Huang Ju's standard armor was completely battered and many of its systems were damaged. Under his high-intensity use, his four energy blocks had run out half a month ago. The replacement missiles had long since been used up, and while he had a little over two hundred bullets left, the rifle's remaining battery could probably only fire fifty more rounds. This armor had completely been reduced to serving a purely defensive purpose, and most of the time he had to rely on magic and a standard spear to fight.
It was almost over, just two more days left.
These past few days had undoubtedly been the best tempering for his combat and survival skills. Narrow escapes from death time and time again made him feel as though he had rediscovered the tension of surviving in a city of zombies as an ordinary person right after the outbreak of the Great Calamity.
The surrounding area was filled almost entirely with monsters no inferior to himself, and the further forward he went, the more terrifying these monsters became.
True, he was an elite imperial soldier, but such omnipresent, nerve-wracking tension was something he had rarely experienced before. Here, he had no choice but to put survival in first place, carefully concealing his tracks, dodging enemies, and remaining vigilant against all surrounding movements. Even when snatching a quick nap, he had to find a good spot and set up warning traps. Gradually, he felt as though he too had transformed into a hunter. Although his strength had not increased by much, he felt more and more at ease.
He had grown accustomed to the rules of this place and increasingly familiar with his own power. He applied his combat skills with growing mastery, knowing how to evade formidable foes and how to hunt.