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Teaming Up with the Clueless Against Zombies
墨書 Inktalez
On a morning in 2047, I found myself crouched in the bathroom of a dilapidated apartment building, pondering the most important question of my life: what should I have for breakfast today?
The world outside had descended into chaos, but physiological needs never take a break.
Speaking of which, there were only three packs of instant noodles left. Should I indulge a little and cook two packs?
Maybe add a Braised Egg?
Unfortunately, the refrigerator had long since lost power, and the eggs had gone bad ages ago.
Sigh, in this apocalyptic world, having a decent meal was harder than climbing to the heavens.
The window was just a shard of broken glass, barely covered by a filthy piece of plastic.
Through the gaps in the plastic, I could see the gray sky outside and the distant Ruined Walls; calling it Purgatory on Earth wouldn’t be an exaggeration.
A Sour Smell permeated the air, a unique fragrance of the apocalypse, mingling with the stench of rotting garbage and decaying corpses that was simply suffocating.
I took a deep breath and slowly exhaled, trying not to think about what exactly was producing that nauseating odor.
Suddenly, a dull thud shattered the fragile "silence."
This was followed by a chilling Tearing Sound, as if something was being ripped apart, sending shivers down my spine.
My heart raced, and I instinctively held my breath.
No way, no way, it couldn’t be that unlucky!
Could it be some clueless Zombie had set its sights on my rundown apartment?
The plastic sheet was violently torn open, and a bloodied, muddled head squeezed through.
It was a Zombie, its eyes filled only with hunger and the madness brought on by the virus. The whites of its eyes were shot through with blood vessels, and its pupils were dilated, making it look extraordinarily terrifying.
It let out a low growl, akin to the rumble of a beast or a wail echoing from the depths of hell, struggling to fully crawl through the window frame.
I was paralyzed with fear, my legs turned to jelly, and I nearly slipped off the toilet.
Instinctively, I wanted to scream and run away, but my body felt as if it were frozen in place, unable to move.
Adrenaline surged through me, a buzzing filled my ears, and my heartbeat thundered like a drum.
This was it; I was done for! It was all over!
In that life-and-death moment, the Black Bracelet I had been wearing on my wrist unexpectedly emitted a faint red glow.
I had found this bracelet in a pile of trash and wore it just for looks; I never expected it would light up at such a critical moment.
A peculiar warmth surged through my body, gradually dispelling the icy grip of fear.
I felt as if something subtle yet indescribable was changing within me, as if dormant cells were awakening, filling me with strength.
The red light on the bracelet flickered, as if signaling something or mocking my ignorance.
The Zombie had already freed half of its body, the stench of decaying flesh hitting me like a wave, nearly overwhelming me.
I could almost feel its rotten breath on my face—sticky and nauseating.
In the depths of despair, my gaze was fixated on the bracelet, its glow seemingly brighter than ever, as if guiding me towards my only path to survival.
A cold, mechanical voice echoed directly in my mind, carrying an eerie temptation:
"Detected Advanced Virus Host... Would you like to proceed with Devour? Devour Successful grants Immunity and some abilities... Warning: The Devour process carries risks, please choose wisely."
Devour? This thing called Devour?
My stomach churned violently; reason told me this was madness, akin to suicide—far worse than eating stinky tofu.
Yet the instinct to survive roared within me like a wild beast, insisting that this was my only chance to live.
Could this bracelet be some form of Alien Technology?
Or perhaps I was the Chosen One, destined to save the world?
The Zombie had nearly fully entered the bathroom, its hand—clawed with blackish-purple nails—reaching out towards me, dirt lingering beneath its grotesque nails, looking utterly revolting.
In that moment, all my fear and disgust were overshadowed by an overwhelming terror of death.
Fight for it, and a bicycle could become a motorcycle! If I don’t fight, I’ll just wait to die!
Since death was inevitable anyway, I might as well take a gamble!
With gritted teeth, I made my decision.
I was all in!
I lunged forward, sinking my teeth into the outstretched arm of the Zombie, its shocked gaze (if it still had one) fixed on me.
A cold, foul liquid surged into my mouth, reeking of decay, and I felt my throat convulse in disgust.
Disgusting! Absolutely revolting!
The stench was worse than a pair of socks I hadn't washed in a month!
Yet at that moment, the glow from my wristband peaked, and that warmth transformed into a violent surge of power, crashing through my body.
I felt like a deflated sponge, frantically absorbing this energy as if it were going to burst me apart.
That putrid smell seemed to morph into a strange nutrient, being absorbed and converted by my body.
A voice echoed in my mind once more:
"Devour Successful! Gained Beginner Immunity! Minor increase in strength and speed!"
I sensed a brand new power coursing through my limbs, making my body feel light and strong, as if filled with energy.
Just moments ago, my legs had felt weak; now I stood tall and straight like a sturdy poplar tree.
More importantly, the viral corruption that had emanated from the Zombie's arm was instantly eradicated by an invisible force once it entered my body.
Am I really immune?
This is incredible!
Without time to think, the Zombie in front of me was still struggling. It seemed to sense something was off, its movements becoming more frenzied and its shrieks sharper.
I looked at its twisted face, a wave of indescribable disgust surged within me, accompanied by a strange sense of power.
How should I use this newfound strength?
I tried to focus my thoughts, imagining the power gathering in my fist, just as described in Wuxia novels.
Suddenly, my fist felt heavy, filled with strength.
I swung my fist in an extremely ungraceful manner, striking hard at the Zombie's head.
The first punch missed; my body hadn’t fully adapted to this power yet, and my movements were somewhat clumsy.
The Zombie let out a hoarse roar, swinging its arms towards me, almost catching my face.
I awkwardly dodged, nearly slipping on the wet ground, but fortunately, I was agile enough to regain my balance just in time.
Damn it, why is this Golden Finger not cool at all?
I concentrated my strength again. This time, I aimed for its head with determination in my eyes; I had to succeed.
With renewed power, my movements became quicker, more precise, and stronger.
"Bang!" A dull thud echoed.
My fist landed solidly on the Zombie's head, delivering an absurd force that felt as if it could split the heavens.
The Zombie's head exploded like a rotten watermelon, splattering black and purple foul blood all over my face, the stench overwhelming.
I stood frozen, staring at the chaos around me and my blood-soaked fists, unable to believe that I had actually taken down a Zombie.
Is this… really resolved?
In such a brutal and absurd manner?
My stomach churned again, but the sense of power coursing through me made it clear that this was no dream; this was happening for real.
I quickly wiped the blood from my face and forced myself to rush out of the bathroom, fighting back the nausea.
In addition to the putrid smell of the virus, there seemed to be another scent in the air—one that came from within me, a yearning for something.
This desire unsettled me, but it also made me realize that my abilities extended far beyond what I had just demonstrated.
The apocalypse had begun, and my journey started in a bathroom drenched in Zombie blood, armed with a power that was both disgusting and formidable.
I needed to understand what was happening and find food and resources to survive.
This world, with my Unique Ability and Golden Finger, might become more interesting—or perhaps even more dangerous.
Pandora's Box seemed to have been opened right beside a toilet.
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