The Lord’s expression flickered slightly, as if he hadn’t expected the other to suddenly disappear from view. It looked around, searching, but still couldn’t find Lin Fan’s trace.
At this moment, Lin Fan was hiding in the shadows, secretly peeping out.
he actually saw the Lord start to re-form into a Corpse Ball.
"Good, very good. Just as I thought, the Lord has a bit of a brain, but definitely not much."
During the waiting period,
Lin Fan took out the map and looked at the circled areas. With the continuous clearing over time, the parts of Huang City that hadn’t been cleared were gradually decreasing.
"Judging by this progress and the distribution of the zombies, there aren’t as many as I imagined. Or is it that many people couldn’t turn into zombies, and when the apocalypse first broke out, they were torn apart by a group of zombies and ended up as corpses?"
He knew the habits of zombies; they liked to bite necks, and if the bite was slightly bigger, the neck could be bitten off.
"And there’s the possibility that zombies left Huang City to wander elsewhere without my knowledge, which isn’t impossible either."
Lin Fan took the apocalypse very seriously.
He once fantasized about whether he could return to the past, pretending none of it had happened.
Lin Fan sighed, "If only I could turn back time, that would be great, but unfortunately... I know that’s impossible."
In the case that turning back time was impossible,
the only thing he could do was to clear a clean city for the living.
Huang City was his hometown,
He was born here, lived here, and all his memories were here.
Depending on the remaining survivors, whether they could return to their past prosperity, he wasn’t sure, but he could only think about trying hard, at least ensuring that as long as civilization’s legacy hadn’t perished, every living survivor could be happy, not tormented by the apocalypse or worried about the dark side of humanity under it.
He knew that the survivors of Sunshine Shelter saw him as their only ray of hope.
He was willing to be such a light, giving them confidence and a future.
As he thought about these matters,
he noticed the Corpse Ball had formed again, and it was even larger than the last one. Indeed, whether the Lord was strong really depended on the number of zombies around.
Lin Fan got up, not concealing his presence at all, holding Frostmourne, feeling the energy that Frostmourne brought.
Sword Radiance flickered.
The streets covered with viscous blood.
The Lord was a zombie; it couldn’t speak, and its eyes were gray and white, but even with those gray and white eyes, for some reason, when it looked at Lin Fan, it seemed to be filled with despair.
This despair was deeper than that of humans.
"Sorry, I didn’t leave," Lin Fan said apologetically.
He knew what he was doing was excessive.
It was like a child peeing to make mud pies, finally building a castle, but before having a chance to enjoy it, it was kicked down by Lin Fan. When trying to resist and failing, as Lin Fan left, they barely managed to hold their pee and rebuild a castle, yet who could expect to be kicked down again.
Such a blow wasn’t something an ordinary person could withstand.
Lin Fan could see the Lord’s despair. It might be difficult for it to continue gathering a Corpse Ball, and even if it really could do it again, it would definitely take a lot of time.
With that much time, he might as well do the clearing himself.
a streak of sword light flashed, Puchi, a head soared into the air, followed by another slash that cut the head open in midair, and a red crystal fell from the sky.
Raising his hand to catch the crystal, he securely placed it in his bag.
Lin Fan didn’t even glance at the Lord’s corpse, leaping up and striking towards another direction.
Back home, Lin Fan spread out the crystals he had accumulated over time on the table.
"White Crystals one hundred and thirty-two, black eighty-seven, light gold thirty-eight, gold eleven, red six, brown one, multicolored two."
Counting his harvest.
"The upgrade of War Armor is necessary, and the awakened abilities must be improved too. Currently, Dong Jia, Ye Qian, and Old Zhong’s abilities need upgrading, which certainly requires light gold."
Thinking about some matters.
Lin Fan didn’t want to be a lone hero, didn’t want to become the only faith in the hearts of the living. He hoped that the living would know that they could also become heroes; just believe, and it will surely happen.
He stood up and went to the bathroom, still in good spirits after a day’s labor and full of strength.
He walked into the shower with a toothbrush, brushing his teeth while showering.
This was a way to save time.
Checking the interface, assigning points, the only joy was watching the string of numbers go up, his strength enhanced.
[Strength]: 3025680. (Unlimited)
[Stamina]: 1695280. (Unlimited)
[Speed]: 1626760. (Unlimited)
"Massive numbers, each one associated with zombies."
He tightened his fist, feeling filled with power, a force that could smash beyond imagination, believing that his punch could hold its own against the so-called bulls and horses.
Two minutes later, rinsed clean, dressed, he returned to the computer.
Turning on the computer.
It had been a long time since he had touched it, the computer almost felt like an antique.
Looking at the Red Alert icon on the desktop.
To his surprise, he saw a team waiting for one more player.