Somewhere in an underground parking lot.
The entrance was extremely dim. Many zombies loitered at the entrance. This group of zombies had no method, no rationality, as if affected by some special influence, limping from this side to that, then turning back to walk the path they just came from.
Like patrolling guards.
At this time, the zombie that Lam Pham encountered earlier limped over from the distance, heading towards the dim entrance. The dark environment exuded a rotten smell. The entire environmental style was very deep; the ground was very damp, didn't look like blood, but rather a very sticky unknown liquid.
"Ugh ugh..."
Zombie roars were everywhere. They loitered here, as if knowing this was their main base. That strange zombie continued towards the depths of the parking lot.
The dim environment hadn't reached the point of being unable to see one's five fingers, but if ordinary people came here, wanting to see the surrounding environment clearly would require their eyes to adapt for a period; otherwise, it would be like being blind, fumbling along.
Drip! Drip! Drip!
The sound of sticky liquid dripping.
In the deepest corner, a writhing meatball appeared. This meatball was connected to the walls on both sides of the corner, its specific appearance no longer discernible, just the largest meatball. Looking closely, one could see the meatball moving, its surface flowing with sticky liquid.
How exactly it was formed, no one knew.
"Ugh ugh..."
The approaching zombie walked before the meatball, emitting low roars.
Instantly, a bright red tentacle emerged from within the meatball, enveloping this zombie in mid-air. The tentacle, as if possessing sentience, inserted itself into the zombie's mouth, extending all the way into its body.
After a moment.
This zombie was placed on the ground, limping towards the outside.
At this time, a piercing shriek erupted from within the meatball, spreading in all directions. In the basement, the sound traveled further and further. All zombies hearing the sound became agitated, their "Ugh ugh" roars incessant.
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Nighttime.
The moon hung high in the sky.
Lam Pham waited on the balcony, looking at the night view outside. The afternoon's harvest wasn't too good; only met one survivor.
But the opponent's vigilance was very high.
Or rather, the opponent's living standard was very good, fundamentally not thinking of changing places. Encountering this situation, he could only regretfully leave.
Previously, when the apocalypse just began, could still see faint lights in the distance. But now... the entire city was plunged into darkness. Besides the moonlight's shroud, where else was there twilight?
Cool wind blew, heart calming.
"In the apocalypse, what I do now is to find more friendly survivors. I want to gather the survivors who harbor hope. A single spark can start a prairie fire. Everyone is the prairie, and I am that Spark of Fire. When ignited, will erupt with unimaginable heat."
Lam Pham looked at the pitch-black distance, then thought of what the young survivor said during the day.
Private corporate armed forces are capturing people.
Test subjects?
Thinking of those movies he watched, indeed this possibility exists.
"I must proactively find this private corporation, see what exactly they are doing. If they really treat survivors as test subjects, definitely cannot be forgiven."
From the beginning of the apocalypse until now.
He finally confirmed one thing, something he thought about proactively seeking out.
In the room.
Lying on the bed, looking at Manh Manh sleeping soundly beside him, tucked in the quilt, revealed a smile. Being able to grow up well is what makes him happiest.
Closed his eyes.
Entered sweet dreams.
As if a long time passed, Lam Pham's eyelids twitched slightly. The "Ugh ugh" sounds outside grew more concentrated, more powerful, as if approaching from afar, the entire street in turmoil.
Lam Pham's eyes snapped open.
Bare-chested.
Quickly walked to the balcony, looked down below.
"Ugh ugh... Roar!"
Many zombies were leaning towards this side of Duong Quang Apartments' street, a dense mass of black shadows, giving people an extremely strong sense of oppression.
"Why are there so many zombies?" Lam Pham muttered.
Clearly cleaned up many zombies before. Perhaps among all city streets, Duong Quang Apartments' street had the fewest zombies. But the current situation was already impossible.
The zombies' "Ugh ugh" sounds grew more powerful.
Old man Vuong and the others were awakened.
"So many zombies! This number is a bit frightening!" Old man Vuong frowned. To say such a large number, it was still like when Duong Tue gave birth.
Co Hang was instantly awakened.
When he saw the situation downstairs, felt very uneasy. His first thought was, the baby absolutely cannot cry, otherwise the crying will surely make the zombies go crazy.
The number of zombies downstairs was very large, capable of stacking Arhats; the residential area's iron gate couldn't stop them.
What one fears, often comes true.
The sound of a baby crying rang out.
The sound came from Duong Tue's room.
A newborn baby's sleep is very light, very easily awakened. Not to mention the zombies' "Ugh ugh" sounds gathered together, the volume naturally even louder.
The zombies gathered on the street, hearing the baby's cry, instantly became violent.
Their roars grew louder.
Each one as if its primitive ferocity was activated, rushing towards the source of the sound.
Just then.
A figure descended from the sky. He carried a sword, bare-chested. Under the moonlight's shroud, his body radiated light, the sword in his hand glinting with cold light.
"You group of zombies are really too annoying! Middle of the night, very easy to affect the children's sleep! They still have to go to school tomorrow!"
Lam Pham expressed dissatisfaction with this group of zombies' behavior.
Even if coming during the day, would be better than coming at night.
The zombies noticed the figure descending from the sky. They wouldn't think, why is this flesh and blood descending from the sky so awesome? Instead, for them, this was delicious flesh and blood. A good feast was enough; other things unimportant.
Landed on the ground.
Swung Frostmourne in his hand. A silvery halo, with him at the center, formed a circle, expanding outwards.
Pfft!
Pfft!
A group of zombies was cut in half at the waist, sticky blood splashing in all directions.
[Kill Zombie] [Points +1]
The only change this group of zombies could bring him was that the points were increasing, giving him a feeling of playing a game.
Lam Pham felt really annoyed.
Duong Quang Apartments was his turf. He was the residential area's security guard. But the environment was polluted; the cleaner would surely be him. Transporting corpses was very tiring; renting a water truck was also a troublesome matter.
"You guys really are..."
Lam Pham didn't want to speak vulgarities, could only swing Frostmourne in his hand, emotionlessly slaughtering the attacking zombies. He knew the number of zombies was limited; the extreme limit was the total global population. Killing several billion zombies could restore peace to the world.
Of course, this was impossible, because he believed there would definitely be many survivors.
Upstairs.
Co Hang, Tran Hac, Vuong Khai respectively watched the situation downstairs. Their mouths agape, very shocked. Even though seen many times, but every time seeing this scene, always felt it was a soul-stirring spectacle.
When the current world faces difficulties, a savior will appear. He will lead the remaining people to achieve new victories.
That's right.
For them, Lam Pham was the savior in their hearts.
Duong Tue hugged the child, coaxing him, looking at the situation downstairs. This was the first time she saw it. That one time, she fundamentally didn't know how terrifying the situation was then.
"Bro Hang, is this what you always told me, the situation I encountered that day?" Duong Tue asked in shock.
Co Hang said, "Yes, no mistake. This is exactly like when you gave birth that day. Just that I don't understand, why would zombies suddenly wander here, and in such large numbers? This is very unusual."
He looked around.
Always searching for special type zombies. He considered this situation as caused by special type zombies. No piercing shriek sound, then not caused by the zombie seen last time.
In his view, this group of zombies didn't come following sound, more like came with a purposeful organization. If so, then the danger within would be even greater.
Just that until now, he also didn't know what the situation was.
At this time.
The ground trembled slightly. Chaos appeared within the zombie horde. A large-physiqued zombie charged recklessly, knocking zombies blocking its path to both sides. Some were directly trampled underfoot. This was a Strength-type zombie.
The Strength-type zombie seemed to know how to use surrounding props as weapons.
Actually picked up a sedan, smashing it towards Lam Pham in the center of the zombies.
"Roar..."
The Strength-type zombie roared, both hands forcefully throwing. The sedan tumbled in mid-air. Just as it was about to hit Lam Pham, only saw a silver light flash, directly splitting the sedan in half, sliding off to both sides, uselessly crushing a group of zombies.
The Strength-type zombie, seeing this scene, roared savagely. Its ugly form continued to charge recklessly, swinging its fist towards Lam Pham. Such a punch's destructive power was extremely strong; even a cement pillar could be smashed.
Even the reinforced iron gate, before this Strength-type zombie's fist, probably couldn't hold.
Lam Pham felt the fist pressure from behind, turned around, one fist colliding head-on with the opponent. Thump! The Strength-type zombie flew out, its huge physique thrown very far, crushing many zombies along the way.
[Kill Strength-type Zombie] [Points +3]
For Lam Pham, zombies were all the same. Basically never encountered one that made him feel difficult to deal with. Regardless of great strength, fast speed, or being able to shriek piercingly, none had any effect on him.
"What is that?"
Co Hang, waiting upstairs, saw in the zombie horde not far away, a very strange zombie appeared. This was different from the Speed-type zombie he saw before.
The zombie before him still walked on all fours, but this was inverted. This zombie's abdomen faced upwards, back towards the ground. And at its crotch, extended a very long weapon, very long, about two or three meters, like a split mouth, covered in sharp teeth, also dripping sticky fluid, very agile.
"What the f*** kind of zombie is this?"
Co Hang stared. The zombies' appearances increasingly surpassed his imagination, feeling stranger and stranger, more and more terrifying.
Even more so, he found this zombie's speed was actually faster than the Speed-type zombie. This truly exceeded his imagination.
Lam Pham, who was swinging and slashing zombies, casually reaping, when seeing such a strange zombie, wasn't really surprised, just felt it was a really strange zombie. Still swung his sword, Frostmourne's silver light swept horizontally, directly cleaving such a strange zombie in two.
[Kill Speed-type Zombie] [Points +4]
Mm... still Speed-type zombie, but point increase different.
He didn't think much, continued reaping.
At this time, within the zombie horde, another special zombie appeared. This zombie's physique was bloated and fat, yet waddled with light, brisk steps, rushing towards Lam Pham's side.
Lam Pham turned, one sword swing. Seeing the fat zombie appear, also a bit surprised, but already chopped down from its head, cleaving this zombie in two. In an instant, thump! A loud explosion erupted. A powerful shockwave enveloped, blasting surrounding zombies aside. Co Hang and the others standing upstairs only felt the floor shaking, windows rattling violently.
[Kill Self-destructing type Zombie] [Points +3]
Co Hang stared wide-eyed. Such impact force! If an ordinary person was within three meters, would absolutely have internal organs shattered. This was a self-destructing zombie!
He hurriedly looked towards Lam Pham, unexpectedly found Lam Pham unaffected in the slightest, still swinging and slashing, as if the impact just now fundamentally caused him no harm whatsoever.
After a moment.
Quiet.
The scene thoroughly quieted down.
Lam Pham looked at the surrounding situation, sighed, an indescribable melancholy. Is this something a human can do? So many zombie corpses, so much sticky fluid, caused extremely terrible impact on the residential area's street environment.
Suddenly.
He saw at the far end, a zombie stood in place, always watching, didn't charge like a wild beast upon seeing him, just like the zombie seen during the day.
No, that seemed to be precisely the zombie seen during the day.
His feet stomped the ground. Thump! At extreme speed, charged towards that zombie wanting to turn and flee. Frostmourne in his hand swung towards the zombie. Pfft! Cleaved the zombie seen during the day in half at the waist.
[Kill Monitoring-type Zombie] [Points +2]
Monitoring-type?
Lam Pham thought, Could it be this zombie just obediently watches from the side, then upon seeing survivors, leads zombies here?
Very likely so.
Resolved the zombies.
He looked at his own condition, stained with sticky fluid, really disgusting. Just wanted to return to shower and sleep. Frostmourne in his hand, after this battle, seemed even more dazzling, more brilliant.
Looked several times; shouldn't be an illusion.
Walked towards the residential area.
What about the situation outside?
What else could be done?
Can only clean it up properly tomorrow. Truly a terrible mess.
Phi Phi and the others were all watching.
Phi Phi: Dare not provoke Uncle Lam. No matter what he buys, I must like it. Mm, just especially like it. Dinh Dinh: Uncle Lam is truly, truly formidable! Co Tu Thanh: So strong! Nhan Ny Ny: YYDS! (Eternal God) To Tieu Hieu: I, who judged others by appearance, deserve no sympathy.
After returning, told everyone it was okay, continue sleeping. He returned home, went into the shower room, washed off the sticky fluid on his body. Cleaning up the zombies outside didn't make him feel tired, just that the quantity was too large, making Duong Quang Apartments' environment seem not so beautiful.
While showering, added points.
This is like playing a game. Kill zombies to get points, then can strengthen.
[Name]: Lam Pham. [Strength]: 900. (Superhuman) [Stamina]: 700. (Superhuman) [Speed]: 600. (Superhuman) [Points]: 6.
He wanted to see round numbers. Six extra points, keep them for now. Didn't want to go out looking for four zombies; truly very troublesome.
As points were added, he found the water rinsing his body seemed to exude a special texture. Might be an illusion, but just felt like it.
Clenched both fists, could feel abundant strength. Given the current situation, one punch killing thirty oxen definitely wouldn't be excessive.
Room 204.
Co Hang was wide awake.
Holding a notebook, thought of the special type zombies seen just now, continued classifying and organizing.
[Zombie similar to Speed-type, body inverted, a several-meter-long, split mouth covered in sharp teeth extends from crotch, agile, versatile, danger level stronger than previously seen Speed-type zombie. I call it Crotch-Mouth Speed-type Zombie.] (Note: "Khóe miệng tốc độ hình" literally translates to "corner of mouth speed type" but the description clearly indicates the "mouth" is at the crotch. "Crotch-Mouth" is more descriptive of the text.)
[Fat-physiqued zombie, belly plump, round, runs somewhat comically. When exploding, can generate shockwave. Based on my many years of soldiering experience, such impact intensity, no one survives within three meters. Beyond three meters, might have a chance of survival, but still will be injured by the impact. I call it Self-destructing Impact-type Zombie.]
Co Hang looked at the recorded content.
Pondered.
Increasingly felt worried.
As strange zombies continuously appeared, and their various harm levels were clearly more terrifying than ordinary zombies, this was enough to prove that the evolutionary path of zombie mutation was diversified, multifaceted, absolutely not advancing in one direction.
What made him even more worried was.
What is the basis of zombie mutation?
Did mutated zombies appear when the apocalypse descended, or is it that the longer zombies survive, the more likely they are to mutate? If so, doesn't this mean, given enough time, all zombies can turn into mutated zombies?
If really like this.
According to Co Hang, humanity might really have no hope. After all, the only one who can fight zombies is Lam Pham alone. And Lam Pham is unique, cannot be replicated.
Carrying various worries, Co Hang rubbed his temples, not knowing what to do.
Early morning!
A sedan drove on the street, slowly entering Duong Quang Apartments.
Te Thinh was scared stiff by the street scene.
Covered in fragmented zombie corpses.
His mouth agape, eyes dazed, a kind of self-doubt.
Is this the hope-filled Duong Quang Apartments?
Why does it feel somewhat terrifying?