After spending some time, Sylas returned to his home and stored everything he needed into the dimensional space.
With the dimensional space at his disposal, he could conveniently take anything he wanted. He packed his computer, phone, power bank, clothes, shoes, socks, and even underwear.
Once everything was packed, Sylas took one last look at his home and turned to leave.
From that moment on, he would embark on a new chapter in his life.
Taking the elevator, Sylas reached the lobby on the first floor.
The lobby was still crowded with zombies, filled to the brim.
When Sylas arrived, he once again attracted the zombies' attention.
Fortunately, the zombie aura he possessed prevented the zombies from attacking him.
Otherwise, the moment the elevator doors opened would have been his doom.
Once the zombies dispersed, Sylas slowly walked out.
The neighborhood had supplies, as every household must have stored food.
However, entering houses to gather supplies was too troublesome.
Moreover, Sylas had to be wary of survivors hiding inside the houses.
For Sylas, this was not a worthwhile approach.
Therefore, his target was a convenience store outside the neighborhood.
There was a convenience store right at the entrance of the community.
Though small, the store had a good amount of supplies.
Sylas decided to check it out.
Strolling leisurely through the neighborhood, Sylas saw zombies scattered everywhere.
These zombies, when not hearing any noise, wandered aimlessly.
Once they heard a sound, they would quickly move toward the source.
Zombies ran slower than normal humans.
However, humans would tire, but zombies wouldn't.
Moreover, the sheer number of zombies was overwhelming. Once surrounded by zombies, survival was nearly impossible.
Sylas glanced at the zombies around him and felt a chill run down his spine.
There were too many zombies.
Except for himself, no one could move around the neighborhood.
Anyone who appeared in the neighborhood would be attacked by zombies.
"Help! Someone save me!" A woman on a balcony across the street cried out for help.
Sylas looked up and saw zombies climbing onto the balcony through the window.
No wonder the woman was screaming for help.
But at that moment, who could save her?
Besides self-rescue, no one could help her.
Sylas was powerless.
He watched as the woman was bitten by zombies and eventually jumped off the balcony.
Perhaps jumping was the best outcome for her.
Many hidden survivors witnessed this scene.
They became even more terrified and stayed hidden, not daring to move.
Sylas averted his gaze and continued walking slowly, mimicking a zombie's leisurely pace.
No one noticed Sylas's unusual behavior.
He walked slowly to the neighborhood entrance and then to the convenience store.
The store's door was locked.
This sight made Sylas frown.
He looked around and saw no one.
Suddenly, a fire axe appeared in Sylas's hand, and he swung it at the door.
The store had a glass door, and one swing of the axe shattered it.
The fire axe was a weapon Sylas had picked up in the neighborhood.
After breaking the door, Sylas entered the convenience store.
The store had plenty of supplies.
Sylas wasn't picky; he stored everything useful in the dimensional space.
Food, drinks, snacks—everything went in.
Even small raincoats were packed away.
Sylas found many valuable items.
In the convenience store, there were also a few bags of flour. It was unclear whether they were for sale or for the store owner's personal use.
Now they all belonged to Sylas.
Suddenly, there was a thud.
Sylas felt a heavy blow to his head.
"Fuck!"
Sylas realized he had been careless and had been ambushed.
Zombies wouldn't attack him, so it had to be a living person who ambushed him.
His head hurt and felt heavy.
Without turning around, Sylas gripped the fire axe, bent down, and swung it behind him.
A scream echoed from behind.
Sylas took three steps forward to create some distance before turning to look.
He saw that his attacker was a man in his thirties, a fat guy.
Sylas didn't recognize him; he wasn't the store owner.
Sylas knew the convenience store owner.
His axe had struck the man's stomach deeply, and blood was already flowing out.
If the man hadn't been holding his stomach with both hands, his intestines might have spilled out.
Sylas noticed the broken beer bottle on the ground.
The man had used the bottle to hit Sylas's head.
It nearly killed him.
He had almost been taken down by a sneak attack.
"Don't kill me, take whatever you want," the fat man said, clutching his wound with a terrified expression.
"You saw what happened earlier," Sylas asked calmly.
"No, I didn't see anything," the fat man shook his head quickly.
"You saw everything, and you tried to kill me," Sylas said seriously.
Sylas was referring to the fact that the man had seen him use the dimensional space.
Items in the convenience store would disappear as soon as they got close to Sylas, actually being stored in the dimensional space.
"Please, spare me this time. I can be your subordinate, I'm very obedient and useful," the fat man pleaded.
He knew Sylas intended to kill him, but he didn't want to die.