"Am I using telekinesis incorrectly?" Sylas wondered, stopping his flight and placing himself on the ground.
He began to run on his own, still using telekinesis to assist himself. The primary force of movement was from Sylas himself, with telekinesis serving only as a support. This method proved very effective, saving energy and significantly increasing his speed. However, the old problem persisted: using telekinesis to accelerate himself was not as effective.
After multiple attempts, Sylas suddenly realized that the simplest method was the most effective. He found an iron plate and stood on it, then used telekinesis to lift the plate into the air. This turned out to be the best method.
In this state, the telekinesis acted on the iron plate rather than directly on Sylas, resulting in the fastest speed. Sylas couldn't understand the principle behind it, but this approach allowed him to fly the fastest. Compared to using telekinesis to fly directly, this method of flying on the iron plate was several times faster.
Having found the correct flying method, everything else became simple. Sylas stepped on the metal plate and flew back to the villa. This mode of entry was much more enjoyable than riding a motorcycle.
When he returned to the villa, the women were already asleep. Since it was quite late, there was nothing Sylas could do about it, and he wasn't one to cause unnecessary trouble. After taking a bath, Sylas returned to his room. As soon as he entered, he sensed something unusual—there was someone in his bed.
Sylas walked over quietly and saw the woman in bed was Hayden. She was sleeping soundly, but Sylas couldn't hold back anymore. With a sly smile, he leaned in and kissed her.
That night, Sylas had a wonderful time. The next morning, as was his habit, he checked the system tasks. Without fail, the daily tasks had refreshed.
Today's task was: "Rescue one hundred survivors, reward: super hearing." The task was different today; instead of killing zombies, he needed to rescue people. Sylas didn't mind. As long as the reward was satisfying, he was willing to do anything.
Rescuing one hundred people was no challenge for Sylas now. He nudged Hayden beside him to wake her up. Still very sleepy, Hayden mumbled, "Darling, I'm so tired. Let me sleep a little longer."
Sylas chuckled and kissed her on the cheek, saying, "Alright, you can keep sleeping." Since Hayden wanted to sleep, she could continue. After all, he didn't need Hayden or the others for this task. Sylas had never relied on women for fighting. He could only rely on himself.
Soon, the women in the villa all woke up one by one. Except for Hayden, who was sleeping in, the others were already up. Together, they prepared breakfast. The breakfast was quite substantial, and everyone ate with great enjoyment. In times like these, having a hearty breakfast was a rare treat.
Wendy sipped her porridge, feeling very satisfied with their current life.
Even if it meant sacrificing her body, she was willing. After all, here she could fill her stomach. And just as Clarissa had mentioned before, their team consisted only of women, with Sylas being the only man. If they had to offer themselves, it would only be to Sylas. Wendy could completely accept this.
"Where's Hayden? Is she alright?" Clarissa asked, noticing Hayden's absence.
Sylas laughed and said, "That girl is weak and playful. She's still sleeping. You can check on her later."
"Yes, I'll go see her," Clarissa replied.
"Next time, bring more. Just one isn't enough," Sylas said frankly.
He wasn't joking; one really wasn't enough. Clarissa blushed but nodded slightly.
"Are you sure? I'm afraid you won't be able to handle it," Lillian said with a teasing smile.
"Then tonight, it's just you," Sylas responded with a light laugh.
Hearing this, Lillian's face turned into a frown as she quickly said, "I don't dare, Master. Please spare me."
The women all laughed at Lillian's reaction.
"Alright, I'm full. You all have fun. I'm heading out to take care of some tasks," Sylas said, wiping his mouth and kissing Lillian.
Then he kissed Clarissa, followed by Sydney, and finally Wendy. Although Sydney and Wendy were not yet his women, Sylas didn't treat them any differently and gave each of them a kiss. They blushed a little but didn't resist. After all, the good living conditions they enjoyed were all thanks to Sylas, and they couldn't refuse such a small request.
Sylas left the villa and called Tilda over.
Tilda managed all the affairs of their current residence. Sylas called her over to ensure she was ready to handle the arrival of a group of survivors.
Hearing this order, Tilda was quite pleased and quickly agreed.
After Tilda agreed, Sylas left the community. Without any hesitation, he stepped on an iron plate and flew away, openly displaying his abilities. The strongest zombies around were only Level 1 mutated zombies, while Sylas had already reached Level 2. Therefore, he wasn't afraid to reveal some of his powers. In fact, showing his abilities appropriately had its benefits.
Many survivors in the community were astonished to see Sylas flying away. Sylas, however, was on the lookout for a more suitable means of transportation. The iron plate he used was a temporary solution found last night and wasn't ideal. He wanted something better.
As luck would have it, Sylas soon spotted something perfect: a silver skateboard displayed in the window of a clothing store. It immediately caught his eye.
He landed, broke the window, and used telekinesis to retrieve the skateboard. Made of aluminum alloy and coated with silver paint, it was the perfect size, lightweight, and easy to control.
Sylas stepped onto the skateboard and lifted it with telekinesis. The skateboard hovered immediately. Under Sylas's control, it quickly ascended higher and higher. However, the higher it went, the more telekinetic power it consumed, and the greater the pressure became. At around 200 meters, Sylas felt an immense increase in pressure and could not ascend further. The limit of telekinetic flight was 200 meters.
He then controlled the skateboard to descend to about 10 meters above the ground and began patrolling the streets slowly.
Sylas took out his pistol and fired a shot into the sky. The gunshot instantly startled all the surrounding creatures. Zombies on the ground began to stir restlessly, and survivors hiding in dark corners were also alarmed. Many people, peeking through gaps, cautiously observed Sylas.
"The Hope Survivor Base is recruiting! If you want to go to the Hope Survivor Base, you can sign up now. Spots are limited; only one hundred people will be accepted," Sylas repeatedly announced.
After repeating this a few times, he fired another shot into the sky. Some people were skeptical of Sylas's words, but others seemed to see a glimmer of hope. One survivor quickly opened their window and waved frantically at Sylas.
"Those who want to sign up, wait by your windows. I will come to pick you up shortly," Sylas shouted loudly.
Needing to rescue a hundred people, Sylas didn't plan on taking them one by one. His strategy was to first locate the survivors and then transport them in batches. The surfboard under his feet was suitable for his personal use, but for rescuing people, he needed another mode of transportation.
While shouting out his message, Sylas searched for a suitable vehicle. Finding none that met his requirements, he decided to dismantle a large metal gate from a nearby community. These community gates were quite large, capable of carrying a dozen people at a time. Thus, he could complete the task with about ten trips.
Sylas put away his skateboard and used telekinesis to control the metal gate, flying it to pick up the survivors. Those willing to go with Sylas were already waiting by their windows. He flew the metal gate to the windows and had the survivors walk onto it.
Such a scene was unimaginable before.
But now, it had become a reality. Seeing this, the remaining survivors became even more excited. Sylas's method of rescue was undeniably safe. Although there were many zombies on the ground, they were flying in the air and had no fear of the zombies.
More and more survivors appeared at their windows, waiting for Sylas's rescue. Seeing Sylas in action, Gina excitedly shouted, "Don't be afraid, we are saved!"
Gina and her sister, Monica, were a pair of siblings. They had been relatively lucky, surviving the apocalypse. However, they had been trapped in their home, surviving on the limited food they had.
Despite their efforts to conserve food, it had run out a few days ago. Monica had fallen ill with a fever. Without treatment, Monica's condition could become dire. Gina was helpless; the outside world was in chaos, and she had no means to find food or medicine.
Just as she was about to give up hope, Sylas appeared. Gina didn't know who Sylas was, but she knew that he could save her and her sister.
The feverish Monica, in a daze, could only respond softly to her sister's words. Seeing her sister's weak reaction, Gina became even more anxious.
Noticing that Sylas hadn't spotted them, Gina disregarded everything else. She went to the window and shouted loudly, "Help! Please come and save us!"
Sylas frowned, disliking the loud shouting. However, he still turned his head toward the sound. Upon seeing Gina, he was taken aback.
What a beautiful woman.