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The zombie I had just shot in the head lay sprawled on the ground like a lump of mud, emitting a stench ten times stronger than before.
I looked at my fist, smeared with dark purple blood, feeling my stomach churn violently. Yet, the warm current within me, or rather the surge of power, told me that I had indeed gained something from that foul heap of rotten flesh.
The voice said I had acquired "Basic Immunity" and a slight enhancement in strength and speed.
Slight enhancement?
I glanced down at my hands; I had just taken down a zombie with my bare hands!
Though it was in an extremely undignified manner, this result was anything but "slight," right?
I took a deep breath, forcing down the discomfort in my stomach. That strange desire lingering in the air, mingling with the stench of decay and viruses, felt like an invisible hand scratching at my heart.
I needed to figure out what was going on.
This bracelet I picked up from the garbage, this cold voice in my mind, this ability to gain power by devouring zombies… Was this some kind of divine gift or a temptation from Satan?
But no matter what it was, in this damned apocalypse, power was everything.
I needed to survive—not just survive, but live like a human being again, no longer hiding like a rat in dark, damp corners.
I had to grow stronger.
The remains of that zombie lay before me, bloody and utterly disgusting.
Yet the glow of the bracelet and the voice in my mind silently urged me on, telling me that this was the key to becoming stronger.
I hesitated.
Reason told me to stay far away from this pile of things, but that instinctive desire for power spread through my body like a drug addiction.
To survive, to avoid repeating those tragic fates, for my loved ones… even if they might have turned into the monsters before me, I still needed strength.
I made my decision.
I would find a zombie and give it another try.
But this time, I couldn’t just passively defend myself like before; I had to take the initiative and test my new abilities.
Leaving the bathroom, I walked down the dilapidated hallway.
The stench of decay grew stronger in the air, and occasionally I could hear the distant, low growls of zombies, like a symphony of despair in this apocalyptic world.
My heart raced, not out of fear, but from a complex mix of tension, excitement, and unease.
I recalled the images I had witnessed: the twisted faces of my loved ones, the anguished screams of neighbors, and how the once-thriving city had turned into a wasteland.
That feeling of helplessness, watching everything being destroyed while being powerless to stop it—I never wanted to experience that again.
I had to grow stronger; I must grow stronger!
I arrived at the hall downstairs. Once resplendent, it now resembled a toy house ravaged by a giant—broken walls and remnants everywhere, stained with blood and rotting corpses.
I lightened my footsteps and cautiously observed my surroundings.
In my line of sight, a swaying figure appeared.
It was wearing a tattered security uniform, with dried blood caked around its neck—a standard low-level zombie.
The opportunity had come.
I cautiously approached it, observing its movements while calculating in my mind.
Biting directly? Too disgusting and far too risky.
Let’s try a regular attack first and see how much my strength and speed have improved.
I picked up a half-buried steel pipe from the ground. It felt disgusting, but I couldn’t afford to hesitate if I wanted to survive.
The pipe felt lighter in my hands than before; indeed, my strength had increased.
Taking a deep breath, I aimed for the zombie's leg and swung the pipe with all my might.
"Clang!"
A piercing metallic sound rang out as my steel pipe struck the zombie's leg bone solidly.
The sound of breaking bones I had imagined didn’t come; instead, the impact caused the pipe to slip from my grip and smash against the wall, bending out of shape.
The zombie merely swayed slightly, slowly turning its head toward me. Its murky eyes fixed on me as it let out an even raspier growl.
To my astonishment, there wasn’t even a mark left on its leg bone!
"Damn! Is this still a low-level zombie? This is more like a tin can!"
I was instantly dumbfounded. The one I encountered in the bathroom earlier—could it have been a weaker rookie in the zombie world?
What happened to the supposed minor upgrade? How could it not even break a steel pipe?
I realized that the zombies in this world seemed to be much tougher than I had imagined.
Ordinary attacks had little effect; it seemed I had no choice but to take a more "direct" approach.
My stomach began to churn again.
But in my ears, it felt as if I could hear the desperate screams of loved ones on the brink of death, their hopeless gazes flashing before my eyes.
There was no retreat!
I gritted my teeth, suppressing my nausea, and charged at the zombie.
The zombie seemed caught off guard by my "bravery," or perhaps my "death wish," and hadn't fully reacted yet.
Seizing the opportunity, I grabbed its leg—the very same leg that I couldn't break with the steel pipe earlier.
A wave of putrid odor and coldness hit me instantly, making me want to vomit.
Then, I shut my eyes and bit down hard.
"Squish!"
The teeth truly pierced through its tough, dry flesh!
A more intense and nauseatingly foul liquid surged into my mouth, carrying an indescribable taste of sourness and decay.
I could feel the cold liquid inside it flowing over my teeth and tongue, every taste bud screaming in protest.
Disgusting! Utterly revolting! I nearly vomited on the spot!
But in that moment of despair, the black bracelet on my wrist glowed with a brilliant red light once again!
That familiar warm current—or rather, a violent force—rushed into my body like a flood!
It was even more intense and overwhelming than before!
I felt every cell in my body greedily absorbing this power, expanding like an inflated balloon, filled with explosive energy!
The voice in my mind echoed again, this time not cold but tinged with an indistinct emotion:
"Devouring successful! Gained low-level zombie immunity! Significant increase in strength and speed! Ability plunder triggered: Super Resilience!"
"Super Resilience"? What on earth is that?
Before I could ponder further, the surge of power made me unable to contain my urge to unleash it!
I suddenly released the zombie's leg, feeling an unprecedented lightness in my body, while also brimming with explosive strength!
This was not just a minor enhancement; it was a transformation!
I couldn't help but clench my fists and, without thinking, threw a punch at the nearby wreck of an abandoned car.
"Boom!"
A loud crash echoed!
The deformed, junked car was actually dented in by my punch, as if it had been struck by some heavy machinery!
I was stunned!
I looked at my fist, completely unharmed, then glanced back at the pitiful car, letting out an incredulous "What the hell?" from my throat.
Just moments ago, a steel pipe couldn't even break a zombie's leg, and now I could deform a car with my bare hands?!
Was this a significant power boost? This was like riding a rocket!
I felt an overwhelming surge of strength coursing through me, and my speed was astonishingly quick.
If I had been just a slightly faster and stronger ordinary person before, now I felt like... a prototype Superman?
I was so excited that I wanted to laugh out loud to the sky. This feeling of suddenly becoming stronger was simply exhilarating!
I couldn't resist swinging my fists a few times, feeling the air whistle beneath them.
I even thought about trying to lift that car to see if I could...
Just as I was lost in the ecstasy of newfound power, preparing to challenge the laws of physics—
"Roar!"
"Hiss!"
Suddenly, a series of high-pitched, piercing roars echoed from all directions!
My body tensed instantly, the earlier exhilaration replaced by a chilling alertness.
I looked up and saw more zombies emerging from several entrances in the hall and from the breached walls.
These zombies appeared to be different from the ordinary ones I had encountered earlier.
Their bodies were bulkier, their skin a sickly gray-green. Some had abnormally thick arms, while others moved with astonishing speed, their eyes gleaming with a bloodthirsty red light.
What was worse, their gazes seemed to be fixated on me!
The roars they emitted carried a distinct sense of agitation and... desire?
It was as if they had caught a whiff of some special scent emanating from me, perhaps the "mark" left behind after devouring other zombies!
Had I become a walking buffet for the undead?!
A chill ran down my spine, and the thought of lifting a car vanished in an instant.
Gaining power felt great, but facing a horde of stronger zombies...
They were starting to move!
A horde of zombies charged at me, moving much faster than the ordinary ones I had encountered earlier!
There were at least a dozen of them!
In an instant, I made a judgment.
I couldn't fight them! At least not now!
I turned and ran, sprinting towards the nearest exit!
The boost in my strength and speed came into play at that moment; my movements were incredibly swift, and in the blink of an eye, I burst out of the hall.
Behind me were the deafening roars of the zombies and the sound of their relentless pursuit, as if the grim reaper of the apocalypse was closing in on me!
I felt like a piece of fresh meat that had fallen into a pack of wolves, and not just any meat, but one that exuded an enticing aroma!
I had to escape! I must escape!
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