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The teams merged together, and the efficiency of the regular squad contrasted sharply with that of the ragtag group. The Raging Dragon Exploration Team, after all, consisted of individuals who had not undergone military training. When it came to setting up tents, arranging formations, and executing strategies, they fell far short compared to the trained professionals. Zheng Yifan's team moved swiftly; their vehicles formed a defensive line on the perimeter, fully equipped with weapons. A dozen missile launchers were already mounted on the rooftops of their cars, designed for semi-mobile deployment. The weight and base remained anchored to the ground, and their formidable offensive capability meant that a single missile could take down a Fourth-Stage Zombie.
Of course, such firepower came at a steep price.
Zheng Yifan lay quietly in his luxury vehicle, not needing to step outside to rest in a tent; his car was his home, a lavish apartment on wheels. It had everything one would expect inside, though it felt a bit cramped. He lounged lazily on the bed, silently observing the members of the Raging Dragon Exploration Team through the surveillance monitor.
They were a bunch of laid-back fellows, gathered in small groups playing poker.
Zheng Yifan enjoyed that game too, but seeing their betting chips made him chuckle. They were wagering with currency from the Hope Gathering Place, but their stakes were meager—just a dime or two at most. A single dollar was the cap; it seemed there wasn't much to win or lose.
A moment's thought clarified things for him. They weren't like those desperate fellows; they still had clarity and hope. Their money was a precious resource meant for buying survival—psychic weapons, supplies, and other necessities for superpowered individuals.
Each of those items required substantial funding.
There was no way they could afford to gamble recklessly.
After pondering for a while, Zheng Yifan understood.
In the dead of night, zombies typically did not move about, yet the gravel on the ground seemed to dance like chaff in the wind. The stones that shot up struck his face painfully.
Suddenly jolted awake, Zheng Yifan noticed that most of the superpowered individuals had risen. Only those laziest among them remained groggy, trying to recall what had just happened.
But within a second at most, they all sprang into action.
A problem had arisen! A big problem. The entire Gathering Place was thrown into chaos. There were curses being shouted, noise everywhere, and countless voices clamoring.
A multitude of people rushed outside in search of a target. If it was a strong opponent, they would fight to the death; if it was an ordinary person, they would simply eliminate them—whether human, Zombie, or something else entirely.
Zheng Yifan had already leaped onto the roof of a car in a flash, gazing at the monstrous figure in the distance, feeling a wave of fear wash over him!
He had never imagined such a thing could exist.
Was it a Zombie? Perhaps not. It could be some kind of beast, but this beast was terrifying. If he had to identify it, he would say it resembled an enormous worm—like the brown ones used for fishing or feeding chickens in the Post-Apocalypse. Now, magnified ten thousand times or more, it became horrifying. Its massive body towered four or five stories high. The ground beneath it was crushed to bits, and a wet liquid continuously dripped from its body, creating corrosive holes in the earth below.
Disgusting—truly disgusting. Its appearance made his stomach churn, and the stench in the air served as their guiding light.
Worms have no eyes. They can only sense light to some extent, but in the pitch-black wilderness, with only the moonlight shining down—not very bright at all—they relied solely on their sense of smell and touch. Touch! No one was near him; all that remained was his sense of smell.
As long as it stayed over a hundred meters away and didn’t come in his direction, everything would be fine.
Zheng Yifan held his breath, not daring to make a sound. A Fifth-Level Esper? In front of this monster, he felt utterly insignificant. To deal with such a creature, he estimated he would need to reach at least Sixth or Seventh Level to have any chance of success. Right now? There was no point in thinking about it; he might as well wash up and go to sleep!
The only option against this Fellow was to hide quietly and wait for it to leave.
There was nothing they could do; they were simply unlucky to encounter such a lost worm—an extraordinarily powerful one at that. A creature of this size would hardly ever face formidable beasts within a hundred-mile radius; all those would be its competitors for territory.
Despite being just a worm, once life forms undergo transformation, everything changes—intelligence, strength, and even sense of smell.
What had once been an already heightened sense of smell surged even further as it sniffed the air above and turned around.
Fortunately, it was already evening, and dinner had long been finished. Zheng Yifan and the warriors of the Raging Dragon Exploration Team did not waste much time together; they only had some simple food, mostly what was available in the Apocalyptic World.
After all, it wasn't expired, so they made do with it. The warriors from the Raging Dragon Exploration Team didn't even have these items; their meal consisted mostly of dry flatbreads with a bit of pickled vegetables, which was barely enough to fill their stomachs. The treatment that Zheng Yifan's team received was unique.
"Hold it in, no one is allowed to fart!" This was the most common sentiment among everyone at the moment.
Unlike them, Zheng Yifan enjoyed a meal brought from the real world: French Cuisine, including Escargot, Red Wine Steak, and a Cheese Baked Lobster. This was just his dinner; for dessert, he had a cake called Crimson Love, which was incredibly sweet. Finally, he sipped on a cup of rich coffee—an unimaginable delight. However, this blissful moment was ruined by that damned earthworm. What was hardest to accept was that five hours had passed, and the aroma still lingered; he could still smell that pesky earthworm.
"Come on! It can't be that bad!" Zheng Yifan shook his head helplessly. For those eating flatbreads, it didn’t matter; their taste was so bland that it had long faded away. But Zheng Yifan reeked of wine and a feast—no wonder that earthworm was attracted to him.
Zheng Yifan quietly slipped away from the crowd and moved off into the distance.
Li Ning received instructions to lead everyone in setting up camp; Zheng Yifan would return before dawn.
A few shooting stars streaked across the sky, shining brightly. The Silver Spear in Zheng Yifan's hand emitted a starlight-like glow, guiding him toward the Giant Earthworm.
Zheng Yifan's target was the Factory Area. You like to eat? Then I’ll treat you to a Zombie feast. With this earthworm around, those Zombies would surely suffer heavy losses. As for any damage to equipment, Zheng Yifan no longer worried about it; his Storage Space contained a large amount of fresh blood that could attract countless Zombies.
The scent of blood was the best way to attract Zombies; they would definitely come. For food, Zombies would do anything—that instinct was deeply ingrained in their genes. (To be continued...)
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