I Stack Attributes in the Apocalypse - Chapter 38

Chapter 38

There are currently no conditions to conduct further testing.

As soon as they completed the advancement, Wang Xiong, Zhang Chengcheng, and the other seven survivors stepped out of the safe house and came to the Zombies Strike Array in front of Lu Ming’s house.

This was their campground for the night.

Fortunately, the temperature was manageable and he did not fall sick from the cold. As for the safety issue, he could only arrange for people to keep watch at night.

She rang Lu Ming’s doorbell. Zhang Chengcheng wanted to share the joy of advancement with Lu Ming.

However, it was time for Lu Ming to sleep.

“Is the zombie wave here?”

“It’s not that…”

“Then don’t disturb me. I need to rest.”

Zhang Chengcheng immediately looked apologetic.

‘Yeah.’

Brother Lu needed to conserve his energy to prepare for the final battle with the zombies.

It was indeed inappropriate for her to disturb him.

Regarding advancement and superpowers, she would leave them for future discussions.

…

After washing up, he changed into his pajamas.

Lu Ming lay on the bed, and his mind was filled with thoughts about fitness.

With his increased strength, the fitness equipment could not keep up with Lu Ming’s pace. According to Lu Ming’s estimation, his efficiency in farming attributes would decrease in about a week. And in a month, he would probably not be able to obtain any attribute points from his current fitness routine.

This trouble was even greater than the impending zombie wave.

He tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep.

Around 11 p.m., the doorbell suddenly rang.

Lu Ming got out of bed and went to the door. He turned on the electronic screen.

On the screen, Wang Xiong’s face looked grave as he said, “Brother Lu, the horde is here.”

Lu Ming perked up and his drowsiness vanished. “I understand.”

…

According to Dr. Meng Jie’s theory, the Awakened and the zombies are in a mutually hunting relationship.

But if we delve deeper, zombies actually had visible advantages over humans.

Having fewer weaknesses and being faster and stronger was only one aspect.

Evolution was faster, and lower evolution conditions were another aspect.

The greatest advantage of evolved zombies compared to survivors was their superhuman hunting instincts.

They could easily sense the location of the Awakened.

Meng Jie did not understand the logic behind this for the time being, but from her past experience, this meant that every time an Awakened leveled up, it would attract zombies of the same level or even higher, as well as a zombie tide led by high-level zombies.

Under the bright moonlight, there were ghostly shadows looming.

The zombies were tossing and jumping non-stop.

They tramped through the mud and crossed the streets. Although their formation was chaotic, they had a clear target.

There were nearly a thousand zombies, and even dozens of giant zombies mixed among them.

A zombie horde of this scale was probably impossible for any civilian gathering places at this stage, to cope with.

And what was even more terrifying was the commander of the zombie horde!

At the rear of the zombie horde, five pink hunters stood in a row, their slightly crimson eyes looking in the direction of Lu Ming’s house in the distance, and the greed in their eyes was about to spew out.

It was the desire to feed!

However, if one looked closely, one of the five hunters was slightly different from the other four.

The other four hunters were all cold and aloof, displaying an air of arrogance..

Only the hunter on the far right would occasionally peeked at its counterparts. From time to time, its nose would twitch, and its eyes flickered with a gleam, like a husky mixed in the wolf pack.

Although this hunter lacked the domineering aura of a normal hunter, it appeared even more clever and intelligent, as if it had a good brain.

Its name was Simba.

Simba was the name it had given itself.

In fact, this hunter had been different from its kind since it first turned into a zombie.

A Tier 0 zombie only knew how to locate its prey by sound. Although it was strong and powerful, it appeared dull-witted. Sometimes, a survivor could lure a Tier 0 zombie by throwing a glass bottle.

But Simba was different.

From the moment it was born, it had a certain level of intelligence, and its eyesight was better than its kind.

This made Simba’s hunting trip exceptionally smooth.

After becoming a giant zombie, Simba’s intelligence was higher. It even knew how to open doors and ransack homes. That was how it ambushed a Level 1 Awakened who was alone. The poor Awakened had his neck snapped by Simba in his sleep and died peacefully.

After becoming a Tier 2 Hunter, Simba’s intelligence became more comprehensive.

For example, Simba had seen a convoy swaggering down the street some time ago. The other zombies or even evolved zombies only knew that there were living people and Awakened ones in the convoy, and saw them as a feast. However, Simba could tell that the convoy was not to be trifled with from the appearance of the vehicles and the green clothes on humans.

And it turned out to be true.

Simba watched as the seven hunters led their underlings to charge, but they were killed or brutally beaten by a person wielding a pipe that spewed sparks and a physically strong Awakened wearing green clothes.

Simba slipped away before the battle began.

Even now, when recalling that incident, Simba was still proud of its wisdom.

It could brag about this for the rest of its life.

“Roar.”

Its companion beside him growled.

That was the signal for the final attack.

Simba turned to look at its companions, but a trace of disdain flashed across its eyes.

This was superiority in terms of intelligence.

However, intelligence aside, strength was still strength. Simba’s strength was not superior to its own kind. Its previous experience had taught Simba the importance of not being the first to engage in battle, based on the principle of shooting the bird that stuck out.

For this group hunt, Simba still decided to fight at the end and snatch the top spot for itself..

In any case, its idiotic companions could not figure out who had contributed the most in the battle and who had contributed the least in the battle. If it did not scam them, who would it scam?

As the five leaders sent out the signal in unison, the horde of zombies began their general attack.

…

Lu Ming’s house.

The window on the second floor was already open.

Lu Ming held his hunter in his hand. There were 50 packs of steel beads on the table beside him.

In the bright moonlight, Lu Ming could see the zombies approaching from the village entrance, heading straight for the front door of his house.

The air was filled with the howls of the zombies and a rancid smell, which made Lu Ming even more focused.

Lu Ming pulled the slingshot taut with force, his gaze piercing.

Until the first zombie appeared a hundred meters away.

Lu Ming suddenly released the slingshot. With a whoosh, the zombie’s head exploded on the spot!

The first kill of the hunter was swift, clean, and effortless.

Lu Ming was also particularly satisfied with the hunter.

Greater strength, longer range.

This not only meant an expanded strike range but it also meant that the difficulty of shooting had increased. Once a shot hit its mark, one would gain more proficiency in slingshot shooting skills.

Slingshot Shooting Lv11 (386 (+7) /1100).

A headshot, added 7 proficiency points.

Lu Ming had a premonition, but whether tonight would be dangerous or not remained uncertain.

When it came to skill proficiency, he felt he had a good grasp of it.

…

The smell of a Level 2 Awakened filled the air, making the zombies even more frenzied.

Even the highly intelligent Simba felt his body heat up and his appetite whetted!

Devour the Awakened and evolve.

This was ingrained in the zombies’ instinct for survival!

As it surveyed the crude defense line ahead, Simba could not help but curl its lips in disdain.

The defense line was crude, there were too few Awakened, and there were no iron pipes that could spew fire.

With the onslaught of its own foolish companions and itself, there was only one outcome awaiting this rudimentary gathering place.

That was annihilation!

However, as Simba watched, it slowly realized that something seemed to be amiss.