On the first night of the apocalypse, zombies that could easily break through security doors and walls had not yet appeared.
Although after the fierce forest beasts are infected with the zombie virus, their level 1 is equivalent to level 5 of ordinary human zombies, but this is an urban area after all, and there is no zoo nearby, so there's no need to worry.
After having dinner by himself Damian just blocked his ears, muting the screams and screeches outside and slept peacefully.
In the morning, he had a simple breakfast and wiped his face with wet wipes bought at the medical store yesterday to get rid of the sweaty and oily feeling.
As for his long messy hair, there was nothing he could do about it now. He was reborn too late to find a barber shop to properly trim his head and become stylish.
Anyway, one doesn't need to worry about having a handsome face in the last days. Just like the girl from yesterday, if one has enough strength, even heavenly jade beauties will open their arms and welcome you in.
Activating the feathers ring, Damian climbed through the window and jumped down from the tenth floor.
There was a zombie nearby, and Damian used system scans to explore the zombie's attributes. Not surprisingly, the attributes of the nearby zombies all increased by 2 points, reaching a value of 12.
When the zombies' attributes reach 16 points the day after tomorrow, they will evolve from level 1 zombies to level 2 zombies. This night time evolution is where zombies have the advantage.
But just to equal the playing field and give natives a chance for survival, zombies don't have the free attribute points.
Although zombies will mutate over time, but humans can wear equipment and learn skills.
Between the two parties, human beings as a whole have a greater advantage. After all, there is still the decisive factor of wisdom.
Of course, there is nothing so absolute. If humans want to upgrade, they need to constantly hunt zombies. But if zombies want to upgrade, they only need to wait for each day to pass. If they survive the night, they will become stronger.
The advantage of the human side lies in the strong players and those with courage and luck. For the weak humans who hide, zombies that become stronger every day are nothing short of a nightmare.
"Roar!"
"Whoosh!"
The roar and the sword flash were in no particular order. And the zombie's head fell to the ground, and Damian's experience was increased by two again.
"Roar!"
The sound, though muffled, still attracted the zombies around him, but Damian had no intention of getting entangled with them. So he just relied on his speed to easily get rid of them.
His goal today is very clear. He'll continue to move closer to the dungeon. In terms of route, he will pass by a relatively ordinary two-star hotel in the City.
Eight kilometers away from this community, there is a gold-level treasure chest guarded by a mutated octopus.
In his previous life, when Damian arrived at the hotel, the octopus was already level 7. It was impossible to get the treasure chest without killing it. And it took him several days to grind the octopus to death.
It was always hunt, hurt, run, heal, come back, hunt, hurt, run, heal, return… . … . For many days until the octopus finally died.
In this life, that octopus is not strong yet as it's only been one day since the apocalypse. So even if it cannot be killed, he can plan other ways to seize that treasure chest.
When Damian left the community, there were not many zombies along the way. He still found a relatively clean shop at noon and took a simple bite to replenish his energy.
In the afternoon, the closer he got to the hotel, the more zombies there were on the streets.
When he finally arrived at the hotel his experience points had already accumulated to 200. In other words, he had killed more than 70 zombies since he left his house in the morning.
Even though he had 24 points of physical strength, he was still a little overwhelmed.
The hotels used to be a place with lots of crowds. So there were dense zombies wandering in the lobby and nearby streets. It can be regarded as a medium-sized zombie gathering point or horde, so before going in, Damian chose to rest nearby for half an hour.
After regaining his strength and confirming that there were no other survivors nearby, he placed his backpack on the ceiling of the shop.
Hiding it safely, as keeping it together while fighting the mutated monster might make mistakes.
After checking his equipment, he didn't waste any time and rushed out.
At a glance, there were at least several hundred zombies near the hotel. Walking through the main entrance would tire him to death.
In fact, according to his experience, it is best to sneak into a high-rise building from a nearby residence, such as jumping from one floor to another, or from one building to the next. Even if it is dangerous, it's less risky than getting trapped into a zombie horde.
But unfortunately, there are no other large residences within a hundred meters of the hotel. The nearest tall building is 300 meters apart, so jumping is not so practical.
The overall structure of the hotel is a five-story hall with a protruding section on top. The appearance from the outside, is not just a flat wall, but also has many decorations carved on it.
After going back and forth around the hotel several times, he still couldn't find a safe entrance with a less zombie crowd.
"Guess we'll have to do it the hard way." Damian said, looking at the sharp sword in his hand.
He took a few steps back, suddenly accelerated and jumped high. Pushing his right leg on the wall as he landed, he jumped up once again, and then crossed the winter's wrath and inserted it into the wall.
The sharp tip slipped along the stone wall for a few meters before getting stuck into a corner. Making his whole body hang freely in the air.
The zombies below heard the movement and gathered around, but it was too late.
Damian took a deep breath as he closed his eyes and sighed heavily after looking down.
His whole body weight was hanging on the winter's wrath. If it was an ordinary weapon, even if it was not broken into two parts, it would be bent to the point that it could not be used again. But winter's wrath lived up to its standard as a sub-legendary sword.
"Let's never do that again." Damian said as he lifted up his body with his right arm, grabbed the upper decoration with his left hand. After a few more steps, he could finally stand firmly on the small side wall. After moving along the edges, he could finally see a balcony in a little distance.
"Easy peasy." Damian said, looking at the distance for his jump, and the zombies gathered below.
After taking God's name in his heart and praying to God knows who in the open clouds, taking a leap of faith, he finally jumped through.
He had just landed heavily, and before he could even stand firm, he was eye-to-eye with a zombie.
It took both the man and the monster a few seconds to understand what the fuck was happening.
"Fuck," ____ "Roar"
Damian looked at the disemboweled corpse in front of him. It had half his brain still left, so it's estimated that it will transform into a zombie in a while.
The zombie too roared, and the pieces of meat in its mouth spattered out. Damian dodged and struck it with a backhand. Making it fall down the balcony.
The remaining zombies on the floor were attracted and rushed over with hungry roars.
Damian flicked the winter's wrath, and his right hand immediately turned into a shadow. Moving the sharp weapon in a fluidic moves slicing monsters unimpeded.
All the zombies were intercepted one meter away from Damian. As his sword was like a meat grinder, leaving minced meat on the ground, as he walked step by step towards the third floor.
There are five zombies in the corridor on the third floor, two of them were wearing waiter's clothes, and the remaining three zombies, two were wearing pajamas, and one was _ naked.
That man probably slept until noon and then turned into a zombie in his sleep.
Looking at the rotten dick dangling in the air as the zombie walked towards him, Damian couldn't help but turn his face away in disgust.
'Really not a sight I wanted to see.' Damian thought, waving his sword backwards, chopping the naked zombie's dick straight off and then kicking it down the stairs. "Bite on that fucker."
Damian solved all the remaining zombies easily, but instead of continuing upward, he knocked on the intact door next to him.
"Is there any survivor in the room? I am a rescue officer sent by the government. Please respond as soon as possible."
Damian followed the order and knocked on the door in each room, repeating what he just said every time.
But until the last door on the floor was knocked, there was still no response. There was definite movement behind two of the doors, but even if the door was not opened, it was clear that the people behind the doors were zombies.
"I really am a villain." Damian said as he thought about his plan again and continued with his search on the next floor.