Above the managers, there is an even higher level of existence, called VIPs!
VIPs can see the progress of the game and also give orders and make demands to the managers.
"How ironic! We players are simply regarded as tools for entertainment."
"Those who control the game and the so-called VIPs don't regard us as human beings at all."
"If one day I can leave this game and find these guys."
"I will surely kill them!"
Chen Bei's intention to kill was burning fiercely, and his eyes showed a fierce look.
Being treated like guinea pigs, being manipulated at will, with their lives hanging by a thread, struggling to survive within the so-called rules of the game.
If there was no way out, that would be okay.
As long as there was a chance, Chen Bei was certain to "seek justice" from those managers.
In the management group, they were still studying the specific details of releasing zombies.
If the zombies were released too scattered, the effect presented wouldn't be exciting enough, so they had to be released in a concentrated manner.
[I suggest dividing the zombies into three groups, and each group will be led by a mutant zombie.]
[Release the three groups of zombies onto three different floors.]
[Definitely release a group on the 8th floor, because Zero Degree is on the 8th floor, so we need to increase the difficulty for him.]
[Agreed.]
[Let's also release a group on the 4th floor where Brother Fei is.]
[Release the last group on the top floor and let the zombies move from top to bottom.]
[There are still 15 minutes until dawn, and this period of time will become a race against time for the players' lives!]
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Chen Bei looked at the conversation in the management group and almost wanted to swear.
It's really that a tall tree catches the wind.
Just because he had the highest level, they had to increase the difficulty for him and target him specifically.
One mutant zombie, plus five ordinary zombies.
A team like this has considerable combat power and is enough to pose a threat to Chen Bei.
If a group of zombies block the door, the dormitory will surely be broken through.
Chen Bei couldn't afford to delay any longer and hurriedly began to take action.
He had obtained a recipe for a box helmet before but hadn't made it yet.
By the way, he also made a wooden shield for backup.
Chen Bei put in the materials and his hands moved quickly.
In the management group, they were selecting the types of mutant zombies and opened the zombie illustrated handbook for everyone to refer to.
There were numerous and varied types of zombies in it.
Finally, three types were chosen.
The long-tongued zombie, the iron-clawed zombie, and the big-jumping zombie!
Each of the three types of zombies has its own strengths, and one can guess roughly from their names.
The management pursued rationality and also arranged a plot for this release of zombies.
The loudspeaker in the corridor started blaring.
"I created a batch of new zombies overnight. Among them, several zombies had wonderful changes on their bodies, which really surprised me."
"This proves that my approach is correct. I just need to further optimize the ritual to make it closer to perfection."
"I can feel that I'm about to succeed."
"An unprecedented great existence is about to be born in my hands!"
That BOSS rambled on and on.
Crack!
A part of the ceiling fell down, and several zombies landed with it.
The leading zombie among them had a special appearance. It had a sharp mouth and a monkey-like face. The sides of its mouth were split, and the splits extended all the way to the back of its ears.
Its palms and soles were also a bit bigger, just like the feet of a wild beast, with thick joints and nails as hard as iron.
Its bloodshot eyes rolled around restlessly, and the dim lights flickered on and off.
Several zombies were sniffing hard with their noses, looking for the scent of their prey.
They had already found something.
The fresh lives and the wonderful flesh and blood were not far away.
The zombie team began to move forward.
The sense of oppression was suffocating.
The players closest to the zombies hid in Room 807. They witnessed this zombie team with their own eyes and were almost scared out of their wits.
[I saw a group of zombies! Not just one, but a group!]
[Don't scare me. Which floor are you on?]
[The eighth floor!]
[There's also a group of zombies on the twelfth floor!]
[It's over! The zombies have found me. There are so many of them. How can I possibly defeat them! This game is unfair! Unfair!]
It was the player in Room 807 who said that.
This was the last sentence he said in the group chat.
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"Done!"
Chen Bei had made two pieces of equipment.
One was the box helmet, which looked like a shoebox, except that it was made of wood and could be put on the head directly.
Wearing the box helmet would affect the field of vision, but the advantage was that it could provide certain protection for the head.
The previous wooden shield had been broken, and Chen Bei had already made a new one.
On the workbench, damaged equipment could also be repaired.
Chen Bei repaired the Madman's Hand Saw and restored its durability.
A shrill scream came from the corridor.
Surely some player's room had been broken into by zombies.
Chen Bei tried his best not to be distracted. Looking at the smooth surface of the wooden shield, he suddenly had an idea.
Such a large blank area was very suitable for drawing talismans!
If he could draw the Blood Refining Talisman - Exorcism on the wooden shield, it might have a miraculous effect.
Chen Bei bit his finger and got down to it right away.
Cao Qingqing, who lived diagonally across from him, must have been frightened and was frantically asking for help through private messages.
Chen Bei ignored it and concentrated on drawing his own talisman.
He used the blood from his fingertip to dot on the wooden shield and drew lines one after another.
Drawing a talisman requires doing it in one go rather than slowly tracing the lines, and it doesn't take too much time.
Chen Bei failed four times in a row and consumed a lot of his health points. So he had no choice but to take out a bottle of extremely unpleasant-tasting healing medicine and gulp it down.
The taste was really unbearable, just like drinking toilet cleaner.
After recovering his health points, Chen Bei continued to use his blood to draw the talisman.
This time, he finally succeeded!
Six strokes formed a complete Exorcism Talisman.
[Drawing successful. Gain 5 proficiency points.]
[The Level 1 wooden shield has evolved into a Level 2 Exorcism Shield.]
Success!
The idea that suddenly came to Chen Bei's mind had been realized by him.
Now, his equipment had been upgraded again. He was wearing a box helmet on his head and holding an Exorcism Shield in his hand.
Even with the upgrade, it was still necessary to play it safe.
Zombies are not afraid of death.
But he only had one life!
"There are about ten minutes left until dawn. The zombies will be forced to flee. By then, I'll go and beat the drowning dogs!"
Chen Bei leaned against the door, calculating in his mind.
"I'll fight you to the death! Die! Die! Ah!!!"
Another scream came from the corridor.
Chen Bei knew very well what that meant.
He remained unmoved and continued to lie in wait.
Until the zombies came into his sight!
Two zombies were walking over.
One was an ordinary one.
The other one opened its big mouth wide and lashed out a strange long tongue.
The tongue was over one meter long, with two rows of barbed teeth on its surface. It looked thick and powerful, and sometimes it made a cracking sound when it whipped on the ground.
It was a long-tongued zombie!
"Why are there only two coming over? Wasn't it supposed to be one leading five?" Chen Bei frowned.
He didn't know the situation.
In fact, it was because the previous zombies had broken into a room halfway, killed their prey, and were enjoying their meal.
Two zombies were eating one person, and the remaining zombies continued to move forward.
So this zombie team was separated.
There is an element of luck in survival games.
The two unlucky guys who were eaten before had relieved the pressure on Chen Bei.
Fighting one against six was completely different from fighting one against two.
As they were walking, the long-tongued zombie suddenly turned its head, looked at Room 838, and swung its long tongue to hit the door.