".... Gurreee.... "
Rushing through the broken cars, buses, trucks, and other damaged vehicles on the bridge, Bittu arrived before a zombie. The moment he did, he saw a notification briefly flash before his eyes when he kicked the zombie right in its chest.
[You have used an undistributed stat. Your strength increases; strength: G -> F ]
"... I.... Will.... Fin–find... Out.... who I am.... "
"... So.... You... All... Must... DIE... "
*slam*
*crash*
The kick landed right on the zombie's chest, directly breaking it since now his strength has reached that of a professional gym guy. Bittu, not giving it another glance, had already gone ahead at the next zombie and punched it right in its face using this momentum.
'... Kill.... '
His punch had enough strength to cave and crack the head of the zombie while also making it fall. Bittu then turned to his right and once again kicked the zombie in its knee with force, enough to break it and make it fall.
"... Gurrrr... Ggguuuuu.... Guurrrrr.."
He then ignored them in their condition, thinking that they were dead. Why? Because he was not in his right mind.
*crack*
"... Die.... "
He jumped across the car, kicking one of the zombie on the other side, right in its skull, almost breaking it and used the inertia to slam the other two zombies down.
*Pritch*
Both the zombies' heads were pritched by the broken steel from the cars, the first time the zombies truly died in the battle.
[You have killed a normal zombie. ]
[You have killed a normal zombie. ]
Bittu didn't even see the notifications as if they don't exist and picked up an axe fallen on the ground, probably from one of the bus nearby. These axes were small, portable, but deadly.
Now that he had a weapon, Bittu's frenzy sped up as he attacked all the zombies that came near him right at their neck because that was where his hand reached in a swift strike because of his height.
*splash*
".. Gurrueuuu... "
*pritch*
"... Gurrrr... "
*bam*
*crash*
As Bittu killed all the zombies near him. He once again jumped at one of the broken car, then next on the damaged ambulance, right after that on a bus.
"... Kill.... Die.... Fu*kers.... "
He without hesitation, jumped from the top of the bus on the zombies down below as he slashed at the neck of all five zombies.
"... Guurrrrrrrrrrrr.... "
*splash*
But he was a little slow. One of them dodged as it moved forward towards him.
Bittu once again looked at the zombies with his wide eyes filled with fury as he threw the axe right at the center of the zombie's head, cleaving it in two as blood flowed out of it, splashing right on the left side of his face.
[You have killed a normal zombie. ]
[You have killed a normal zombie. ]
....
[You have absorbed soul power till your limit. You gain an undistributed stat. ]
[Soul power is now unlocked. You can now see the amount of soul power needed to gain an undistributed stat. ]
[soul power: 10/10] -> [Soul power : 0/25]
Bittu's mind only recognized and understood the notification about the undistributed stat. This was because of his condition, since he wanted to find the truth and, what could be a better way to do so than be stronger and find out himself? So, the only thing that attracts his attention were things that will or could help him be stronger and the one he needed to kill.
He immediately assigned the stat.
[You have used an undistributed stat. Your agility increases; Agility : G -> F ]
This time, he increased his speed. Why? because he felt, himself not killing them fast enough, and he wanted to speed up to know the truth and to calm his newfound hatred for this race.
Far away, the people who were initially in panic and fear because of these horrifying and ugly creatures were shocked to see someone fighting against these creatures.
Even after they choose a class, their habits, mindset, and fragile hearts in stopped them from utilizing those powers. All they could do was run.... run in the face of danger and look for safety.
Though shocked, they appeared relieved to see someone holding them back. They shouted to cheer for their hero.
"... Thank you... "
".. Hero... "
"... God protected us.... "
But, they immediately became quiet when two zombies that were going towards Bittu glanced in their direction, attracted by the noise.
The sight of the zombies rotting and bloodied eyes; fear and horror, shut these people up. But they stayed there to look at the man who was brave enough to fight against these unsightly corpses. Since if he won, they would get a backer, a powerful one.
"... Gurrrr.... "
"... Gurrr.... Gurrr..... "
Bittu, not knowing that people were watching him, continued to kill these zombies. With his increased speed, his efficiency in the massacre had increased.
"... Die.... Die!.... DIE!!..... "
He arrived before a zombie with a speed that was capable enough to compare with professional athletes.
He then slammed the side of the small axe on the right side of the zombie's brain, caving it.
".... Why would you come now?.... "
"... Right when I found a slight hope..... ", he said in sadness.
He then did a back flip, kicking the zombie at his back. While doing so, he also noticed a small knife towards his right. Stepping towards his right, he immediately picked up the knife.
With small but sharp weapons in both his hands, his efficiency in taking the lives of these corpses increased once again.
"... Die..... Bastards.... "
He jumped and arrived before two zombies coming his way. He used the knife to cut right through the left side of the zombie's neck. Releasing his grip on it, he turned around and used the axe to cleave the head of the zombie.
"... I will wipe you out... "
"... From This City!!!.... "
*Boom*
A sudden blast came from some distance away. Bittu was startled because of the unexpected sound but, he didn't look at what caused the blast because in his sight, just like his mind, were only undead zombies. He wouldn't spare others a glance.
*slam*
*creak*
*bang*
*Splash*
Bittu continued to kill those zombies, when suddenly he felt an unknown sensation. He didn't understand what it was, but it made his heart grow cold. His body involuntarily shuddered because of this feeling.
His knife that he had just pritched the neck of one of the zombie, trembled.
[You have killed a normal zombie. ]
[You have killed a normal zombie. ]
[You have killed a normal zombie. ]
....
*crack*
*boom*
He turned around slowly as he felt his heart race faster, only to see an unknown creature before him.
As the evening light wanes, the wreckage of shattered vehicles sprawls across the scene, casting long shadows. Amidst the haunting noise of the zombies, a menacing growl pierces the air, heralding the approach of a zombie dog.
Bittu stands amidst the broken and battered vehicles, feeling the weight of the impending threat. The monstrous canine, with its decaying fur bristling, emerged from the shadows, the setting sun illuminating the eerie scene.
The chilling atmosphere intensified as Bittu, surrounded by the remnants of a once-busy bridge road, braced for the encounter with the formidable undead creature and the wandering zombies.
"... Wha–... "
"... How could it be??... "
".. Oh God.... "
".... Run..... Get–.... Get away.... "
The people at the distance hiding behind a bus looked at the approaching calamity with unconcealed fear. They had never seen such a creature before.
"... Ahh.... Run.... "
".. Hep me.... "
".... Waaahhhhh..... "
".... Hero, please restrain it..... "
"... Yes,..... Let us escape..... "
Bittu ignored all these cries as he focused solely on the zombie ahead of him.
He finally knew what that feeling was. That weird sensation was the sensation of a death threat. His eyes that were filled with fury became cautious but, in the next second a greater wrath burned in his eyes.
"... How could I?? "
"... How could I!! "
"... Aaaahhhahhahhhbh.... ", he let out a rage filled cry at his caution.
"... Why would I be afraid of a walking dead? "
"....You motherru*ker.... I will definitely kill you....."
His face twitching with anger and veins popping out because of the intense glare, Bittu raced towards the zombie while instantly killing the zombies that appeared in his way.
He thrust the knife and the axe right in their neck or their eyes. Even if they didn't die, he wouldn't spare them another glance as his eyes were glaring at the creature in front of him, which felt like it was looking at him with amusing eyes.
It just stayed above a broken bus, looking straight at him with its blood-red eyes and a face full of wounds and blood.
Bittu, bathed in the blood of these zombies, should have turned into a zombie when the blood touched him, but that was not the case. This was because the skin was acting as a shield to protect him from turning into one, but if even a scratch appears on him now that he bathed in blood, he would be dead; undead; a zombie.
While killing his way towards the creature, Bittu also saw that several ugly as well as disgusting zombie dogs and cats were coming his way, running faster that the zombies were, almost at his level of speed.
[You killed a normal zombie. ]
[You killed a normal zombie. ]
[You killed a normal zombie. ]
....
After cleaving the head of a zombie before him, Bittu thrust his sharp knife into the head of a zombie dog that had jumped at him.
[You killed a Lv.1 zombie dog. ]
Bittu didn't have time to see the notification as two dogs jumped at him in the next moment.
He took the knife out of the dead dog and took a spin, cutting through the neck of both the dogs. Even though the dogs died, a frown appeared on his face.
The sturdy bones of these animals brought this frown. Just now, he had a slightly difficult time slashing through the neck of these dogs.
Even though he has gone mad, his special trait was still there, his trait; cold was being used in this condition to let Bittu navigate through the battlefield safely, even when he appeared to kill here and there without thinking.
This was also why he felt his heart race before, since his trait was in play to control the extent of his madness.
In the same way, a frown appeared on his face involuntarily or else he would not care at all and just kill his way through without a care and die being overwhelmed.
Bittu killed another three animals when he heard a notification.