the cosmic cultivator

chapter 7 : Fighting zombies

2: 17, North Africa, Kingdom of Morocco, City of Tangier

Bam!!

Maxwell was standing near a large restaurant located near the beach. He looked at the corpses of the five zombies whose heads were destroyed, then walked towards the entrance of the restaurant cautiously.

He hid behind one of the tables and looked through the glass doors at the situation inside. He was able to count a total of 14 zombies inside the restaurant.

“There doesn't seem to be any survivors here,” he murmured with a frown

“With my current ability I can only focus on a maximum of four zombies, also the range of my ability is short, only 10 meters...”

He thought thoughtfully as he considered a suitable plan to eliminate all the zombies inside without being exposed to danger.

“If Omar were here, the situation would be easier...” he thought in frustration, Omar's ability and his ability complemented each other, if Omar was here he could create a shield to cover them and then going deep into the zombies was not a problem at all, then Maxwell could use his ability comfortably.

“This is not the time to think about this matter, only 14 zombies I can definitely take out...”

He approached the door quietly, but the zombies still detected him, and they started walking towards him like crazy people.

He raised his hand and focused on the four zombies in front.

Crack!!

Although it took a few seconds, he was able to get rid of the four but at the same time the other zombies advanced.

Crack!!

“Damn it!! If they keep pushing like this, they’ll break down the door...” he muttered angrily, then looked around before his eyes settled on the wooden tables. He hit his forehead and smiled sarcastically.

“I'm definitely a big fool, I only focused on smashing their heads, my ability is greater than that...”

He immediately ran near one of the tables and then focused all his strength on it.

Under the influence of the full force of his telekinesis, the table shattered into several pieces of wood.

He ignored the headache he felt and manipulated his ability to raise pieces of wood that he intended to use like weapons to penetrate the zombies' heads instead of smashing them.

Six pieces of jagged wood rose into the air behind him. He raised his hand towards the door and opened it.

Bam

The zombies who were stampeding fell to the ground, Maxwell took advantage and waved his hand

" death ... "

Powered by the power of telekinesis, the pieces of wood pierced the heads of the six zombies in front. He didn't stop there, he waved his hand again, killing the remaining zombies in the same way.

“I don’t know if there are more inside...”

He looked at the existing rooms and murmured, “Unfortunately, I cannot sense the zombies, but I am sure that within a range of 100 meters there is no trace of life. It makes sense. In the planet, almost everyone was lost Consciousness, from what I noticed, not everyone turned into a zombie, but because of their loss of consciousness, they ended up turning into a zombie.”

Maxwell stopped thinking about it and focused on the toilet door and opened it.

“Hmm no one...”

He did the same thing to the rest of the rooms. He only found four zombies, but he got rid of them easily.

He looked down sadly, he was looking at the corpse of an infant

“Unfortunately...” He sighed sadly and then left the place

“There is no need for any vehicle, I can use mind control to carry them...” he murmured quietly as he headed towards Omar.

Whoosh!!

Whoosh!!

Whoosh!!

“Hmm...”

He looked up, just now a total of three warplanes passed by

“I don’t know how my father is, he probably thinks I’m dead now...”

When Maxwell saw the warplanes, he remembered his father. His father, James, belonged to the army and his rank was almost equivalent to that of a general, or this is what Maxwell discovered.

That's why Maxwell wasn't worried about his family too much, he knew that his father would ensure their safety.

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Maxwell easily reached Omar's place. There was something strange, which was that the area was free of zombies. Other than the zombies he found in the restaurant, he did not encounter any zombies wandering around.

“Man, are you okay!?” Omar asked with a frown while pointing to Maxwell’s nose.

Maxwell frowned and put his hand to his nose, “Huh!!?, blood!?”

The frown on his face deepened, he shook his head and said

“I'm fine, I'm fine, let's leave the place first...”

He pointed with his hand towards the father and son and activated his ability. Under Omar's eyes, the bodies of the two rose.

“Man, it's still unbelievable every time I think about it. We have superpowers now...” Omar said in a shocked and disbelieving tone.

Maxwell ignored him and then started walking towards the restaurant while the father and son floated quietly behind him.

All the way he was holding his hand to his nose to stop the bleeding

“I need to find some painkillers...”

He couldn't even finish his sentence. His vision began to turn blurry. The last thing he could see was Omar's ugly expression before he lost consciousness.

After losing consciousness, both the father and his son fell to the ground forcefully.

......

..

“Hmmmm!!, where am I!?”

Maxwell wondered as he looked at the barren reddish-black space. He was confused. He clearly remembered that he was heading towards the restaurant, but in the blink of an eye he found himself here.

“I remember, I seem to have kind of lost consciousness...”

He muttered with a frown and then started walking randomly. He could hear the sound of his steps on the wet ground. It was not only wet, but the pale red liquid almost reached his knees.

“I think I'm dreaming again, anyway I used to be conscious in my dream...”

Most people don't! Indeed, all people cannot be conscious within their dreams, but Maxwell never encountered a dream without being conscious of it. He thought that what was happening now was one of his dreams.

He stopped walking suddenly

“But....something tells me this isn't a dream.”

He had a feeling that what was happening to him definitely had something to do with what had happened to the world.

“If I am dreaming, then I can control this place, after all I am the one who is dreaming...”

Suddenly this idea came to his mind. He did not hesitate and immediately began to imagine that he wanted to leave the place. Fortunately, it seemed that he was right, as the black space began to shatter like a mirror.

Crack!!

Crack!!