Greed

Beep. Epic Equipment Soul-Devouring Hand detected as bound. It will drop after the target dies.

Beep. Doomsday Rank Equipment Ring of Judgment (Space Ring) detected as bound. It will drop after the target dies.

His pupils constricted sharply, and his heart pounded wildly.

An intense greed surged within Yu Shihao, and he desperately suppressed the urge to snatch the equipment away.

Unlike the others, who still knew little about the Doomsday Game,

he was not stupid. He usually liked playing games and reading novels, so he accepted the Doomsday Game far faster than these middle-aged people.

The first time he touched an ordinary item, he had keenly realized that equipment existed in the Doomsday Game.

Since it was not exactly hidden information, he also knew what equipment ranks existed.

Epic Rank and Doomsday Rank Equipment!

Even without seeing their attributes, he knew just how absurdly powerful those two pieces of equipment had to be.

Watching Wen Ya hold Lin An in her arms, jealousy rose uncontrollably within him.

Why were we both Players, yet you had equipment, strength, and a beautiful woman in your arms?! While I could only flee from Zombies like a dog!

Kill him!

Kill Lin An! Take his equipment!

Killing intent grew within him as Yu Shihao reluctantly pulled his hand away from the ring.

His breathing quickened.

Once I get that equipment, I'll have power too!

And not just that.

He stood up and covertly eyed Wen Ya's chest, his throat bobbing.

Having rushed downstairs, Wen Ya wore a short-sleeved shirt and hot pants. Her figure was curvaceous, and years of working out had given her an excellent body.

Her long hair was tied into a ponytail, adding a touch of heroic vigor to her naturally youthful aura.

As the former belle of H City's literature department, Wen Ya's beauty went without saying.

Fuck, that was the kind of woman I wanted.

He suddenly remembered Wang Fang, who had died on the eighth floor, and irritation filled his heart.

Compared to Wen Ya, his former "girlfriend" was like heaven and earth.

Wang Fang's venomous glare before she died still made him wake from nightmares every night.

Fuck, that ugly bitch.

She was stupid enough to die herself, and she still had to ruin my dreams!

Kill Lin An.

Then not only would his power be mine, but his woman would be mine too!

He could not help imagining the glory of slaughtering everything after obtaining the equipment, then imagining how the icy-faced Wen Ya before him would moan beneath him.

"Wen Ya, you don't need to worry too much. Brother Lin, he..."

Yu Shihao casually offered a few words of comfort as his right hand moved as if possessed toward Wen Ya, intending to wrap around her shoulder and console her.

When was a woman easiest to win over? When she was helpless!

He was confident that this move never failed.

Swish.

What met him was not a warm body, but an axe blade.

Wen Ya pointed the axe blade in his direction and stared coldly at Yu Shihao, who appeared to mean well.

Her eyes were full of vigilance.

"I don't need your concern. Stay away from me."

Yu Shihao gave an awkward laugh and spread his hands, signaling that he had no other intentions.

Fuck, you bitch.

I'll definitely get you into bed.

"I'll go find some food for Brother Lin and Brother Zhang."

He turned and left, sighing as though deeply hurt.

Second floor, Room 204.

Wen Ya silently watched Lin An, who remained unconscious, her eyes lowered.

Three days had passed since Zhang Tie brought Lin An back, yet neither of them showed the slightest sign of waking up.

Second Uncle and Old Huang stood to one side, comforting the crying You Wei.

At the door, several middle-aged people held half-bottles of water and leftover crackers, looking somewhat dissatisfied.

"Um, Second Uncle. It's not that we want to do anything."

"There isn't much water and food left. Take it if you want it. If you don't, there really won't be any."

The people behind them had found iron chains for locking doors. Afraid there would not be enough, they had even brought over the chains that had once been used to tie up dogs.

"Yeah, they still haven't woken up. Maybe they'll turn into Zombies later! Why waste food on them?!"

The crowd muttered among themselves. The longer it went on, the more uneasy they became.

With Wen Ya and Zhang Tie's group insisting, Lin An had been forcibly fed a large amount of medicine.

In their eyes, Lin An had somehow not become a Zombie yet, but he would not last much longer.

Maybe some medicine had only temporarily taken effect and briefly suppressed the virus.

After all, if it really worked, why had he not woken up yet?

Who knew whether Lin An would turn into a Zombie the next second?

"I say we shouldn't have let him come upstairs in the first place!"

"He's got us all on edge. I haven't slept properly in two days!"

An older middle-aged woman stood with her hands on her hips behind the crowd and shouted,

"We don't owe him anything! It wasn't us who asked him to kill Zombies!"

"Exactly. At most, he did it along the way. It's not like he really came to save us."

Now that it had been confirmed that Lin An and Zhang Tie remained unconscious, everyone was no longer afraid without the deterrence of the two men's martial power.

More and more people gathered. Once they came to their senses, quite a few even suggested throwing them out of the building.

After all, even tying them up with chains would still be extremely risky.

Wen Ya turned around and coldly stared at the people entering the room.

These people came every day to make trouble, but today was even more intense.

The crowd was agitated. Under Director Wang's group's instigation, many people carried Steel Pipes and axes, intending to forcibly throw Lin An out.

"Whoever comes closer dies."

Wen Ya picked up the Fire Axe beside her with both hands. Her slender body looked completely out of place with the axe in her hands.

The crowd snickered.

"Little girl, can you even lift that axe?"

"I'm telling you, this is all the food we have..."

A tattooed man stepped out from the crowd. As one of the few burly men in the hotel, many people who had lost hope of relying on Lin An simply followed him instead.

"Giving food to a few people who are about to die, isn't that just a waste?"

He pulled out a Military Energy Bar from his pocket, broke it apart, and stuffed it into his mouth.

"Fuck, this stuff tastes awful."

Wen Ya's fingers around the axe handle clenched so tightly they turned pale.

The military ration in the man's hand was what Lin An had left for her before departing.

It seemed that all the food in her room had been searched out.

"Give me back the food."

Lin An's breathing was weak now, and he remained unconscious.

Unlike the others, who believed Lin An was unconscious because he was fighting the Zombie Virus,

she had encountered equipment on the first day, just as Yu Shihao had.

Through the System's notifications and her observations, she had keenly noticed that the black Glove on Lin An's hand occasionally drew some unknown energy from his body.

The crimson patterns on the Glove were only a little short of being filled.

Based on her guesses and analysis, Lin An was probably unconscious because the Glove had been continuously drawing energy from him, and he lacked the energy to replenish it.

"Back?"

"Whoever finds it owns it!"

"You want it? Fine. Have a nice chat with me, and maybe I'll give you a little more."

The man wore a lecherous grin as he looked Wen Ya up and down.

On the second day after Zhang Tie returned, Director Wang had joined forces with him to gather up all the food in the hotel.

They distributed it every day according to need, but as for this thing called need...

The tattooed man sneered.

Last night, he had used a bucket of instant noodles to take advantage of a young woman who had starved for two days. It had felt damn good.

"Aren't you afraid Brother Zhang will wake up and settle the score with you?!"

Second Uncle braced himself against the wall and stood upright, glaring angrily at the tattooed man.

Zhang Tie's condition was much better than Lin An's. He had even made noises a day earlier.

Unlike Lin An, whose body bore wounds caused by Zombies, Zhang Tie was intact aside from his already severed arm.

The tattooed man chuckled, though a trace of wariness flashed through his eyes.

If he had not been concerned that Zhang Tie might wake up, and that these people were protecting them, he would have found a way with Director Wang to get Lin An thrown out long ago.

"Beautiful Wen, why bother protecting someone who's about to die?"

"Maybe he'll turn into a Zombie the next second!"

"Why not follow me? You'll eat and drink well."

"Besides, I'm definitely better in bed than he is."

The tattooed man smiled suggestively, then deliberately thrust his hips forward.

Without caring about Wen Ya's reaction, he left with the crowd.

Bang.

The door closed, and the sound of chains came from outside.

"They locked the door!?"

Old Huang hurried to the door. The people outside were wrapping iron chains around it layer by layer.

Wen Ya said nothing. Her previously forced composure turned into desolation and helplessness.

In her arms, Lin An's once fairly sturdy body had become gaunt and skeletal, his face grayish-white.

Wake up soon, Lin An.

I really... don't know what to do anymore.

Wen Ya silently softened her own portion of food in her mouth and fed it to Lin An, then carefully covered his right hand again.

At present, all the food for the five people in the room had been given to Lin An and Zhang Tie. Everyone was starving.

Everyone knew perfectly well that as long as either Zhang Tie or Lin An woke up, the situation would change.

As for the Bandaged Girl lying in the corner, she had awakened on her own the next day.

But no matter what anyone asked her, she gave no response. Every day, she merely closed her eyes and lay motionless like a corpse.

She would not even eat.

"Sister Wen Ya, you haven't eaten anything for two days. Why don't you have mine...?"

Zhang Youwei wiped the tears from her face and moved in front of Wen Ya, holding half a chocolate bar with bite marks on it.

Wen Ya gently shook her head, stroked her, and smiled.

"No. Keep it for yourself."

"Is Brother Lin An about to die? His face looks scarier and scarier."

You Wei timidly glanced at Lin An's sunken cheeks, her eyes full of worry.

"No."

Wen Ya firmly shook her head, her fingers brushing Lin An's cheek.

"He'll wake up soon!"