I'm just a lowly security guard, helping wealthy ladies survive the apocalypse.

"Ding! Prosperity Points +1."

"Ding! Prosperity Points +1."

"Ding! Prosperity Points +1."

A series of crisp system notifications rang in my mind.

Zhang Lang moved with the speed of a ghost, his movements so fast that only afterimages remained.

He held a homemade spear in his hand.

One stab!

Another stir!

In the blink of an eye.

The five or six zombies that had pounced on him fell to the ground.

Their heads were smashed, and murky black blood splattered all over the ground, emitting a nauseating stench of decay.

These zombies were already lingering outside the villa estate's walls.

When Zhang Lang, this vibrant, living person, suddenly appeared, his strong sense of life instantly pierced through their chaotic consciousness.

They pounced on them immediately.

Then they all became the sources of his prosperity for increasing his strength!

I didn't feel much when I watched The Walking Dead movies before.

"Only when we are living through the apocalypse can we truly understand this despair and helplessness."

Zhang Lang muttered to himself.

He looked around and saw that the zombies that had been scattered around the street corner and the entrance of the abandoned shops not far away now looked like awakened beasts.

Drawn by his living presence, they stumbled and rushed toward him in a frenzy.

But deeper in the ruins further away.

You can also see a continuous stream of dark shadows wriggling and converging in his direction.

Zhang Lang knew very well that it wouldn't be long before another small zombie horde would form completely around him once again.

"Perfect, saves me the trouble of looking everywhere."

A cold smile curled at the corner of Zhang Lang's lips.

Now that he possesses formidable strength, he is completely unafraid of these ordinary corpses.

Zhang Lang's gaze inadvertently swept over an abandoned 4.2-meter truck not far away, and his eyes instantly lit up.

He flashed and appeared next to the truck as if by teleportation, and nimbly climbed into the truck bed.

The truck bed was piled high with scrap steel and other debris.

One of the solid steel pipes, about 1.5 meters long, was particularly eye-catching.

The black pipe walls were covered with rust, yet their thickness and sturdiness were still evident.

Just looking at it makes you imagine the power it would have when it hits you.

"This thing is handy; it would feel amazing to smash it on a zombie's head."

Zhang Lang picked up the solid steel pipe.

The steel pipe felt cool to the touch and had a solid feel.

He had just seen this steel pipe when he finally smiled with satisfaction.

He is now a D-level Awakener, and his physical body has already undergone a complete transformation.

Under normal conditions, his punching power reaches 1.2 tons, and his running speed reaches 25m/s.

Even without any weapons, one can easily tear apart ordinary zombies with bare hands.

If he falls into a bloodthirsty frenzy, his punching power can surge to 2.4 tons, and his speed can increase to 30 m/s.

Its strength and speed are both terrifying.

Holding such a solid steel pipe makes dealing with these ordinary zombies incredibly easy and effortless, like adding wings to a tiger.

He could even picture the moment the steel pipe smashed into the zombie's head.

The image of a skull shattered and brains splattered everywhere.

Don't even mention that it's so fragile it'll hurt if you touch it.

With his current strength, even if the steel pipe in his hand only lightly grazed the zombie's head...

It can also be smashed to pieces, ensuring that a mere glancing blow kills it!

"It's just a bit too light."

Zhang Lang gripped the steel pipe with both hands, weighed it lightly, and raised an eyebrow slightly.

This solid steel pipe weighs only about 30 kilograms.

For him now, it seems somewhat frivolous.

It's like holding an ordinary wooden stick; you can't unleash its full power.

However, it's enough for now.

At least, compared to the spear he had previously made himself with a baton and a knife, this solid steel pipe was undoubtedly more handy and more lethal.

"Whoa..."

"Hehehe..."

Just as Zhang Lang was pondering this, a dense horde of zombies surged to the side of the truck, roaring as they pounced on him.

Their rotting hands stretched out, reeking of a foul stench, as if they wanted to tear him apart and devour him.

Zhang Lang's eyes turned cold. He threw away the homemade spear in his hand, gripped the solid steel pipe tightly with one hand, and suddenly leaped off the truck bed.

The moment of landing.

He slightly lowered his body, exerted force with his arm, and the steel pipe, accompanied by a whistling sound, swept towards the nearest zombie in front of him.

"Bang!"

A dull, loud bang.

The steel pipe slammed into the zombie's head, instantly shattering its skull.

Blackish-red brain matter and blood splattered everywhere.

The zombie didn't even utter a sound before falling straight down, completely still.

"Ding! Prosperity Points +1."

The system beep sounded again.

Zhang Lang did not pause at all, his body spinning like a top.

He wielded the steel pipe with great skill and flair.

A series of black afterimages flashed by.

Accompanied by a series of muffled thuds and the roars of zombies, the zombies that pounced on them fell to the ground like wheat being harvested.

Some zombies were hit on the head by steel pipes, causing their heads to explode instantly.

Some were hit in the chest, their ribs were broken, and their bodies were deformed from the impact.

Others were swept away by the steel pipes, crashing into abandoned vehicles with a dull thud, and never able to get up again after landing.

Zhang Lang's movements were astonishingly fast; his speed of 25 m/s allowed him to move freely through the horde of corpses.

He strolled around as if in a leisurely garden, each swing of his stick precisely killing a zombie.

His expression was calm and collected, as if he were dealing with a trivial matter.

Only the steel pipe in his hand continued to swing and strike, relentlessly reaping the lives of zombies.

"Whoa...whoa..."

The howling of zombies.

The dull thud of a steel pipe striking bone.

The sound of a zombie falling to the ground.

A cacophony of sounds echoed through the abandoned streets.

The dark red blood stained the ground and splattered onto Zhang Lang's body and face.

But he didn't care and continued to sweep through the horde of corpses like a killing machine.

More and more zombies are surging in.

But in front of Zhang Lang, they were as fragile as paper, utterly vulnerable.

The steel pipe in Zhang Lang's hand was like the scythe of death.

With each swing of his hand, he takes away a life.

Zhang Lang sometimes swept horizontally, sometimes smashed vertically, and sometimes stabbed.

His movements were fluid and sharp, without the slightest hesitation.

It can be said that it fully demonstrates the power of a D-level Awakener.

About ten minutes later, the last zombie fell under the steel pipe.

The once dense horde of corpses has now turned into a carpet of rotting bodies covering the entire street.

A foul, fishy stench filled the air; it was pungent, unpleasant, and made people want to vomit.

Zhang Lang put away the steel pipe, looked down at the rotting corpses on the ground, and frowned deeply.

The stench was overwhelming, and with the intense sunlight, these corpses were highly susceptible to the growth of bacteria and viruses.

Once it spreads.

It could very well trigger a plague, threatening and infecting Su Qing and the others in the villa.

At that moment, he suddenly remembered the mutated old willow tree next to the villa.

That willow tree feeds on zombies.

What if we send these rotting corpses to feed that mutated willow tree?

It might even help purify the environment.

But considering he wanted to get a few energy crystals for Su Qing, he decided to give up on the idea for the time being.

Let's talk about it later.

Zhang Lang shook his head and muttered to himself, "Sending these zombie corpses to that mutated willow tree to eat is fine, but we need to see what level its strength is at."

If that mutated willow tree is powerful enough to threaten him.

He would never aid the enemy.

"Instead of wasting time hunting ordinary corpses here, we should go and find those first-tier mutated zombies."

Zhang Lang glanced at the ordinary, decaying corpses surging towards him from afar, a look of impatience and boredom on his face.

Hunting these ordinary first-tier corpses can yield prosperity points, but it's too inefficient and doesn't produce any energy cores.

It no longer holds much meaning for him.

In just over ten minutes, he killed more than two hundred ordinary rotting corpses.

They didn't even encounter a single Tier 1 mutated zombie.

This inevitably left him somewhat disappointed.

After making up my mind.

Zhang Lang ignored the surging ordinary corpses.

He flashed and dashed into the depths of the ruins.

At a speed of 25 m/s, his figure disappeared like a gust of wind at the end of the street in an instant.

All that remained were rotting corpses scattered on the ground, and ordinary zombies that continued to pour in.

Zhang Lang darted through the ruins of the abandoned town.

His eyes were sharp as an eagle's as he carefully searched for traces of the first-tier mutated zombie.

Not long after, he found a Tier 1 mutated zombie in an abandoned supermarket.

It is a claw-mutated zombie among the Clawbreakers.

Zhang Lang's eyes narrowed, and without the slightest hesitation, he charged forward with a solid steel pipe in hand.

The mutated zombie sensed the presence of a living person on him and suddenly raised its head.

Its cloudy eyes instantly locked onto Zhang Lang's figure, and it roared as it pounced on him.

Its appearance is terrifying and fierce.

But its ferocity was futile in front of Zhang Lang.

"Bang!"

With a loud bang, the steel pipe slammed into the head of the mutated zombie.

Even though this mutated zombie's head was much harder than that of an ordinary corpse, it still couldn't withstand Zhang Lang's power.

With a crisp crack, the mutated zombie's head was instantly smashed to pieces.

"Ding! Prosperity Points +10!"

A system notification sounded.

Zhang Lang bent down, picked up a crystal-clear energy core from the fragments of the mutated zombie's head, and casually put it into his pocket.

He then continued searching through the ruins.

Only hunt first-tier mutated zombies.

He wielded a solid steel pipe, striking one after another with swift and decisive movements.

Unbeknownst to him, Zhang Lang had been searching through the ruins for over an hour.

The harvest was very fruitful.

He killed more than a dozen first-tier mutated zombies and collected more than a dozen energy cores.

The prosperity points also increased by more than 100 points again.

This will not only allow Su Qing to break through and become an E-level Awakener.

I'd even let one of my concubines break through to the next level.

"what?"

"Have I left the city?"

Suddenly, Zhang Lang stopped in his tracks.

He looked up and around and realized that he had reached the edge of the ruins.

Suddenly, Zhang Lang stopped in his tracks.

He looked up and around and realized that he had reached the edge of the ruins.

The once densely packed abandoned houses have now become sparse.

Not far ahead was an open area.

The open area was bisected by a long-abandoned highway.

On both sides of the highway are vast stretches of barren farmland.

The farmland was overgrown with weeds and showed no signs of life, appearing particularly desolate.

"It was just a small town."

Zhang Lang muttered to himself, somewhat surprised.

He had always thought they were in a small town.

But he had just completely fought his way through the ruins and found that the area was not very large.

Therefore, he felt that this was not a small town, but merely a small town.

"It seems that the area of ​​this beginner protection zone is much smaller than I imagined."

Driven by curiosity, Zhang Lang headed towards the highway outside the town.

He wanted to see what the world outside the town was like.

But just as he was about to step out of the town and approach the highway, an invisible resistance suddenly came.

It was as if an invisible protective wall had forcefully blocked his path.

No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't take another step forward.

Zhang Lang raised an eyebrow, reached out and touched the air in front of him, but couldn't feel anything.

But that invisible resistance is real.

He tried to smash the steel pipe forward.

The steel pipe passed through the air without encountering any obstruction.

However, his body still could not break through that invisible barrier.

"Is this the barrier protecting the newbies' safe zone?"

Zhang Lang suddenly realized.

"It seems that we can't leave this town until the newbie protection period ends, and we can only stay within this barrier."

Just as he was feeling sentimental.

Suddenly, a piercing engine roar came from afar.

Accompanied by the ear-piercing sound of metal scraping together, the sound grew clearer and clearer as it approached.

Zhang Lang's expression froze, and he abruptly turned his head to look.

On the deserted highway in the distance, a strangely shaped steel vehicle was speeding toward the town.

This vehicle was similar to the one he had seen in the movie "Mad Max" before he traveled through time.

The car body was encased in thick steel plates, which were welded with sharp steel bars and bone spikes.

The front of the vehicle was equipped with a huge iron shovel.

The wheels had also been modified, covered with sharp iron spikes.

The vehicle roared as it drove along the highway, sounding like a raging steel behemoth.

The chariot was extremely fast.

In the blink of an eye, they arrived at the edge of the town's barrier.

The chariot stopped abruptly the moment it saw Zhang Lang.

Zhang Lang stared sharply at the steel vehicle, examining it closely.

He saw several strong men standing in the cargo bed of the chariot.

These men were muscular, dressed in tattered leather jackets, and had hideous scars on their faces.

Their eyes were fierce, and they were holding steel pipes and machetes...

And there are guns!

They exuded a fierce and brutal aura; they were clearly not to be trifled with.

"Could these people be the natives of the post-apocalyptic wasteland that the mysterious voice spoke of?"

"He doesn't seem like a good person!"