Chapter 10

Before leaving, Anxia was still sound asleep.

An Jingtian was still unconscious in the room, but he looked much better.

As expected, he would regain consciousness soon.

To be on the safe side, Lin An

特意用审判之眼探查了一遍安景天的信息，确保了挂坠确实压制了丧尸病毒。

He also moved several zombie corpses to cover the lingering human scent at the door and blocked the entrance with debris.

Only then did Lin An feel reassured.

However, it seemed there were still survivors on the other side of the door.

While Lin An was moving things, his sharp hearing picked up sounds from the room opposite.

The person was cautiously peering through the peephole, thinking Lin An hadn't noticed.

Lin An didn't pay much attention to this.

But after confirming someone was watching him, he casually picked up a zombie head and crushed it with one hand in front of the person.

It was as easy as popping a water balloon.

The hard skull shattered into pieces, scattering in all directions.

"Ah!"

A scream came from the opposite door, clearly startled by Lin An's terrifying act.

The door on the other side immediately locked with a sound.

Lin An smiled faintly, satisfied with the effect.

A naked display of force.

Although the repaired iron door was enough to keep ordinary zombies at bay,

it couldn't stop humans.

After the apocalypse, human hearts were unpredictable.

In his previous life, Lin An had seen too much ugliness.

People fought over food, turned on each other, and betrayed their loved ones.

As long as he could ensure Anxia and An Jingtian's safety, he didn't mind getting his hands dirty.

He had even considered killing all the residents in the building.

If it weren't for the uncertainty of whether the siblings knew any of the residents,

only two people would be alive in this building now.

However, as long as they didn't encounter a particularly unlucky mutation or human malice,

Lin An wasn't worried about ordinary zombies threatening the siblings hiding in the room.

The room was well-stocked with food and water, enough to last a month.

As long as they stayed inside, the zombies couldn't break through the reinforced iron door with just their teeth.

Even if something happened to him, the siblings could hold out for a while.

The supplies in the room were all purchased by Lin An before the apocalypse, as he had instructed An Jingtian.

They were complete, all military-grade rations.

Thinking of this, Lin An remembered the batch of supplies he had bought in advance.

It cost over two million in cash, enough to sustain three people for five years.

The supplies included weapons, equipment, and medicine.

But he wasn't sure if the logistics had delivered them to the designated location after he fell unconscious.

If these supplies were still there, he could easily gather a team and establish a safe zone in the early stages.

In the apocalypse game, it was hard to survive alone.

Only by building his own force could he have a foothold in this world.

Lin An sighed lightly.

Being unconscious for three days had indeed disrupted many of his plans.

Moreover, there were many rare items and equipment in his memory that he hadn't obtained yet.

However, it wasn't too late to get them now.

...

At the entrance of Heyuan Community.

Lin An carefully held his breath and moved along the wall.

His strong physical condition allowed him to hold his breath for up to five minutes.

Although he was now powerful enough to face ordinary zombies without fear,

if there were too many, they could easily attract a mutant.

His main task now was to deal with the [Stitcher] in the Wan Da Mall.

He had to avoid any unexpected incidents along the way.

The [Stitcher] was far more powerful than the舔食者 (Licker) he had encountered before.

The Licker was a first-stage mutant,

while the [Stitcher] was a second-stage mutant.

The danger increased significantly with each stage.

Lin An's current strength could barely handle a first-stage mutant.

If he encountered a special type of mutant, his life would be in danger.

So, going against a second-stage mutant with his current strength would be suicide.

Along the way, Lin An had already planned his next actions.

For the first six days, he would search for the special items and equipment from his previous life's memory, kill a mutant to level up, and then focus on the [Stitcher] for the next three days.

Without enough strength, rushing wouldn't help.

...

The first target: Star Art Flower Shop!

In his memory, this flower shop, located at the edge of the city, once had an extremely rare "Psionic Plant."

"Psionic Plants" were similar to buffs in games.

They usually appeared as plants, fruits, or food, though plants were more common.

Players or even zombies could eat them directly to gain permanent attribute boosts.

For apocalypse players who could only gain +1 attribute per level,

the effect of "Psionic Food" was considered extremely powerful.

Each attribute boost significantly enhanced one's strength.

Those lucky enough to obtain such fruits in his previous life mostly became powerful figures.

However, these special items usually only existed for a short time before the apocalypse and gradually disappeared after a month.

As an ordinary person, Lin An knew this information thanks to the "Chat Channel" that opened six months after the apocalypse.

Unlike ordinary game chat channels where anyone could speak freely,

the chat channel in the apocalypse game required a lot of energy and physical strength.

In other words, it consumed precious food.

Therefore, most ordinary people like him, who struggled to survive, could only watch as powerful awakened individuals occasionally shared information or chatted.

In Lin An's memory, after the first year of the apocalypse, such messages were no longer seen on the "Public Channel."

So, if he didn't seize the opportunity now to obtain some psionic food, it would be extremely difficult to find later.

"Judgment Eye!"

To observe the surroundings,

Lin An activated the Judgment Eye again, a golden flash in his pupils.

His already excellent vision improved further, and information along the way flowed into his mind like data.

After confirming there was no danger,

Lin An closed the Judgment Eye.

Although the Judgment Eye didn't consume much mental energy, the cumulative effect was still a burden.

There were no special mutants nearby.

Number of zombies: 678.

Number of survivors: 122.

Out of the original thousand residents, only about ten percent were still alive.

The cruelty of the apocalypse was evident.

First, he needed to find a motorcycle.

After observing the route, Lin An made up his mind.

The journey into the city was long, and although the number of zombies wasn't as terrifying as in the city center,

it was still significant.

Dealing with the zombies along the way without a vehicle would be too time-consuming.

Finding a heavy truck in the old city area wasn't easy.

Ordinary cars would break down after hitting a few zombies.

In comparison, a motorcycle was a good choice.

If conditions allowed later, finding an armored vehicle to turn into a mobile fortress would be even better.

After a night, the entrance to the community was already surrounded by many zombies again.

The ground was stained dark red with blood and entrails.

The zombies, which wouldn't let any flesh go to waste, had gnawed the bodies clean, leaving only white skeletons.

It seemed many people had tried to escape or enter last night.

Hundreds of zombies wandered aimlessly, occasionally raising their heads to emit piercing howls.

Lin An seized the opportunity and instantly dashed out.

His target was a small group of zombies not far away.

There was a black motorcycle lying on the ground, with the key still in the ignition, ready to start.

Next to the motorcycle was a skeleton, gnawed clean.

It seemed to be the owner of the motorcycle.

Lin An's right foot suddenly exerted force, cracking the old ground, and he instantly rushed to the front of the zombie group.

"Downward Slash!"

The half-arm-long Nepalese kukri cut through the air, emitting a piercing whistle.

The kukri was from An Jingtian's collection.

As a former military man, An Jingtian had a hobby of collecting weapons.

Although the spine of the Licker was of higher quality than alloy weapons, it wasn't handy without processing.

The blade was sharp, and with one swing, Lin An cut through two zombies.

The wounds were smooth, like laser cuts.

The severed bodies slowly slid apart.

"Roar!"

The zombies, sensing the human scent, instantly went berserk.

Rotten arms reached out to grab Lin An.

"Side Kick!"

Lin An quickly changed direction.

With his superhuman speed, he rapidly twisted his body, using his waist for power.

"Bang!"

The zombie that lunged at him was kicked in half, its white spine barely hanging on.

"Ring Slash!"

"Power Burst!"

"Hum."

The unique energy fluctuation of an awakened individual spread, like water merging into his body.

Lin An's expression was cold as he held the knife and quickly spun around.

The sharp blade, enhanced by his strength, easily cut through the zombies' necks.

"Shh."

The flesh was sliced by the blade.

Seven zombie heads were cleanly severed.

With one swing, Lin An efficiently killed the remaining seven zombies.

"Damn!"

From a third-floor window, a bearded man in his early twenties, who had been watching, widened his eyes in shock.

His face was full of awe.

It was like a scene from a movie, making it hard to believe it was real.

Who was this person?

His knife skills were fluid, and his physical strength was monstrous.

Was he a legendary hermit or a martial artist from a novel?

The man's eyes were wide with bloodshot.

It was a weekend when the apocalypse broke out, and he was living alone in the apartment, which allowed him to survive.

However, the zombies outside trapped him in the room, making it impossible for him to move.

There wasn't much food in the room, and he was used to ordering takeout when he was hungry.

The last bucket of instant noodles was already eaten.

Having watched many apocalypse movies, he quickly realized that he would likely starve to death if this continued.

He had tried to go out before.

But after seeing a muscular man on a motorcycle get surrounded by zombies and not last three seconds, he gave up on the idea.

So, after a sleepless night, he was just about to check the situation outside when he saw Lin An slaughtering the zombies.

After witnessing Lin An's incredible strength,

he quickly realized that Lin An might be able to help him.

Excited, the man rushed to open the window to call out.

But he had forgotten that he had locked it tightly out of fear the night before.

Panicked and flustered,

he finally managed to open the window and stick his head out, but Lin An had already ridden away on the motorcycle.

Regardless of whether Lin An could hear him, the man shouted loudly, hoping to leave an impression.

What if this powerful man came back?

"Brother! My name is Liu Shiming!"

"I live in Building 3, Unit 2, Room 302!"