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The faint blue glow was strikingly visible against the pitch-black night. Zheng Yifan tried to shield the light with his body as he approached a cave that could barely accommodate two people.
This was the dwelling place of the Lookouts; otherwise, spending a night in the Basket would likely leave him with a splitting headache by morning.
The two-meter-high cave was now enveloped in Blue Light, the entire luminous portal filling the space. The surrounding mountains seemed to constrain the shape of the light, transforming it into an irregular square.
Nevertheless, the portal continued to generate light. After ten minutes, neither more nor less, the glow became increasingly solid and profound, casting a deeper blue hue. Inside that simple bedroom, chaos reigned.
On the ground lay various food items: instant noodles, canned goods, compressed biscuits, and sausages. Nearby, on a newly acquired Treasure Pavilion, were an array of Crossbows, Swords, and Daggers. There were three full boxes of crossbow bolts and two boxes of arrows stacked neatly on the floor.
These were all modern high-tech products, including both Compound Bows and Recurve Bows.
The Recurve Bows were custom-made, with the lowest being a Three Stone Bow, paired with specially crafted Armor-Piercing Arrows that boasted tremendous power.
Unfortunately, Zheng Yifan couldn't handle these weapons at all; he merely played around with the Compound Bow for target practice.
“Roar!” The sounds of Zombies grew increasingly dense as they howled from the cliffs. They caught a whiff of Zheng Yifan's scent in the air but did not leap down or attempt to climb due to the cliff's steepness.
The massive tail of a Third-Stage Zombie severely limited their climbing ability, while Second-Level Zombies dared not ascend without orders from their Third-Stage counterpart.
With their underdeveloped brains, Third-Stage Zombies lacked the understanding of how to pursue Zheng Yifan and remained in a stalemate.
If that Third-Stage Zombie Zheng Yifan had taken down were still alive, it would have commanded the Second-Level Zombies to hunt him down.
Since it had devolved its tail into a less combat-oriented form, it had evolved into a half-combat, half-intelligent type of Zombie.
Regrettably, before it could complete its evolution, Zheng Yifan had ended its wretched life.
With a crackle, he stepped through the light portal as if electricity coursed through him.
The power of over 9,000 Zombie Crystal s had been stored, but Zheng Yifan's body could not fully accept all that energy, causing it to overflow naturally.
Now, he could use less than one-tenth of it.
"Time-Space Travel Detection: The host carries 14,584 Level 1 Y Virus Crystals and has enhanced power by 915 Zombie Crystal s. Upgrading the Time-Space Barrier Rune requires 685 Level 1 Y Virus Crystals. Do you wish to upgrade? Upgrading will grant you a Level 1 Dimensional Storage Space with dimensions in meters and activate Second-Stage Barrier Protection."
"Confirm upgrade!" The familiar voice prompted Zheng Yifan, who decisively chose to upgrade. He turned back; the biting cold wind still carried the roars of Zombies. However, the sounds gradually weakened as the Zombies dispersed.
Once Zheng Yifan stepped through the light gate, he had already left the Apocalyptic World, and the Zombies could no longer find him. The light gate shattered like a dream, bursting with a sharp "pop!"
A familiar sensation washed over him—the feeling of his chest tattoo changing. It was tingling and itchy, yet much more comfortable than last time. Waves of energy coursed through his body.
The power of the Zombie Crystal s surged like a tidal wave. The fat on his body flowed like water, and dark liquid seeped from his sweat pores—hidden ailments, scars, birthmarks, moles… all abnormal appearances and internal manifestations gradually disappeared, leaving his skin smooth enough to evoke envy in women.
His body’s genes evolved toward perfection once again. Humanity's aesthetic is a pursuit of perfection; anything perfect is beautiful to the senses.
Thus, Zheng Yifan began to exude an increasingly refined aura, yet his slightly bulging muscles conveyed a sense of strength and beauty.
Tearing open his collar revealed that the tattoo was becoming clearer, slowly transforming into a three-dimensional image. The two pillars appeared increasingly real, with fine lines outlining them; however, the specific strokes were elusive and quickly faded from memory.
"Upgrade successful. Storage Space upgraded successfully. Second-Stage Barrier Protection is now in directional selection mode. Please choose."
This time after the upgrade, there was a directional choice rather than an immediate selection like during the first upgrade.
Zheng Yifan felt at ease. The first random selection had enhanced his physical strength and potential.
But this second choice would likely determine the direction of his future.
The following extensive list of thousands of items proved that Zheng Yifan's thoughts were not wrong.
“Melee Weapon Superpower, Close Combat Superpower, Mechanical Power Super Ability, Long Weapon Superpower, Technology Development Superpower, Light Industry Manufacturing Superpower, Biological Evolution Superpower, Close-Quarters Gunfight Superpower Evolution, Assault Trooper Super Evolution, Sniper Super Evolution, Natural Ability Superpower, Mindstorm Superpower…” The detailed list included even the evolution in the culinary direction.
Zheng Yifan truly wanted to ask about this bizarre evolutionary ability—could a chef really fight? Would they wield a kitchen knife to slice their enemies? Or carve a dragon boat to smash their foes?
Let’s be realistic; that kind of ability might only allow someone to run a grand restaurant in the real world. In the apocalypse, they would just end up working under someone else.
“I choose Long Weapon Superpower.” In the apocalypse, long weapons were the most useful and also the safest choice for Zheng Yifan. Moreover, it even had the suffix of “Superpower.” If he chose Biological Evolution, who knew if he would turn into a Zombie at any moment?
“Random long weapon, start!”
Buzz!
It felt as if the ground was beginning to collapse, and only a long rainbow flashed before Zheng Yifan's eyes.
Flashing before him were one figure after another; none were familiar to Zheng Yifan. However, the sight of those figures wielding various long weapons made his heart race.
He distinctly saw a giant over two meters tall wielding a Wolf Tooth Club, smashing it down onto a mountain peak.
With a loud “boom!” the mountain peak was struck with a massive hole over two meters high and four or five meters wide, with a depth of seven or eight meters.
Among these people were some who looked so old they could barely walk. They staggered along, yet their long guns were incredibly precise.
One elderly man appeared as if he was nearing his last moments; however, the long gun in his hands sparkled like distant stars. With a shake of his right hand, he thrust the long gun into the air with remarkable accuracy.
When he lowered his hand, a piece of white paper slowly floated down in front of him. The tiny holes in the paper were almost identical to those of stars in position—there was hardly any difference at all.
Zheng Yifan knew deep down that he had made the right choice. This was definitely not something that could be compared to the countless performances of ordinary people in modern times. The old man's Shooting Skill was such that dozens of people couldn't even get close.
As the saying goes, youth fears the strong, and the staff fears the old wolf; this Shooting Skill was no exception.
With longing in his heart, Zheng Yifan silently watched ahead, waiting for the power he was about to gain.
One Step Hall, a step into hell.
If he could acquire powerful abilities comparable to a Third-Stage Zombie, then all problems would be easily solved. However, if the power he gained did not significantly enhance his abilities, he would have to struggle anew in this apocalyptic world.
The small foundation he had built would also be at risk.
The seventy people who had followed him were the only ones he could trust to some extent; losing even one of them would cause him great pain.
Of course, if it weren't for the fact that he could return to the modern world at any time, he wouldn't have given them even this much trust. Instead, he would have tightly held onto all the power for himself.
With Ruiguan under his control, his future safety would be fundamentally guaranteed. As long as he could develop and strengthen his foundation further and establish a good management and reward-punishment system, he could shift his focus back to the real world.
Lost in thought, the scene slowly solidified as his new power approached.
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