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-leve
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
At that moment, the sky outside the window suddenly darkened, and a storm, along with thunder, erupted, causing the windows to shake. Memphis was first stunned, then, feeling a premonition, looked up at the sky.There, a gigantic skull had appeared from nowhere. The skull, surrounded by swirling black clouds and lightning, seemed to stretch from a distant void, taking up half the sky.Memphis's face froze in terror. What... what the hell was that?Before he could think further, the skull opened its enormous mouth and spoke in a booming voice that seemed to pierce through his eardrums:"Lowly ants, your days of leisure are over. From today, I will make you taste my wrath. Get ready to face my fury, join my game, and make me pleased, ha ha ha ha..."As soon as the skull finished speaking, countless beams of light shot out from its eye sockets, entering the atmosphere from different angles. Memphis's eyes widened as he watched one beam head straight for him, hitting the top of his head w
Click!He locked the main door.No matter what, in an unclear situation outside, preventing other creatures from entering was the first action to take.After locking the door, he hurriedly ran back inside. Passing by the water cooler, he conveniently smashed the lock on the first aid box above with the bat, reaching in to grab all the medicine inside."Kheeze... Help me... Kheeze..."When he returned to Jonny's side, his poor colleague was already delirious, his eyes cloudy, his skin dark and bruised, thick, dark red mucus dripping from the corners of his mouth.Memphis clenched his hand tightly, his eyes reddening.In less than 30 seconds from being bitten, Jonny had nearly lost consciousness, perhaps only standing through sheer will to survive despite his body's transformation."Jonny, Jonny, you have to stay awake, your dad is waiting! Uncle Gaspar is waiting for you at home!"Jonny seemed to hear Memphis's voice, hearing the name Gaspar Byrne, his father, a miserable widower. He s
Sure enough, after adding potential points, the highest limit of the attributes increased. It seems he needs to train to bring his stats to the highest level.Also, how does he use the skill points, and what about the newly appeared Bright? 5 Bright should equal 5 zombie corpses, right?Well, let's see how it goes. He just killed 5 zombies and gained 5 exp, enough to level up. So, each zombie gives 1 exp, meaning to reach level 3, he needs to kill 20 zombies..."Ding. Congratulations to the host for successfully surviving the initial phase and leveling up.""The system offers rewards. Please choose one of the following: First, instantly increase the current level by one, the reward cannot be saved for later use. Second, receive a random skill book ranging from tier one to tier three. Third, receive a random piece of equipment ranging from tier one to tier three."As Memphis was deep in thought, the mechanical voice startled him with a mix of surprise and joy, along with significant in