for chastity.Of course, Memphis could do it, but the righteous tasks he performed were just to cover up for the other idiots in the company, allowing them to reap the benefits.If those idiots were also only getting 3000 USD like Memphis, he wouldn't have cared. But they were getting 10,000 USD. Wasn't this a blatant exploitation of him? Clearly, their skills were equal, so w