Plants vs. Zombies for All: I Can Add Passives to Plants

The water's surface had never been calm, but the kitten's defenses had never been breached.

The Puff-shrooms in the fifth lane were already prepared at the edge of the fog.

Five purplish-brown caps tilted slightly toward the fog through the rain. Their caps contracted by just the right amount, and a full round of spores had already gathered beneath their gills.

They were waiting for the first enemy to enter their range... no matter what it was, as long as it stepped onto that square of lawn, it would be covered by the concentrated fire of five Puff-shrooms within a fraction of a second. An ordinary Zombie would not even get the chance to take a second breath.

Comparable to 1.2 Gatling Peas.

(Gatling Pea: Brothers, we've become Prison Nine Gates again.)

Over in the sixth lane, Snap Pea first spat the Zombie head it had been holding in its mouth into the fog like a cannonball.

The grayish-green head, coated in a layer of sticky fluid, traced a straight arc through the air and smashed deep into the thick fog. A dull thud rang out, as though it had struck something hard.

Then, Snap Pea suddenly burrowed into the ground and vanished into the rain-filled hole around it. A moment later, it emerged from another spot in the fog, already holding a Zombie torso that was still twitching faintly in its mouth.

Toadstool was half a beat slower, but it also caught the tremor coming from deep within the fog. Golden mycelium snapped forward and wrapped around the ankle of a Zombie advancing through the mist, dragging it out. Then its cap abruptly opened and swallowed the entire prey whole.

Everything still looked stable.

Lin Yue stood beneath the eaves, his gaze sweeping from the sixth lane to the fifth, then to the pool. He rapidly assessed the rhythm of every line in his mind... everything was on track, everything was still under control.

His gaze finally returned to the fog-covered area of the fifth lane. Thinking of the intelligence that the Football Zombie would be at the end of its rope, the corner of his mouth involuntarily lifted slightly.

"Football?" he muttered, lightly weighing the wooden hammer in his hand. "Does he deserve it?"

With the outcome already decided, it was hard for Lin Yue not to pop the champagne at halftime.

Before the final note of that "it" had even faded—

"Thud—thud—thud—thud—"

The sound came.

But it was heavier than anything before... those were not the footsteps of an ordinary Zombie. Each thud sounded like a half-ton iron block being dropped from high above and smashing into the mud, every impact sending a faint vibration through the stone pavement beneath his feet.

The sound came from deep within the fog in the bottom two lanes, approaching at such speed that Lin Yue's pupils contracted in that instant.

"Where?" Lin Yue's gaze swept rapidly across the fog covering the entire fifth and sixth lanes.

But those heavy footsteps, caught only by sound, meant a Football Zombie had appeared. He had no idea which side of the fog that silhouette would break through from.

Lin Yue instinctively took two steps forward, leaving the shelter of the eaves and standing directly beneath the curtain of rain. Water poured into his collar and ran down his back, but he did not dodge away.

Then he saw it.

Deep within the gray-white veil of fog, faintly swaying beneath the rain, a silhouette nearly twice as wide as an ordinary Zombie was rapidly growing larger.

The edges of that silhouette were uneven... not the loose, shriveled outline of an ordinary Zombie's limbs, but a complete, broad expanse of hard, pitch-black surface.

The thing kept growing larger in the fog, swelling with every breath. It flickered in and out of sight, but that unmistakable appearance—

Lin Yue could never forget it!

Black armor covered the entire upper half of its body.

Its helmet was the standard protective shape of a football helmet, but its surface was coated in matte black. The guard plate extended half an inch down from the back of its head to its neck, fitting seamlessly with the solid black chest armor before it.

It was a full size larger than an ordinary Football Zombie. Its thick arms hung at its sides, the exposed bones around its knuckles gleaming with a dark gray metallic luster. Every step it took left a depression half an inch deep in the mud.

Black Olive Zombie.

Only four words collided over and over in Lin Yue's mind: the intelligence was wrong.

Bai Qingfeng's intelligence had never been wrong, but this time, she had omitted the most crucial modifier... the word "black."

When I get back... I won't beat your ass to pieces.

He had popped the champagne too early.

This was not an ordinary Football Zombie at all.

This variant's health and armor were nearly on par with a Gargantuar's. Though it moved slightly slower than an ordinary Football Zombie, compared to other low-tier Zombies, it was still absurdly fast.

(Dolphin Zombie: Gurgle gurgle... am I faster?)

Lin Yue first calculated the odds of the Black Olive Zombie, whose helmet was slightly dented, against five Puff-shrooms.

0% = 0.

The Puff-shrooms in the fifth lane were useless against it.

Even if all five fired at once, the damage reduction from that black armor was so ridiculous that it would take at least ten volleys to wear through the armor.

But the Black Olive Zombie only needed twenty seconds to cross the entire fifth lane.

If he relied only on the Puff-shrooms, it would be enough time for the thing to run back and forth across the backyard.

"Fuck... let's do this."

Lin Yue's voice struck the curtain of rain.

He did not look back or retreat. Instead, he charged toward the direction the Black Olive Zombie was rushing out of the fog from, crossing three steps into the lawn square of the fifth lane and stopping directly in front of the Puff-shrooms.

He raised the wooden hammer over his right shoulder, braced the bottom of the handle with his left hand, bent his body back half an inch, lowered his center of gravity, and planted his heels firmly.

The Black Olive Zombie burst out of the fog.

It was two squares away from the Puff-shrooms and one square away from Lin Yue.

It was two squares away from the Puff-shrooms and one square away from Lin Yue.

A pair of gray-red eyeballs, a full size larger than those of an ordinary Zombie, showed beneath its helmet visor. The instant those eyes saw Lin Yue, they lit up, as though they had located the exact position of a "living human brain." Rather than slowing down, it sped up.

"Get lost, duck!"

Lin Yue did not wait for it to fully reach him.

The instant the Black Olive Zombie stepped into the second square, he moved...

His right arm tensed, his waist and abdomen twisted, and the solid wooden hammer he had bought from Dave's Shop carried all his strength and gravitational acceleration with it. With a deep howl that tore through the air, it smashed solidly into the left side of the Black Olive Zombie's helmet visor.

"Clang—"

The impact exploded through the rain. It was clearly only a wooden hammer, yet it struck with the sound of metal.

There had already been a faint old dent on the left side of the helmet. Lin Yue's blow landed precisely on that old wound, pressing the edge of the dent inward by nearly two finger widths.

The Black Olive Zombie's entire head was knocked slightly to the right by the impact, and its charging rhythm broke for a fraction of a second.

(I don't know why this human isn't staying inside the house... but he actually dared to hit me...)

(What exactly is in this guy's head?)

(Could there be something wrong with this brain?)

The Black Olive Zombie did not stop.

Before Lin Yue could pull back his hammer, its thick arm seized Lin Yue's left forearm. The grip tightened from all directions like an iron vise...

Under that crushing grip, Lin Yue's left arm let out a dull crack as the joints were squeezed to their limit. Agonizing pain shot from his wrist bone all the way to his shoulder socket, forcing his body to bend at the waist.

"Ah—"

It hurt... Lin Yue... screamed... miserably!!!

It hurt so damn much... he turned into a grandson.

Lin Yue gritted his teeth and refused to let go.

The wooden hammer was still in his right hand, but his left arm was trapped too tightly. He could barely even remain standing.

Beneath the Black Olive Zombie's visor, its mouth opened toward him. The edges of its gray-yellow teeth were covered in fine, serrated cracks. The hoarse grinding sound of those teeth rubbed against each other pressed right up against Lin Yue's face.

The Puff-shrooms were extremely anxious.

The Puff-shrooms were firing madly.

The Puff-shrooms were scratching it madly.

At that moment, all five Puff-shrooms pushed their attack frequency to the limit. A gray-white barrage of spore clouds blanketed the Black Olive Zombie's helmet almost point-blank. Each shot burst into a small gray-white spore stain on the armor's surface, but those spots quickly faded beneath the rain, unable to penetrate the armor at all.

In the scraps of consciousness he had left, Lin Yue sensed that the Puff-shrooms were fighting desperately. The density of their spore clouds was nearly twice as high as usual, but striking the Black Olive Zombie's armor was like splashing water onto an iron plate. It was kind of pathetic.

"These spores are far too weak... watch closely, Puff-shrooms."

Lin Yue's fury surged.

Then the Black Olive Zombie bit down.

It bit into the middle of Lin Yue's left forearm. It did not swallow it whole; instead, it twisted the flesh in its teeth like dry firewood, then violently jerked its head sideways.

The skin tore apart in that instant. Warm, dark-red liquid ran down his wrist and dripped into the muddy water, where the rain quickly diluted it into pale pink streaks.

A formless field of pure white pain exploded in Lin Yue's mind, as though someone had poured a kettle of boiling oil over the ends of his nerves.

Adrenaline took over the battlefield...

Lin Yue did not retreat. His fighting spirit soared...

He raised his right hand, the butt of the hammer handle pointing upward, then used nearly all of his remaining strength to smash it toward the Black Olive Zombie's helmet visor.

"Fuck, I called you uncle! You really think you're some damn uncle?!"

"Get—the—fuck—out!!!"

That roar burst from the deepest part of his chest. His throat was hoarse, but every word carved clearly into the torrential rain.

The Black Olive Zombie's center of gravity swayed from that blow, and its teeth loosened from his arm by half an inch.

But Lin Yue had already gone mad. He directly shoved his left forearm hard into the Black Olive Zombie's mouth while his right hand seized the edge of the visor in that instant, forcibly pushing the Black Olive Zombie back half a square.

The Black Football Zombie bit down again. Lin Yue could even feel it bite into his bone, and his entire left arm went numb.

"Ah—still dare to bite!"

"Take... my... Russian Suplex—"

His head smashed viciously into the ground...

"Thud—"

The rain, the wind, the bursting spores of the Puff-shrooms, the kitten's tail spikes stabbing into the pool water, the roar of fireballs exploding in the first lane—all those sounds gathered into a thin line beside Lin Yue's ears, then snapped.

All he could see was the gray-white ground and lawn rushing past before his eyes, and the Black Football Zombie being violently thrown by him into the sixth lane.

Sixth lane, eighth column, in front of Wall-nut.

"Chomper!!!"

The final three words were hoarse and cracked, but every syllable carried clearly through the curtain of rain to where it needed to go.

Chomper had already... endured... to its limit... calm... furious...

The instant those three words fell, Chomper's stem moved.

Its motion was nothing like its usual orderly stretch and closure. It was an explosive speed that... no plant should possess.

The thick green stem went from tensing in the soil to launching forward with almost no charging phase at all. Its purple mouth opened wider than Lin Yue had ever seen—the petal-teeth spread apart as if tearing to either side, dark-red inner walls curling outward, while sticky plant fluid deep in its mouth stretched into countless silver-white threads in that instant.

Within a fraction of a second, it completed the full transition from lying in wait to opening wide. Then, like a bolt of purple lightning, it launched forward, leaped over Wall-nut's head, and precisely, completely, without the slightest deviation, engulfed the body covered entirely in black armor.

"Crunch."

It was an exceptionally crisp sound.

Like a heavy concrete manhole cover slamming shut—clean, sharp, with no lingering echo.

The instant Chomper's petal-teeth closed, they simultaneously cut into the weak points between the armor's seams. After closing, the entire flower head swelled by a full circle, then rapidly contracted. The outlines that had once protruded were crushed, flattened, and refined within those teeth.

Before the Black Olive Zombie could even struggle once, it was swallowed whole into Chomper's flower head.

Several rapid bulges rose along the purple stem, pulsing wave after wave toward the base of the flower head. That was the rhythm of digestive fluid at work.

At the same time, a slender green vine suddenly emerged from the soil beneath Wall-nut.

The vine was soft and nimble. Like a hand, it wrapped around Lin Yue's drenched body, which was already close to losing consciousness, gently pulled him from the lawn where the battle had just ended, and steadily placed him behind Wall-nut.

Lin Yue... hurt... hurt badly... fainted.

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