After easily dealing with the zombie in the room and using his foot to push its corpse and head out the door, Wang Zhifan took out two packs of tissues he had collected from the supermarket from his personal storage. Wearing gloves, he meticulously wiped away the traces left from killing the zombie, as well as his shoes. Then he cleaned the sofa, tables, and chairs in the room once more, stuffing all the trash, including the used tissues, into a trash can and dumping it in the hallway outside.
After completing this basic cleanup, he tightly shut the door to the boss's office and officially began his shut-in life.
"I got the basic survival supplies, safety, a room with a broad view that's concealed and easy to escape from—all within an hour. It's hard to believe this is the Cataclysm Dungeon so many players fear."
Everything had gone too smoothly. There was no sense of being in a perilous survival dungeon at all. Standing before the glass curtain wall of the boss's office, Wang Zhifan observed the wide street outside, the zombies gathered at the building entrance, and the scattered zombies wandering farther down the road. He felt a strong sense of unreality.
He was clearly surrounded by dangers in the eyes of the world, yet there was not the slightest actual danger. He could even eat and drink as he pleased, stand if he wanted to stand, and lie down if he wanted to lie down.
"Three days isn't a short time. I can't just waste it. I should spend the rest of the time properly cultivating the Great Dream Saber Scripture."
After giving it some thought, Wang Zhifan felt that he could not be too lax. He still had many things to do, and he could not