Cleaning Zombies

The hotel had elevators and an independent power system, and they were completely operational now, but An Yang did not dare to use them, choosing the safer stairs instead.

After all, elevators were too unpredictable and uncontrollable; if he went down to a certain floor and the doors opened to a horde of zombies, it would be over.

An Yang took out his phone and glanced at it; the data on it was 4/5000. He put the phone away and continued downward by the light of the emergency lamps.

He still had a long way to go!

He did not know where the hotel's storage room was, so what he lacked the most right now was actually food. The snacks and biscuits in the hotel could fill his stomach, but they could not replace a proper meal. There was also food in his Portable Space, but it could only serve as an emergency supply.

When it all came down to it, he was not in the apocalypse for survival, but for his missions and the Second System operating independently outside. In this regard, he was different from everyone else in this world, and different goals created different methods.

Fortunately, the other subsystems were almost completely independent. Mutual influence, communication, and even connection all required the Time-Space Travel Phone in his hand. The phone was the main system, or rather the central system, and possessed the ability to regulate the other systems, whereas the other subsystems were merely components with independent functions. From this perspective, he held the initiative.

So there was no need to rush.

There was a small supermarket next to the hotel, and there should be quite a few things inside, such as vacuum-packed chicken drumsticks, pig trotters, beef jerky, and the like, as well as ham sausages, bread, instant noodles, and high-calorie chocolate and candy...

An Yang had already checked it out from his suite. There weren't many zombies wandering the streets during the day, especially right around the hotel entrance, and there would be even fewer today than yesterday, but he didn't dare to take risks and needed to scout out the situation first.

At this moment, he was wearing the camouflage combat uniform from the Escape from the Amazon world, and on his feet were a pair of tactical boots. Not only was he light on his feet, but he also walked without making a single sound.

Suddenly, a creaking sound came from ahead, along with the sound of chewing and swallowing, accompanied by unconscious low growls that made one's scalp tingle in the dim hallway.

An Yang hid behind the corner and looked forward. He saw a fat, big-eared zombie with its back to him, while in front of it lay a corpse wearing an ultra-short skirt and black silk stockings. The summer temperature was very high, and the corpse was emitting a strong, foul stench.

Crunch, crunch... Roar...

The zombie was still feasting away on its own, seemingly chewing on the woman's bones.

An Yang quietly approached, gripping his battle saber in both hands.

As if it had heard or smelled something, the zombie's movements suddenly halted. It turned its head, revealing a ferocious face and a mouthful of sharp teeth.

"Roar!"

The hand rose and the blade fell, with absolute precision!

"Plop!"

A head rolled to the ground, but this roar spread through the silent hotel like a stone causing a thousand ripples. Countless angry roars came from the hallways and rooms below, making one feel as if they were right in a zombie lair and sending chills down their spine.

Three figures suddenly appeared below, and the moment they caught sight of him, they lunged forward like they had been injected with adrenaline.

An Yang glanced left and right, quickly making the best judgment. The hallway was narrow, and no matter how good his martial arts skills were, he wouldn't be able to display them; it was definitely not suitable for close-quarters combat against such crazy monsters as zombies. His only advantage was having the high ground.

He had just wanted to take out his pistol, but then abandoned the idea and gripped his battle saber tightly instead.

Since the three zombies did not rush up together, this gave him an opportunity to show off his skills.

It was time to test his technique!

An Yang's hand holding the battle saber trembled slightly. The muscles in his arm bulged one by one, and the lean muscles on his upper body swelled up, growing strong and powerful.

"Plop!"

With a clean and crisp vertical slash, he split the first zombie's head in two, and dark red, foul-smelling blood spurted out.

The second and third zombies marched almost side by side, bloodstains hanging from their teeth.

An Yang pulled his battle saber out with a fierce exertion of force, and with a kick infused with all his strength, he sent one of the zombies flying backward, rolling down the stairs.

"Bang!"

Immediately following that, he keenly sidestepped backward to dodge the third zombie's claws, delivered a powerful diagonal slash to sever both of its hands, and then swept horizontally with another slash to cut off its neck.

Only then did he let out a breath, his highly tensed nerves relaxing.

As for the remaining zombie, it was no longer a cause for concern and was dispatched with a single slash.

An Yang took a deep breath, removed the crystals from the brains of these zombies, glanced at the woman's corpse with her brain and upper body eaten away, and walked swiftly downward.

Judging from the current situation, the effect of Intermediate Melee Weapon Mastery was quite good, and having twice the brainpower of an ordinary person was also very useful—especially his reaction time, which made him exceptionally handy in combat.

He only now discovered that these monsters weren't as terrifying as he had imagined; as long as he found the right method, they were still quite easy to deal with. Their lack of fear of death was an advantage, but it was also a weakness.

At this moment, roars sounded from every floor. There was no telling how many zombies were locked in the rooms, and the entire hotel was like a massive prison. An Yang walked among them with a tingling scalp, constantly feeling as though a zombie would jump out from the walls.

Just as he walked down the stairs, he encountered another half-eaten corpse, covered in mangled flesh and blood.

He frowned and walked away quickly.

It wasn't until he reached the bottom floor lobby of the hotel that he spotted the figures of zombies: two security guards and two female receptionists, along with a pile of bloody bones in the center of the lobby.

Four zombies!

Fortunately, the space in the lobby was large enough for him to maneuver. The burst speeds of male and female zombies were definitely different, so as long as he kept his distance, he could still deal with them.

Thinking thus, An Yang did not hesitate any longer. He suddenly hunched his waist and charged fiercely toward the two female zombies like a leopard, bringing his blade down to sever one female zombie's head, kicking the other female zombie flying, and raising his blade to chop off her head.

Twice the speed of an ordinary person was truly extraordinary!

It was only then that the two male zombies reacted and immediately lunged toward him.

"Roar!"

An Yang gripped his battle saber, his 2.0 brainpower spinning at high speed and his reaction time fully utilized. He charged forward for a short distance, executed a swift cross-pass to brush past a zombie, and his battle saber had already slashed across with perfect execution.

"Bang."

The first zombie fell to the ground.

An Yang breathed out a sigh of relief and turned to face the second zombie.

He continued with a one-hit kill!

Under single-combat conditions, the zombies' physical attributes in every aspect were far inferior to his, posing no threat to him whatsoever.

An Yang removed the crystals from the four zombies one by one. The data on his phone was now 12/5000. He stood in the lobby to catch his breath, but inadvertently noticed that the camouflage uniform around his waist was torn.

His face instantly turned deathly pale!

When had this happened?!

Could it have been just now?

To have his camouflage uniform torn during the struggle with the zombies meant he had brushed shoulders with death!

An Yang's expression grew solemn. It seemed his techniques were still not up to par, and he couldn't take on multiple opponents at once. He would have to be even more careful in the future and must never take risks unless absolutely necessary.

Walking on tiptoe to the entrance of the hotel lobby, he pressed against the wall as he exited, walked quickly down the steps, and saw no trace of zombies.

It wasn't until he crossed the greenbelt to reach the hotel entrance and eliminated the gate guard with lightning speed that he saw a few zombies wandering the street through the guard room window.

With the obstruction of the retractable iron gate, these zombies wouldn't easily get in.

If he took out his pistol or took another risk to kill these few zombies, it would be fine, but he was afraid of attracting more zombies, so he had no choice but to stealthily stick his head out to observe the surroundings and plan accordingly.

His eyes suddenly lit up when he saw a black backpack on the ground, filled with a pile of vacuum-packed cooked food and meat products, with salted chicken drumsticks scattered all over the floor. It seemed to have been dropped by someone fleeing in a hurry.

"Huh?"

Heaven helps those who help themselves!

The zombies on the street were already sparse, and the Great Calamity had triggered quite a bit of chaos when it broke out. A number of vehicles were parked haphazardly at the hotel entrance and could serve as cover—it was simply an exceptional opportunity.

He didn't even need to risk going to the supermarket!

Thinking and acting in the same breath, An Yang quickly climbed over the retractable iron gate, walked over hunched low, and picked up the cooked food on the ground to stuff into his bag. A moment later, he picked up the backpack and left.

He flicked his sleeves, not taking away a single cloud.

Passing through the park-like hotel grounds, he arrived at the entrance of the accommodation building's lobby, but a window on the upper floor suddenly flew open, giving him a fright.

A delicate-looking woman poked her head out and screamed heart-rendingly the moment she saw him.

"Hey, hey, mister, save me!"

An Yang was stunned, stopped in his tracks, and glanced up at her.

"You're a survivor too?"

"Yeah, yeah! I'm starving to death. Can you give me something to eat first and we'll talk?"

"Forget it, there's nothing to talk about."

An Yang shook his head, took two chicken drumsticks out of his backpack, and threw them up. He paid her no more mind, stepped straight into the lobby, and headed upstairs.

Fumbling for his room card, he suddenly froze as he passed the cleaner zombie.

If he remembered correctly, hotel cleaners supposedly all carried a Master Key Card that could unlock every single door!

An Yang gave himself a fierce smack on the forehead. How could he have forgotten about this?

If that was the case, why would he ever need to risk going to the supermarket? With so many rooms in the hotel, even if he only took the instant noodles and vacuum-packed food inside, it would definitely be enough for him to eat for a month.

And so, forcing down his nausea, he bent down and searched all over the zombie's body, finally finding a blue room card. He found a random door and swiped it. With a beep-beep-beep sound, it unlocked.

There were no zombies inside, nor any people—it was an empty suite.

An Yang walked right in, threw his backpack onto the sofa, and went back to his original room to haul all the food he had scavenged over, considering it a relocation to this room.

"Rip..."

A bag of roast chicken was torn open.

In the afternoon, a figure sat cross-legged in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, holding two crystals in his hands.

"Hoo..."

An Yang slowly opened his eyes, exhaling a breath of stale air that rolled into a clump in the air and refused to dissipate.

Crystals really did help with cultivation, but their effect wasn't as great as he had imagined. Still, it was much better than cultivating alone in the park, and if the quantity was large, the effect might be even better.

"Forget it, the mission is more important!"

An Yang put away the two crystals, picked up the Master Key Card, walked out of the room, and gripped his battle saber tightly as he began clearing the zombies in the other rooms one by one, while also collecting the food from those rooms one by one.

By nightfall, this floor had been completely cleared.

There were not many suites that had been occupied; only four had zombies, and he had taken them all down one by one.

At this moment, the data on his phone had changed to 23/5000.

Just as he cleared the very last room, he discovered a survivor.