Presidential Suite

A lavishly decorated living room, An Yang's figure materialized out of thin air. The moment he landed, he nimbly leaped to the wall, a black pistol fitted with a suppressor appearing in his hand, his expression wary.

Click.

The pistol's safety was off. He swept his gaze across the living room, then let out a breath, lowering the pistol and beginning to survey the empty room.

The system's coordinate positioning had a certain strategy; it generally wouldn't teleport him directly to a dangerous place, nor to a place with people. Even if there were people, it would use means to ensure no one noticed his sudden appearance.

Just like now.

The light was slightly dim.

What met his eyes was a wide leather sofa, large enough to be a bed, along with an ultra-thin LCD TV, a coffee table, an air conditioner, a computer, and everything else one could need. Beside it was a huge floor-to-ceiling window covered by curtains. He could imagine that if he lay on the sofa on a summer night, he would only need to turn his head to see the starry sky.

Gilded door handles, crystal chandeliers, marble floors, silk curtains...

Luxurious!

That was An Yang's first impression.

He walked a circle in the living room, inspected the kitchen and bathroom. There were two bedrooms nearby, but he didn't open them, because he realized this wasn't a private residence, but a luxury hotel suite. It even included a sauna room, a jacuzzi bathtub, a six-person dining table, an independent leisure area, and a private fitness zone with a treadmill.

"Tsk, tsk, nice. They even gave me a Presidential Suite."

An Yang said this as he put the pistol back into his Portable Space, walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, and pulled open the curtains. Light instantly flooded the entire room. But his eyes, looking down, suddenly narrowed.

It really was an Apocalypse World!

The hotel suite was on a high floor. The street below was clogged with cars strewn about haphazardly, like the scene of the biggest traffic accident in history. Many luxury cars had been reduced to scrap metal, and some were even emitting wisps of smoke.

Looking closely, countless figures wandered the streets, dazed and sluggish, their movements stiff. Presumably, these were the legendary zombies. But standing this high up looking down, he didn't have to worry about the zombies spotting him.

"Hm?"

An Yang frowned. Judging by this scene, the Great Calamity didn't seem to have happened long ago. He simply pulled over the chair from in front of the computer and sat down directly in front of the floor-to-ceiling window to look down.

In general, this was a world parallel to Earth. The language and script were universal, including history and culture, which had many overlapping points. Perhaps the biggest difference now was that this world had erupted in an apocalyptic crisis that nearly destroyed humanity!

The zombies on the street were sluggish, as if devoid of any strength. But soon, An Yang witnessed their ferocity and explosive power.

Several figures, using cars for cover, quickly crossed the street. Their target seemed to be the supermarket next to the hotel. But they had barely taken a few steps when the zombies on the street noticed them.

"Roar!"

With a single roar, a zombie that had been stumbling around suddenly seemed to get a shot of adrenaline, charging at the figures with the speed of a hundred-meter sprinter, pouncing instantly.

At the same time, the zombies on the street all turned their heads, surging toward the few people like a tide.

Seeing this, An Yang put down the Sniper Rifle he had just picked up. It seemed the Great Calamity really hadn't happened long ago, judging by these inexperienced people.

"Ah..."

"Roar!"

A piercing scream tore through the air, followed by the excited roar of a zombie. An Yang quickly raised his Sniper Rifle, using the scope to zoom in.

He saw a middle-aged male zombie in a suit and tie pounce on a young man covered in tattoos, dressed like a thug. Its claws were sharp and curved like iron hooks, its eyes bloodshot. Its sharp teeth bit down fiercely, easily tearing off a large strip of flesh, blood splattering everywhere.

Then several zombies swarmed in, surrounding the young man layer by layer, pouncing on him like mad to tear at his flesh. The screams abruptly stopped, leaving only the excited roars of the zombies.

And more zombies were still chasing the remaining humans. The commotion grew louder and louder, and soon the zombie horde ahead had blocked the street. The few survivors fled into a restaurant, quickly closing the glass door and blocking it with tables.

More and more zombies gathered here. Some, ravenously hungry, rammed the restaurant's glass door frantically, soon cracking it.

Through the scope, he could see the desperate, panicked expressions on the faces of the survivors inside the restaurant, struggling to hold the glass door shut.

No way out!

An Yang already knew their fate.

Zooming in made it clearer. This short stretch of street was a living hell. The road was covered in dark red bloodstains and human remains, even rotting intestines.

From inside the cars came the occasional sound of pounding on windows—those were the unlucky ones who hadn't been able to resist the virus but were trapped inside their vehicles. Some cars had their windshields smashed in by brute force, the hoods covered in dark red bloodstains, flies buzzing above.

He could guess easily: these must have been survivors trapped on the street, discovered by zombies and dragged out. Their end was predictable—torn apart and eaten.

Not long after, a miserable scream came from below.

"Ah...!"

An Yang moved his scope over. The young man from before was gone. In his place was only a pile of bloody bones covered in shreds of flesh. A zombie was clutching a handful of entrails, gnawing away, its rotting face smeared with gore.

"I..."

An Yang nearly threw up, but he didn't rush to look away. He had to get used to it; otherwise, he wouldn't be able to handle such scenes next time.

As for the restaurant, the glass door had been shattered. The narrow restaurant was packed with zombies surging in. He could no longer see the figures of those survivors, only the muffled roars and desperate screams.

They had essentially used their lives to teach An Yang a lesson.

These zombies must have keen senses—either smell or hearing—or they wouldn't have so easily discovered the survivors hiding behind the cars. And while they moved slowly normally, once triggered, their burst speed was terrifying.

Most importantly, these weren't the ordinary zombies from Resident Evil movies that could only win through sheer numbers. They had completely broken away from humanity, with sharp, curved claws like iron hooks and jagged, saw-like teeth, capable of easily tearing through human flesh. Their combat strength surpassed that of an armed adult man.

"Five thousand zombies. Not easy to deal with!"

An Yang thought for a moment, then suddenly opened the floor-to-ceiling window. A wave of hot air blew in. Whether it was psychological or not, he felt the wind carried a stench of rot.

Click!

He pulled back the bolt of the sniper rifle, centered the crosshairs on a zombie's abdomen, and pulled the trigger without hesitation.

"Pew!"

The zombie on the street instantly had its abdomen blown through. The cavitation effect caused by the powerful kinetic energy was extremely terrifying. The zombie fell to the ground, a massive hole in its belly, yet no blood flowed out. It even struggled to stand up, looking around and roaring.

"Roar!"

An Yang waited a full half hour until the zombie staggered away from that stretch of street before he finally confirmed that this fatal shot really hadn't killed it!

Then, he aimed at another zombie's head and shot it in the head with one round. The headless zombie fell to the ground and stopped moving.

"Sigh, just like in novels and movies—you have to hit the head to kill them!"

"I wonder if these things have crystals or something in their brains?"

An Yang put away the sniper rifle, loaded two bullets into the magazine, and tossed it into his Portable Space.

His phone vibrated, and a line of numbers appeared on the screen—

1/5000

"A long road ahead!"

An Yang took a deep breath, adjusted his state, drew his Cold Steel Battle Knife, and began inspecting this two-bedroom, two-living-room Presidential Suite that also came with a kitchen.

There was a fridge next to the dining room, but the power was out here. When he opened the fridge, a puddle of water flowed out. Inside were a few vacuum-packed food items and several bottles of water, all of which he took out.

Besides that, the suite had quite a few extra-charge snacks, like cigarettes, alcohol, bread, ham sausages, instant noodles, and so on. He grabbed anything edible and piled it on the sofa.

Before long, his gaze shifted to the two bedrooms. He gripped his battle knife and walked over.

"Click!"

One bedroom door opened. There was no movement inside, but the sheets were messy, clearly someone had slept here. He just didn't know if that person had fled or gone somewhere else.

An Yang breathed a sigh of relief and swept all the food off the shelves in this bedroom.

"I knew it—why would you give me a Presidential Suite? Turns out someone else booked it!"

For the second room, the moment he touched the doorknob, he sensed something was off.

There seemed to be faint growling inside, but the soundproofing was too strong; the noise coming from this nearly sealed bedroom was already extremely faint.

An Yang gripped the Cold Steel Battle Knife in one hand and gently turned the doorknob with the other, then suddenly kicked the door open while stepping back two paces.

The saying goes, "A skilled person is bold." Well... his skill wasn't that high, and facing zombies for the first time, it was better to be cautious.

As the door opened, the growling became abruptly clear. A female zombie in a white low-cut slip dress stood in the bedroom, one strap hanging down her arm, revealing a sexy black lace bra. But on her, it really didn't come across as sexy.

No matter how sexy she might have been in life, her face was now twisted beyond recognition, covered in blood, her saw-like teeth filled with shreds of meat. Her snow-white chest had an enticing cleavage, but her whole body was covered in worm-like bulging veins.

"Roar~"

The female zombie roared and lunged at him!

An Yang took a deep breath and suddenly kicked out, actually sending the crazily charging zombie flying back. At the same time, he surged forward and slashed fiercely with his knife—precise and explosive!

"Pfft!"

The female zombie's head fell off with the sound, rolling forward with a gurgle, her eyes staring wide open.

"Hiss..."

An Yang sucked in a breath of cold air and rotated his ankle.

"These zombies sure pack a punch!"

"Roar..."

"Hm? Another one?"

An Yang carefully walked deeper into the room, battle knife in hand. He saw a male zombie in tattered casual clothes lying on the ground, roaring nonstop. His body was covered in scratch marks, and his abdomen and one thigh had been eaten clean—clearly the work of the female zombie just now.

"Serves you right for bringing a woman to open a room. Felt pretty good getting eaten, huh?"

An Yang kept muttering to himself, using it to suppress his intense urge to vomit. Then he stepped forward and brought the knife down hard. A round head rolled to the floor, trailing a streak of foul blood.