Chapter 13: Skill Book

"Heh..."

Leaving the Doomsday Merchant's camp, Fang Heng almost couldn't help but laugh out loud.

Millions!

Each of the three skill books in his hand could easily sell for millions!

Not to mention that this was a newly opened 'server'; once things stabilized after a while, the price of skill books would multiply several times over!

Yesterday, Fang Heng was still worrying about his bank debts, and now, millions were within his reach!

Fang Heng wiped the smile off his face and slapped the three skill books, worth millions, onto his head.

Without the slightest hesitation.

[Hint: You have learned the skills: Doomsday Survival - Strength Training, Doomsday Survival - Agility Training, Doomsday Survival - Physique Training].

It’s just a few million, he could always earn more later!

The Doomsday Merchant was right; only by improving himself could he earn more money.

Fang Heng had a feeling that this game would completely change his destiny.

Player: Fang Heng.

Level: 5.

Health: 102/102.

Stamina: 100/100.

Mental Strength: 100/100.

Energy: 83/100.

Strength: 5.2.

Agility: 5.2.

Physique: 5.2.

Willpower: 5.

Perception: 5.

Intelligence: 5.

Talent Skill: Enhancement - Super Zombie Clone.

[Common Skills]

Skill: Strength Training (LV: 1).

Skill Description: Increases Strength attribute by an additional 0.2 * current skill level.

Skill: Physique Training (LV: 1).

Skill Description: Increases Physique attribute by an additional 0.2 * current skill level.

Skill:迅捷 Training (LV: 1).

Skill Description: Increases Agility attribute by an additional 0.2 * current skill level.

[Life Skills]

Skill: Basic Crafting (LV: 1)

Skill Description: Craft basic doomsday survival items. Increasing skill level improves crafting speed and unlocks more survival items.

Skill: Basic Cooking (LV: 1)

Skill Description: You can cook delicious food. Increasing skill level reduces the probability of cooking failure and slightly improves the tastiness of the food.

Fang Heng tried clenching his fist to feel the changes in his body.

It seems...

It seems his strength has increased just a little bit?

What the hell!

Nearly ten million dumped in, why didn't he feel anything?

Seeing that it was getting late, Fang Heng didn't delay any longer. He rode his mountain bike back to the cabin, planning to study it properly once he returned.

...

Inside the cabin.

Liao Bufan watched eagerly as Fang Heng opened packages of frozen dumplings and tossed them into a boiling pot.

He swallowed his saliva.

Fragrant!

So fragrant!

The aroma drilled straight into his nose.

In comparison, the two baked potatoes in his hand were simply bland and tasteless.

Looking up, Liao Bufan said seriously, "Fang Heng, I've decided to stick with you in the game from now on."

"Sure."

Fang Heng shrugged; having an extra tool man was fine.

"You have to provide food!"

"Deal."

"Great!"

Liao Bufan waved his fist in excitement!

He had dumplings to eat tonight.

Jimmy took a sip of hot tea and said, "Fang Heng, I might not have much time in the game during the day, so I'll leave that time to you."

"It's only right."

Fang Heng added in his heart, "It's all work, after all, the monthly salary is 30,000."

"My talent allows me to craft crossbows. Due to energy limitations, I can't craft many per day."

"Thanks, this will be a huge help!"

In the early stages of the game, crossbows were an extremely effective means of attack for hunting, dealing with zombies, or handling other hostile survivors.

In the game, Jimmy probably didn't want to reveal his real-world identity, so he didn't like to talk much. He nodded slightly.

At first, Jimmy had scoffed at Fang Heng's plan to build a shelter in the game.

But now Jimmy knew that behind Fang Heng's shelter construction, there must be support from the Huangming Game Company.

Jimmy didn't mind giving a little help where he could.

The dumplings were soon cooked.

Lacking bowls and chopsticks, the group simply used glass jars to divide the dumplings.

While players outside were still going hungry, they were already able to hide in a system shelter and boil dumplings to eat.

Thinking of this, Liao Bufan was exceptionally excited. He ate one dumpling after another, not forgetting to offer a suggestion.

"It's a pity there's no vinegar, otherwise it would be perfect."

"You're so fussy," Liu Lin coughed lightly and said, "Fang Heng, during the day, Liao Bufan and I searched about twenty kilometers to the west."

"We noticed two system shelters with player survivors living inside. I've communicated with the survivors and plan to bring a small amount of food tomorrow to trade for cast iron and nails."

"Also, we found an abandoned prison. There were so many zombies locked inside, it was terrifying."

Liao Bufan swallowed a dumpling and added, "I think that's the biggest threat. Once the zombies inside escape, I reckon we'll be implicated too. We have to be on guard."

Fang Heng keenly sensed something and suddenly looked up.

"A prison!?"

"Yeah, everyone inside was infected. I originally wanted to get closer to see if I could scavenge any weapons."

"Good grief, as soon as we got close, dense swarms of zombies poured out of the building. There were at least a few thousand. Fortunately, they were blocked by the barbed wire outside."

Liao Bufan looked like he still had lingering fears.

"The barbed wire didn't look very sturdy, I'm glad we slipped away fast."

Fang Heng nodded in thought, "That actually sounds like a good location to build a shelter."

"What?"

Liao Bufan froze, the speed at which he was feeding dumplings into his mouth slowing down.

He thought Fang Heng must be crazy.

"Brother, you don't mean you want to build a shelter in a prison, do you! Abandon this unrealistic idea!"

"Why?"

Fang Heng looked up and asked in return, "Don't you think a prison is great? Relying on the prison for outer defense, building a primary shelter inside—double protection, double safety. We can slowly expand outward later."

"Brother, stop joking."

"Building a shelter relying on a prison means we'd need to reinforce the outer prison perimeter all over again."

"The prison area is too large; it would consume a massive amount of our manpower and resources."

After finishing this analysis, Liao Bufan stuffed a dumpling into his mouth quite smugly, waiting for the others to shout "666."

But he didn't get it.

After a long while, Jimmy took a sip of soup and said, "Young man, we aren't short on materials right now."

"Uh..."

Liao Bufan was speechless for a moment.

He glanced at the materials piled up in half the cabin and couldn't help but scratch his head.

"Fine, even so, how do you plan to deal with the zombies in the prison?"

"Don't worry about that, I have a plan."

Fang Heng was confident.

Zombies?

Of course, he was going to stab them all to death!

"Fang Heng, you didn't see the situation at the time. The prison is huge. There are at least three or four thousand zombies inside. They aren't that easy to deal with."

"Hmm, I'll be careful."

Fang Heng remained calm on the surface, but his heart was already blooming with joy.

Three or four thousand zombies—that was seven or eight thousand survival points!

He wished there were as many zombies as possible!

It would be best to gather ten thousand survival points and buy all the modified motorcycles and furnaces from the Doomsday Merchant...

Liu Lin and Liao Bufan looked at each other; they both saw the indifferent look on Fang Heng's face.

Could he really have a way to deal with the zombies?

(End of chapter)