[Congratulations on killing a zombie! You levelled up!]
[You are now level 2! Your stats increased, and your health points increased!]
There were no quests that told me to kill these zombies. And yet, on the spur of my emotions, I lashed out my anger at the undead beside me. Well, after seeing such a gnarled sight of a family's corpse, I blamed the nearest zombie in front of my eyes.
It seemed to me that the system granted my body some powers, like from the games I played. This system deemed me as a playable character that levelled up every time I killed a zombie. I did not know if that would limit me from killing other species, but I did not want to find that out.
"Hey, system!" I called out the window at my fore, with my fist shadow boxing the box. "You think this is a game for you, you piece of shit!?! Do you know how many lives you've killed because of this zombie apocalypse?"
My hands trembled when I came face to face with the system. I did not know who I would blame at this point. So I pointed my fingers at everyone and everything in my surroundings.
[But I didn't cause this apocalypse. I am just here to grant you your power and serve as a guide. Nothing more, nothing less.] The box shifted, changing the words inside the screen.
My eyes widened in surprise when the system answered my question. It was as if this box knew what I was thinking inside my head. That event also happened before. But now, it affected my head dearly, which would scar my mind every time I would see this box again.
"Then who sent this virus and infected the world? Suddenly, the world became a living den of zombies! That fucking event happened within a few seconds and spread like a forest fire when I woke up," I thought, while gritting my teeth.
It took the world a few hours to infect most humans on Earth. Other survivors must be hiding inside their shelters, which was why I couldn't see anyone around these places.
There was one guy out here who luckily survived the zombie horde. But I doubted there would be anyone out there who would stupidly yell their positions. Some of these doors could be a survivor hiding from the undead, blocking their doors with cabinets.
I did not have the spare time to save all of them from these zombies. And even if I considered that thought, I would gain nothing out of it. I needed to protect myself from this apocalypse too, since nobody would.
My parents would have already died right now, considering the weight of our situation. Now that I mentioned it, I didn't have the time to mourn for their deaths. And since I did not see their bodies or had no conversation with them, their deaths did not affect me…. Well, slightly.
"I need to move forward," I mumbled to myself, and continued on the creaked road.
It took a single phrase to push myself forward and meet the undead road. Those zombies kept lingering around the corner, banging their heads against cars. I could tell from afar that they needed some undead therapy from the depths of hell.
But it won't be long until I would share the same expression as these zombies did as they wandered around the streets.
However, I went a little sidetrack before heading onwards. Since I fought the ugly bastard from before, there was no telling that I would never meet something like that soon. I needed to prepare myself when that time comes which would help me survive this cataclysm.
"Do I have to kill zombies to level up?" I asked myself, while gazing at the undead creatures in front of me. "Going by that logic and my gaming senses, grinding zombies would earn me experience points. And if I gain experience points, I will level up. And if I level up…."
I would earn some skills that I could use against stronger enemies in the future.
I tried brushing the family's corpse from my mind and focused on the sight before me. All I had to do was eliminate these flesh-eating creatures before me to earn some juicy experience points.
Since these zombies were already beyond help, I could describe them as non-human beings. These undead creatures would devour living organisms to sustain their health. And when they filled their stomachs devoid of anything, these zombies would infect other humans.
Based on my observation, dead humans had a slim chance of becoming the living dead. The family's corpses I met earlier did not turn into zombies, despite their flesh still intact with each other. Their bodies just continued decaying on their beds until the parasites could finally eat their hosts. And when those tiny organisms finished their meals, those carcasses would never morph into zombies.
That logic also followed the corpses I met along the road. However, I still knew little about these infected people. Since I woke up just a few hours after the zombie apocalypse, there was a myriad of things I did not know, including my powers.
I did not waste my time any longer and went to three loitering zombies. There were still zombies out there walking around the road, eyeing this trio and me. I will return to them as soon as I enjoy killing these zombies, since I planned on taking them all out.
"It'll probably be a waste of bullets if I shoot you... And using my gun would also probably attract these zombies…." I contemplated, while thinking of a plan to do about these undead creatures.
These zombies would flock to the sound's origin like idiots. They would also attack someone if these zombies felt threatened about themselves or their food, even in the same species. I had to keep in mind that I cannot die and cannot feel pain. My body was like a nerd who did nothing but play games inside his room, with my right arm the only body part exercising.
"So, I need a weapon!"
I inserted my Glock 22 inside my pockets and did a staring contest at the three zombies. Before anything else, I rushed towards the side and grabbed myself some fallen debris, with nails lying on the ground. The materials I had in my hands were wood and some spare nails. I placed all my bets on this plank, hoping it could bash the hell out of these zombies.
It took me a few minutes before assembling my hand-crafted weapon. I used my feet to pound the nails onto the wooden plank. All it took were a few jumping jacks to press those babies down to the other side.
Thanks to my regenerative ability, my lower limbs did not feel pain and healed the holes I created. It was a miracle when that happened before my eyes, when my skin attached itself and healed. Within a few seconds, my feet returned to normal. It had no dents or wounds left from the procedure.
After some tries, I finally had myself a bat covered in nails as my sharp edge. Fortunately, the wooden plank held its ground even if I abruptly added some force to my swings. And when I accidentally slammed my weapon against a car, the wooden plank got destroyed. It was as if the automobile was made of paper.
[Congratulations! You can now equip your weapon!] my system announced.
[All the weapons you wield would have increased power depending on your level. If your level is higher, your weapon would deal more damage. If you are still low-levelled, your weapon would deal less damage (or the original damage). Some weapons would not apply to you, such as bows, staves, nunchucks, and others. Those weapons that you cannot use will not receive any benefits from your passive skill. But if you mastered the armament, those arsenals would benefit from your level. (Note: Guns and other hand-held weapons you could easily control would still be effective. Since you don't need to master these weapons, the system did not consider them as complex weapons.)]
{Author's note: I know you need to have a license when wielding a gun. And you need a lot of practice to aim it since there are recoils and such. But, in my defence, Kawai played a lot of games. There's this news that a guy learned how to wield a gun while playing those games, right? I applied that logic in this novel)
"Why are you giving me these overpowered talents?" I asked, and slammed the weapon against the car once more.
The system's direction was no joke! My weapon really destroyed half the car's parts within seconds! Well, I put all my effort into doing that swing. And since I levelled up, my power might have increased.
"Oh, yeah! I am strong as a fucking wrestler!" I shouted.
I got a little too cocky and glared at the half-destroyed car. I placed my bat on the ground and cracked my knuckles while approaching the vehicle. But when I tried punching the goddamn automobile, my hand got blasted like a mirror.