Zombie Apocalypse: Don't be afraid, I'm not a good person.

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Host: Shenhe

Age: 24

Height: 179

Level: Lv.1 (Experience 0/30)

Overall quality: 11→12

Spiritual Dispelling Value: 11

Skill points: 1

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The next level requires 30 experience points. Each level increases physical fitness slightly and grants one more skill point.

This feeling of having inexhaustible energy is simply amazing! No wonder hardcore gamers love to level up!

Shenhe closed the character panel and swung his hammer at the head of the one-legged zombie that had just crawled over.

After the upgrade, the strength increased, and with a single blow of the hammer, the zombie's skull was smashed into its brain, killing it instantly.

A strong, fishy stench suddenly filled the air, making him frown and wanting nothing more than to leave the floor as quickly as possible.

He carefully navigated through the haphazardly laid-out zombie corpses, trying his best to avoid getting covered in blood.

His gaze swept across the scene, then suddenly stopped. Next to one of the zombies, a white blind box lay quietly.

Something exploded?!

"system?"

[Zombies drop random equipment]

"That…?"

[Open your backpack; there's an auto-pickup option at the bottom.]

"You're spying on my thoughts?"

This will help the system resolve your problem.

"Can it be turned off?"

[Anytime]

"Okay, leave it on for now. Remember to turn it off when I'm being intimate with a woman, and keep it on at other times!"

【no problem】

Shenhe said, "How can the system guess my thoughts so accurately? I was caught off guard by it all along."

However, there are many advantages. Except for when he refuses to have sex with women, he doesn't care at other times!

Because at that time, his mind was dirty!

How dirty? Oh my god, that's so dirty.

After picking up the blind box, Shenhe went downstairs to find a clean place so he could open it and enhance his character.

While Shenhe was looking for a place, the zombies in the neighborhood went on a rampage, all converging on the building where he was. Although he was eventually stopped outside the unit door, the survivors in the building were terrified. Many people cursed the person who caused the commotion and wished that Shenhe would be blind to have children.

The survivors in the other buildings were full of praise, because many of the zombies in their buildings had been lured away.

Many people were surprised that on the very first day of the apocalypse, there were already ruthless people who dared to come out and kill zombies!

You should know that this first day is different from yesterday afternoon. Not only are more people infected, but a wave of zombies has also arrived outside the community. Now the streets are almost full of zombies, and no one dares to make a sound.

At home in Shenhe, Li Yuetong was also startled by the continuous commotion and faint gunshots outside.

She hurriedly put down what she was doing, rushed to the door, and peered out through the peephole, her fingertips gripping the hem of her clothes tightly with nervousness.

She was afraid that she wouldn't be able to open the door in time when Shenhe returned, but she waited and waited and waited, but she still couldn't see that familiar figure. She was extremely anxious, and she bit her lip so hard that it turned white, but she didn't dare to make a sound.

That scoundrel, can't he hear me?

On the twelfth floor, Shenhe sat by the window in the stairwell, a blind spot from which other buildings couldn't see him.

Shenhe claimed the rewards from the newbie quests, then silently turned off the system's special effects and turned it on without anyone noticing.

The blue blind box disappeared, and a long gun, a box of bullets, and a pair of Bluetooth earphones appeared on the ground.

Bluetooth electronic noise-canceling headphones

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[Benelli M4 system modified version.]

Note: Equipped with a silencer module and a magazine module: 50 rounds of ammunition are automatically refreshed at midnight every day, no manual loading is required, and durability is refreshed at midnight every day.

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"So high-class!"

Shenhe pulled the gun out of the gun case.

The gun is heavy, with a sharp design and smooth lines. The matte body has a cold metallic luster, and the platinum-coated bolt flashes a faint light in the dimly lit corridor. The non-slip grip fits perfectly in the palm of your hand.

There was a small black LCD screen embedded below the bolt carrier, and Shenhe subconsciously touched it with his fingertip.

The screen lit up, its pale blue light standing out starkly in the dimly lit hallway, displaying only a single number:

【50】

"Fifty shots in one go? That's awesome!"

"Holy crap! As expected of a system product!"

Shenhe's gaze was burning as he stared intently at the Benelli M4, his eagerness almost matching the way he stared at Li Yuetong's backside.

Opening the large box of ammunition revealed fifty rounds of size 12 buckshot, with red casings and golden primers.

Back home, he wouldn't even dare buy a powerful toy gun, let alone a shotgun! Now he can finally have some fun!

He picked up a buckshot and pushed it into the magazine; the satisfying mechanical whirring sound completely captivated him.

I tapped the screen, and the number changed to 51!

It can even hold more; no wonder it's a space capsule!

For a moment, the sound of loading ammunition echoed continuously in the corridor, one shot after another.

Shenhe was satisfied when he saw the number turn into 100.

A shotgun with 100 rounds! I wonder what kind of zombie could stop it. He held the gun, aimed ahead, and practiced his aim.

This feeling!

Shenhe put on his electronic noise-canceling headphones, made sure the noise isolation was in place, and with a flick of his right hand, put the claw hammer into his system inventory. With this Benelli M4, the little hammer should take a break for now; it's like he's forgotten his roots.

He stood up, casually brushed the dust off his backside, and focused his attention on the system panel. The previous beginner quests had disappeared, but new quests had not been refreshed.

"No more missions?"

He clicked his tongue, but the corners of his mouth curled up in a slight upward motion.

No missions? No missions? No big deal...

Slay monsters and level up, carving out a path for yourself.

Shenhe gripped the stunningly handsome Benelli M4 in his hand. The gun was cool and steady. He stepped forward, his eyes turning cold. Holding the weapon, his killing intent rose spontaneously!

I made my way down to the first floor without encountering a single zombie. I didn't even have a chance to try out my new gun. The zombies that were active in the building had already been wiped out by the wave upstairs.

On the first floor, the map shows three red dots wandering between the emergency exit and the unit door, while a bunch of red dots, numbering in the dozens, are blocking the outside of the unit door.

Shenhe glanced down at the spittoon, thinking, "I should be able to handle it, right? After all, everyone knows it's very powerful."

He held the Benelli M4 steadily in his right hand, the muzzle pointing precisely forward.

Shenhe stretched out his left hand and slowly pushed open the door to the first-floor emergency exit, his movements so light they were almost silent.

The system showed that there was no red dot outside the door, which was the best time to go out. He kept his eyes fixed on the front and carefully took one step at a time.

The air in the dimly lit corridor was damp and stuffy. A thick, pungent smell of blood suddenly assaulted his nostrils. Shenhe instinctively covered his mouth and nose with his left hand, but it was no use. Although he had gotten used to it a little, he still felt nauseous.

Out of the corner of my eye, I caught a glimpse of a dark shadow on the ground. I glanced at it, and my heart sank slightly.

It was a corpse that had been gnawed down to bones. The ground next to the corpse was covered with yellow fat and bits of flesh, as well as some feces that had fallen out of the intestines. The smell! It was enough to make the Shenhe River stink.

He slowly retreated back into the safety passage. He had gotten used to the smell of blood a little, but the smell of fermenting feces made him physically uncomfortable, and his eyes were about to well up with tears.

He was afraid he wouldn't be able to hold back his vomiting and would put himself in danger.

"Damn, this tastes amazing!"

Back on the second-floor stairwell, I opened the window and took a few breaths of the cool air to suppress the urge to vomit!

I took out some perfume from my backpack, applied a little to my philtrum, and it smelled and stinked. Time to go for the second time!