One precious hidden class after another was recorded by Lin Zhiluo in his notebook.
He knew quite a bit about how to obtain these classes.
That was because everyone who had one of these classes would go on to become a War God or Magic God.
In the later stages of the Doomsday Game, factions would have their own War Gods or Magic Gods describe their experiences and accomplishments.
They did this to reassure the people and demonstrate their faction's strength.
Then they would print the accounts in newspapers and distribute them for the people to admire and learn from.
Lin Zhiluo had never had that experience.
After all, he'd died on the very first day he became a War God.
After thinking it over for a while, he finally decided to change class to Phantom.
There was no other reason. He knew the story behind obtaining this class better than any of the others.
So it had the highest chance of success.
As for the other classes, who knew whether the War Gods and Magic Gods had embellished their accounts or left out details?
Every hidden-class quest was incredibly dangerous.
Miss even the smallest detail, and you could easily get yourself killed.
Given Lin Zhiluo's cautious nature, he was better off playing it safe and choosing the class he was best at and knew best.
With that decided, he didn't hesitate.
He immediately distributed his free attribute points, putting three into Strength and two into Agility.
Base attributes: Strength: 16 Spirit: 17 Constitution: 11 Agility: 17
A warm current flowed through his body.
Lin Zhiluo grew stronger once again.
With his class path decided, there was nothing else to do.
Lin Zhiluo focused on writing things down.
"Let me think. Where did I encounter the Holy Knight of Light? Oh, it was..."
"Right, that Diamond Grade item was at..."
"And I absolutely can't forget this one. This thing will be really useful..."
"Ugh, I knew I should've written this down sooner. Look, I can't even remember exactly where that sword was..."
As the saying went, the worst memory was better than the best pen.
Lin Zhiluo's pen raced across the page.
He turned the pages again and again.
He wanted to record every detail he could remember about the important items and equipment from his previous life.
Night gradually deepened.
It was now midnight.
Lin Zhiluo put down his pen and let out a soft breath.
He'd written down everything he could still remember.
As for the rest, he'd add it later if he managed to recall anything.
He put the notebook away in his Storage Space.
Then he stood up, turned off the light, and flopped onto the bed without even taking off his clothes.
Sleeping in your clothes was one of the essential lessons of the apocalypse.
Before long, he was fast asleep.
It was the best night's sleep he'd had in ten years.
The Eye of Investigation was keeping watch outside.
He no longer felt Yao Jinghan's oppressive presence.
He no longer had pursuers he couldn't shake.
His nerves were no longer taut.
He was no longer lost about the future.
"Damn it! Damn it! Where the hell did that bitch go?!"
In the middle of a lavish living room, a man was bellowing furiously.
He grabbed a nearby vase and hurled it at a bodyguard in a suit behind him.
A silver-haired butler spoke from the side. "Young master, please keep your voice down. If you're too loud, you could attract the zombies outside the estate."
The man recalled how the entire estate had been hit by a zombie mutation.
A large number of servants and bodyguards had turned into zombies.
Now, the estate, which had once housed nearly four thousand people, had only a little over four hundred left.
That finally shut him up.
"Calm down? How am I supposed to calm down? I worked so hard to plan such a wonderful scene, and that bitch Yao Jinghan ruined everything!"
"Why didn't she come this afternoon? Why didn't she answer my messages? She made me unprepared, and I couldn't send the materials to that loser Lin Zhiluo in time."
"Just imagine how desperate Lin Zhiluo would've looked when he got that message! Hahahaha, I get excited just thinking about it."
"If it made him angry enough to die, wouldn't that send him straight down to join his disgusting father?"
"But that bitch, and this damned Doomsday Game, kept me from sending the message in time."
"Damn it! Damn it! You're all damn well dead!"
The man spoke with such agitation that his voice grew louder and louder.
The Silver-haired Butler had no choice but to speak up. "Young master, please lower your voice. We've already lost a lot of our bodyguards. If more zombies break in, we might not be able to keep you alive."
After speaking, the Silver-haired Butler sighed inwardly.
The master had been wrong to deliberately raise the young master this way.
A family needed just one capable heir to avoid the siblings turning against one another.
But that only worked when the family had enough power to rule.
Now that the apocalypse had arrived, someone with the young master's temperament could easily suffer a serious setback.
Perhaps out of fear of the Silver-haired Butler, or perhaps because he valued his own life, Li Haobo shut his mouth again.
But this time he didn't stay quiet for long. He sat down on the sofa and muttered to himself.
"It's just a shame that I couldn't watch that loser Lin Zhiluo play around with Yao Jinghan in person."
"Otherwise, how could I get my revenge on him?"
"Damn it, the more I think about it, the angrier I get." Li Haobo spat on the floor.
Li Haobo hurried over to the Silver-haired Butler, gritting his teeth.
"Uncle Zhao, I don't care. The more I think about it, the angrier I get. Didn't my father say a few days ago that the Hunting Mercenary Group would come find me? They should be in Modu by now, right? Send them after those two?"
"I want to find Yao Jinghan. I want to see her alive or see her dead."
"And that loser Lin Zhiluo—I'm going to make him completely lose his mind!"
"Understood. The Hunting Mercenary Group consists of Death Soldiers who've been trained for you since childhood. They'll carry out your every wish." The Silver-haired Butler nodded.
"Hahahaha..."
Just thinking about it filled Li Haobo with excitement.
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