Courtyard House: My Time Travel is a Bit Too Strong

"I don't have a single penny." Du Fenze tugged at the corner of his mouth, his smile a little dry.

"Seven points." Ma Huyou sighed, his voice tinged with weariness.

"Then just wait to die." Li Xiaochuan sneered, no longer looking at anyone.

The countdown reached zero, and everyone's vision went blank. When they opened their eyes again, they were standing in a living room.

"Main Quest: Survive for thirty days. Reward for completion: 1,000 points." The voice of the Supreme God fell directly into my ears, without any inflection.

Ma Huyou turned to Li Xiaochuan: "If you explain the ins and outs of this world clearly, I'll give your parents 10 billion when we get back to reality."

Li Xiaochuan paused for two seconds before speaking: "Have you seen Alien 1?"

"I've seen it," Song Shuer nodded.

Lin Quan didn't respond. He held the Infinite Killing Eagle in his hand; surviving for a month wouldn't be difficult for him... provided he wasn't dragged down. Last time, they hadn't even gotten close to the main storyline, so the chances of the others surviving were already pitifully slim.

Ma Huyou glanced around, a thought creeping into his mind: This place doesn't feel like a spaceship. Alien 1 was full of metal corridors and cold lights, but here were sofas, floor-to-ceiling windows, a coffee table, and even the air smelled of old carpet.

"Mr. Ma?" The bedroom door opened and two women walked out.

"Golden Blood? Su Mang?" Ma Huyou blurted out.

"Mr. Ma, where is this?" Jin Xing's eyes were unfocused, and her fingers unconsciously twisted the hem of her skirt.

Ma explained the situation in a few words. Jin Xing's androgynous face stiffened, and Su Mang took a half step back, his face turning pale.

Lin Quan remained silent and pushed open the other doors one by one... No one was there; they were empty.

Upon hearing this, Jin Xing and Su Mang immediately surrounded Li Xiaolong. Although Ma Feng was a powerful figure in Awai and the richest man in the country, in the Main God Space, money was useless; only fists mattered. Li Xiaolong could tear zombies apart with his bare hands, so he needed a strong backer.

Su Mang glanced at Li Xiaolong furtively, his ears turning red; Jin Xing's Adam's apple bobbed, and he tapped his watch strap lightly with his fingertips.

Lin Quan pulled Song Shu'er back to a corner, three steps away from Jin Xing. The man's makeup was too heavy, his voice too soft, and he walked with a swagger, swaying hips. Just looking at him made Lin Quan feel nauseous.

Men graduating from military academies are expected to shave their heads, wear belts, and carry rifles. What kind of man dresses up in such an unsightly way? How can he face his parents? What kind of filial piety is that?

To get a green card in Singapore, he got a marriage certificate with his foreign classmate's girlfriend... He talked a good game, but when he was kneeling down to sign the marriage certificate, his bones were already weak.

He may act upright on variety shows, but once the cameras are off, his past actions are still there, and he can't fool himself.

"Main quest begins."

As soon as the main myth finished, the frozen street scene outside the window suddenly came to life.

A few minutes later, screams, slamming brakes, heavy objects hitting the ground, staggering and running away... everything was in complete chaos.

"Another zombie outbreak?" Li Xiaolong looked out the window.

"Not Alien 1?" Li Xiaochuan was stunned, his eyes widening.

"Resident Evil?" Song Shuer asked in a low voice.

Lin Quan drew his Infinite Killing Eagle and quickly followed.

Without hesitation, Song Shu'er took a step and left.

Ma Huyou didn't even glance at Li Xiaochuan, and immediately chased after Song Shuer.

Du Fenze glanced at the remaining people in the room, turned around and left, his steps heavy and hurried.

Li Xiaochuan realized what was happening and took off after him.

Jin Xing and Su Mang practically burst through the door, their high heels slamming on the floor as they ran and shouted, "Wait! Wait for us!"

Lin Quan stepped out of the building and suddenly turned into the alley on the right: "I'll go this way."

Song Shu'er frowned slightly: "Not going with them?"

"If you want to go, then go," he replied casually.

Ma glanced left and right: to his left was Li Xiaolong, knife tip pointing forward, his shoulders and back taut like a fully drawn bow; to his right was Lin Quan, holding a long spear, his steps steady, but clearly avoiding the two. After a moment's thought, he turned and followed Li Xiaolong... Last time in the biohazard world, Li Xiaolong had taken down more than thirty people with his bare hands, and now that he had a knife, he dared not be careless; those who have suffered losses before are the most wary.

Lin Quan was also helpless. Zombies rely on sound to find their way, and Jin Xing's voice was shrill and Su Mang's breathing was trembling, so the two of them standing together would be sitting ducks.

The supreme god forbids infighting, otherwise he would have taken action long ago.

One of them wanted to cut off his Adam's apple to get a dress. He was tough on the surface, but he was afraid of the dark, thunder, and being alone. Su Mang didn't even dare to watch a chicken being killed. His palms were always sweaty. If he really ran into a zombie, his first howl would attract half a street.

With a flick of his wrist, he retrieved the Infinite Killing Eagle into his spatial ring... This thing will never reveal its true nature unless it runs out of food and water.

Two boxes of water and a box of compressed biscuits were enough for him and Song Shu'er to eat for thirty days.

Li Xiaochuan, Du Fenze, and the others looked around, then turned and followed Li Xiaolong.

Jin Xing and Su Mang, who were the last to escape, screamed as they ran in their high heels, "Wait...!"

The heels clicked and clattered on the concrete floor like a death knell.

The sound was piercing, drawn-out, and tinged with a sob, startling the sparrows on the eaves and waking the entire street...

In the distance, the first zombie tilted its neck and slowly turned its head.

In less than ten minutes, Jin Xing and Su Mang were knocked to the ground by zombies.

With the two drags on the team gone, Ma Huyou felt a sense of relief.

He was at best a nodding acquaintance of Jin Xing and Su Mang... to be honest, they weren't even close friends. Save them? He neither had the ability nor the inclination.

You only have one life, and each death is one less; if you die again, it's all gone.

Li Xiao didn't even turn his head, his feet never stopping. He was oblivious to the chaos behind him, focused only on his goal: to accumulate 50,000 points and return to the real world.

Lin Quan gripped the short knife, slashing each enemy one by one with swift and decisive movements.

Cut down one enemy, add one point.

The scattered zombies could strike with a single blow without even pausing.

After 500 days of arduous training, consuming over 20,000 points, his skills far surpassed those of ordinary people.

Two or three surrounded him? He didn't even pant heavily.

The blade cleaved into the skull, and the zombie instantly went limp, its score fluctuating slightly.

Of Song Shuer's 1,100 points, 800 were invested in her physical attributes, and her current attribute value is just over 140.

The samurai sword in her hand, which she had obtained with points, was just the right weight.

With one slash, the zombie's neck tilted to the side, and it fell to the ground motionless.

One hundred and forty attribute points means she can steadily carry one hundred and forty kilograms.

With the two of them working together, five or six zombies surrounded them, but they were still wiped out cleanly.

Ma, who was in his fifties, also exchanged eighty attribute points, bringing his total to one hundred and forty.

At level zero, ten points are exchanged for one attribute point; once you reach level one, fifty points are exchanged for one attribute point.

Lin Quan's attributes on paper aren't high, but in a real fight, he's not much weaker than a first-tier cultivator.

He managed to cultivate the fire-type ability he bought with 10,000 points to the first level. A single fireball he unleashed would severely damage even a first-level cultivator; with a bit of luck, it would burn them through.

"Brother Quan, the zombies are gathering in greater numbers," Song Shu'er reminded him, turning slightly to the side and lowering the muzzle of her gun.

"Let's go over there." Lin Quan raised his chin and pointed to the three-story supermarket a hundred meters away.

The building isn't tall, around twelve meters, but the rooftop is spacious enough.

He locked the door, stood on the edge, and pulled out the Infinite Killer Eagle...

Bullets are free; you gain one point for every bullet you kill.