The fifth trial would last only seven days.
In the blink of an eye, two days slipped by.
Although Nameless and Wang Zong were doing their best to kill monsters, their efforts were a cup of water against a cartload of burning fire. They had little effect on the world.
After a night's sleep, Nameless opened his eyes. It was the third day.
He stuck to his original plan and continued clearing the monsters from the residential complex. He had discovered that monsters did not coexist peacefully. Different kinds fought one another and even devoured each other.
Some monsters he shot drew others to their corpses. Apart from the few he did not dare attack, he killed most of them by throwing daggers from a distance.
Throwing a dagger from above let gravity add to its force. He did not have to worry about a long throw weakening it; from a sufficient height, it struck even harder. He could easily kill some monsters that would otherwise have been difficult to finish with one hit.
"I wonder if this world's police stations have guns. I should take a look." Nameless opened the map, checked his position, and headed toward the police station while killing monsters along the way.
With a more efficient weapon, he could kill monsters faster.
He knew he had one day less than Wang Zong, whose killing rate was bound to be higher. He had to find a way to catch up.
That meant finding a way to kill more efficiently.
If he had a Flame God Cannon right now, he would make a spectacle of it and draw every monster within a hundred miles to one grand carnival. The problem was that his pockets held nothing but assorted fruit knives.
Besides, the chaos consuming this world meant