Apocalypse: I can control zombies

Finally, half an hour passed.

The last wave of warmth dissipated in the soles of my feet, and all the pain and discomfort in my legs disappeared.

Lu Chen looked down at his thighs. The muscle contours under his trousers looked the same as before, but when he pressed his hand against the front of his thigh, the sensation from his fingertips was clearly different.

The muscle fibers are extremely firm; when you press them, they are not soft and limp, but rather feel like pressing on a piece of high-density rubber—they are resilient and elastic.

This type of muscle isn't the bulky, inflated mass of a bodybuilder; it's a lean, muscular build that can truly unleash speed and power.

His eyes lit up slightly, and he immediately began the test.

The testing method is very simple: just run around the living room!

The living room of 501 is not large. The straight-line distance from the balcony to the door is only seven or eight meters. There is a coffee table, a desk and several folding chairs in the middle, which requires extreme speed and flexibility.

He leaned forward slightly and pushed off with his feet.

Swish!

He shot off like an arrow, the floor beneath his feet bouncing far away with his first step, the corner of the coffee table flashing past in his peripheral vision, and the floor lamp in the corner disappearing in a flash.

Lu Chen felt that if he participated in a running competition now, he might be able to win a world championship.

Now, the acceleration distance between a standstill and a full-speed sprint is at least half that of before. His stride frequency is so fast that he can't even count it himself. With each push-off from the ground, he can feel an explosive force that travels from his calves to his feet and back.

Moreover, he is not only fast, but also exceptionally agile.

The living room is very narrow. If you were to sprint straight from the balcony to the door, you would normally hit the wall as soon as you started to accelerate.

But before he hit the wall, he twisted his waist and turned his feet, making a right-angle turn almost touching the corner of the wall, keeping his center of gravity steady.

Then came another sudden stop and change of direction, circling around the desk, and then accelerating to the balcony door.

The whole process was smooth and efficient, without any delay!

Many people hadn't had a decent meal in days and were just waiting for this one.

Gao Yuan was checking the final quantities of dishes with Sun Xiulan at the lobby entrance when he turned and saw Lu Chen coming out of the stairs. He immediately closed his laptop and hurried over. "Sir, the food is ready. Shall we eat now?"

"Okay, let's eat!" Lu Chen nodded, then added a special reminder, "Remember to do the pre-meal gratitude ceremony as well."

"I know." Gao Yuan hesitated slightly as he said this. "Also, there's something else..."

"Just say what you want to say." Lu Chen stopped in his tracks.

"We had already agreed with these survivors that all benefits would be distributed according to contribution points, and dinner was one of them."

"I want to start implementing this from tonight's dinner... Those who worked hard in the afternoon will have a more substantial meal; those who didn't work in the afternoon will have a simpler meal."

Gao Yuan paused here, glanced at Lu Chen, and said, "This might affect the effectiveness of the pre-meal gratitude. Some people might not be in the mood to say thank you if they see that their bowls only contain white rice and clear soup."

Lu Chen was taken aback; he really hadn't expected that.

But after only a moment's thought, he gave his answer: "It doesn't matter, the rules are more important."