Vicious Li Haobo

One by one, the incredibly precious hidden classes were recorded by Lin Zhiluo in his notebook.

He was actually quite familiar with the acquisition processes for these classes.

This was because the individuals who possessed these classes were all future legends at the level of War God or Magic God.

During the later stages of the apocalypse, in order to stabilize public morale and demonstrate the strength of their respective factions, the factions would have their own War Gods or Magic Gods roughly describe their experiences and deeds.

These would then be distributed as promotional newspapers for the people to admire and study.

Lin Zhiluo, however, had not yet had such an experience.

After all, he had died on the very first day he became a War God.

After pondering for a while, he ultimately decided to change his class to Phantom.

There was no other reason; the acquisition process for this class was the one he was most familiar with.

Therefore, the probability of success was the highest.

As for the other classes, who knew if those War Gods and Magic Gods had embellished or omitted details when they described their experiences?

One had to know that the class quests for every hidden class were extremely perilous.

If even a single detail was missing, it would be easy to get oneself killed by a careless mistake.

Given Lin Zhiluo's cautious nature, it was better to play it safe and choose the class he was most proficient in and understood the best.

Thinking of this, he did not hesitate.

He immediately allocated his free attribute points, putting three into Strength and two into Agility.

Base Attributes: Strength: 16, Spirit: 17, Constitution: 11, Agility: 17

Accompanied by a warm current flowing into his body, Lin Zhiluo's strength grew significantly once again.

Having decided on his class direction, there was nothing else to do.

Lin Zhiluo began to focus intently on recording in his notebook.

"Let me think, where was the Holy Knight of Light encountered? Oh, it was at..."

"Right, that diamond-grade item was at..."

"Also, I must not forget this part; this thing is incredibly useful..."

"Sigh, I told myself to write it down earlier. Look at this, I can't even remember the specific location of that sword now..."

As the saying goes, a good memory is not as reliable as a pen.

The pen in Lin Zhiluo's hand scratched across the paper rapidly.

Page after page of the notebook was turned.

He wanted to record in detail everything related to the important items and equipment from his previous life.

The night gradually deepened.

The time reached 12:00 AM.

Lin Zhiluo put down his pen and let out a soft sigh.

He had recorded everything he could still remember into this notebook.

As for other things, he would see if he could recall them later and add them in.

Storing the notebook back into his storage space, Lin Zhiluo stood up, turned off the lights, and threw himself onto the bed without even taking off his clothes.

Sleeping in one's clothes was one of the essential lessons of the apocalypse.

Soon, he drifted into a deep sleep.

This was the most comfortable sleep he had had in ten years.

Outside, he had the protection of the Scout Eye.

In his heart, there was no longer the pressure from Yao Jinghan.

There were no more pursuers he couldn't shake off.

There were no more frayed nerves.

There was no more confusion about the future.

"Damn it! Damn it! That bitch, where the hell did that bitch go!"

In the middle of a magnificent, opulent living room, a man was roaring in fury.

He grabbed a vase from beside him and smashed it directly onto a bodyguard in a suit standing behind him.

Beside him, a butler with a full head of silver hair spoke up: "Young Master, please keep your voice down. A loud noise is very likely to attract the zombies outside the estate."

The man recalled how the entire villa had been ravaged by the zombie mutation.

A massive number of servants and bodyguards had turned into zombies.

This had left the estate, which once housed nearly four thousand people, with only four hundred survivors remaining.

Only then did he reluctantly shut his mouth.

"Calm down? How can I calm down? I spent so much effort planning such a beautiful scenario, only for it to be ruined by that bitch Yao Jinghan."

"Why didn't she come this afternoon? Why didn't she reply to my messages? It caused my materials to be incomplete, and I couldn't send them to that piece of trash Lin Zhiluo in time."

"If Lin Zhiluo had received that message, imagine the look of despair on his face. Hahahaha, just thinking about it makes me so excited."

"You say, if I could just anger him to death, wouldn't that be sending him straight down to see his disgusting father?"

"But because of that bitch, and because of this damn apocalypse game, I couldn't send the information out in time."

"Damn it, damn it, all of them deserve to die!"

The man spoke with great agitation, his voice growing louder and louder as he went on.

The silver-haired butler had no choice but to interject: "Young Master, please lower your voice. Our bodyguards have already suffered heavy casualties; if more zombies break in, we might not be able to protect your life."

After saying this, the silver-haired butler sighed inwardly.

The Master's previous idea of intentionally raising the Young Master this way had been a mistake.

Although a family can only have one capable heir to avoid infighting among siblings, that only works when the family possesses sufficient dominance.

Now that the apocalypse has arrived, the Young Master's personality is very likely to lead to a major disaster.

Perhaps out of respect for the silver-haired butler, or perhaps out of a desire to preserve his own life, Li Haobo closed his mouth once again.

However, he didn't last long this time; he sat on the sofa and began to mutter to himself.

"It's just a pity that I can't watch that piece of trash Lin Zhiluo witness me playing with that bitch Yao Jinghan in person."

"Otherwise, how else could I take my revenge on him?"

"Damn it, the more I think about it, the angrier I get." Li Haobo spat a glob of phlegm onto the floor.

Li Haobo ran over to the silver-haired butler's side and gritted his teeth.

"Uncle Zhao, I don't care, I'm getting angrier the more I think about it. Didn't my father say a few days ago that the Hunting Mercenary Group was coming to find me? They should have arrived in Modu by now, right? Can't we have them go find those two?"

"I want to find Yao Jinghan. I want to see her alive or see her corpse."

"And that piece of trash Lin Zhiluo, I must make him have a mental breakdown!"

"Understood. The Hunting Mercenary Group consists of death squads trained for you since childhood; they will absolutely fulfill all of the Young Master's wishes." The silver-haired butler nodded.

"Hahahaha..."

Li Haobo was overcome with excitement at the mere thought of such a scene.

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