[Ding, Olivia killed a level-one zombie. Shared points +1. Current points: 71.]
The nearest zombies were taken down by Olivia, and Ryan also gained a few points. It felt incredibly satisfying to earn rewards without lifting a finger.
Olivia was even more thrilled. Her shooting skills had improved dramatically. Before, it took her three to five shots to kill a single zombie, but now she could land headshots with ease. It felt effortless, and she instantly fell in love with the feeling.
Watching Olivia, who was now as excited as if she were playing whack-a-mole, Mia was stunned. She had just witnessed Olivia earlier shooting skills, which were far from impressive. A short period of training shouldn’t have been enough to turn her into a sharpshooter.
But what was happening now? It wasn’t just hitting the target—it was hitting it with near-perfect precision, as if she’d been practicing for over a decade. How could she improve so drastically in such a short time?
Mia’s own marksmanship was top-notch, but even she had spent years honing her skills, and she had a natural talent for it. For an ordinary person, it would take at least seven or eight years to reach this level.
"Ah... da da da!" Olivia excitedly gripped the submachine gun, mowing down zombies in the hospital like wheat under a scythe. However, her rapid fire drained the magazine in just over ten seconds.
The other girls were equally surprised. Olivia quickly reloaded and resumed firing.
"What are you all standing around for? Clean this up! Mia, take two people and search the building next door for any stragglers..."
Mia snapped out of her daze, gathered a few team members, and began clearing out the remaining zombies in the area. Meanwhile, Olivia led the other women to encircle and eliminate the wandering zombies near the hospital gate.
On the rooftop of the hospital building, Ryan aimed his sniper rifle and took down the last zombie loitering at the gate.
[Ding, the host killed a level-one zombie. Points +1. Current points: 265.]
"This thing is pretty powerful..." Ryan patted the sniper rifle in his hands. The sheer impact force of the rifle was enough to knock a zombie off its feet, even if the shot didn’t land in a fatal spot.
By now, all the zombies in the hospital had been cleared. The once noisy hospital was now eerily quiet, devoid of the growls and roars of the undead.
[Ding, the host has cleared the zombies in the hospital and established the first initial base, officially beginning the journey of domination. Reward: 1,000 points. System space unlocked. Keep up the good work, host.]
As expected, the rewards were rolling in. This was the Overlord System, after all—how could there not be rewards for establishing a base?
A thousand points was a decent haul, enough to exchange for two grandmaster-level skills or teach four equivalent skills to others.
But the real prize was the system space.
Ryan had complained about this more than once. Every time he went out to scavenge for supplies, he’d return laden with bags, looking like a grocery vendor.
Driving wasn’t always an option either, as many areas in the city were inaccessible by car. It was a hassle, and sometimes walking was faster.
Now, with the system space, things were infinitely more convenient. It was simple to use, and the storage capacity wasn’t bad—about ten square meters, enough to fit a small car.
The only limitation was that living things couldn’t be stored, but otherwise, it was just like the system spaces described in novels.
Ryan focused his mind, and the sniper rifle in his hand vanished, reappearing in the system space. He practiced taking it out and putting it back a few times, finding the whole process oddly satisfying.
This was a real superpower, wasn’t it? Even if it wasn’t something he’d developed himself, it was still incredibly useful. He couldn’t wait to see what it would be like when he unlocked actual superpowers.
After heading downstairs, Ryan found Olivia directing a group of women to barricade the hospital gate and seal any gaps to prevent zombies from sneaking in.
Olivia herself was casually munching on chicken nearby, seemingly unfazed by the bloody scene just a few meters away.
"It’s raining..." As if on cue, the heavy rain began to fall in the afternoon, marking the first major downpour since the apocalypse began.
Surviving in the apocalypse was already a challenge, and this sudden deluge plunged A City and the entire ABC Province into further peril. The rain poured down relentlessly, causing floods in many areas.
Drainage systems in numerous locations had collapsed, and with no one to maintain them, water levels rose to over a meter deep in some places.
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A City fared slightly better, as its drainage system was still functional, but the situation for survivors had become even more dire. Venturing out to find food was now a near-impossible task.
Ryan, however, felt quite comfortable in the hospital base. The base had ample supplies, and its elevated terrain kept it safe from the flooding.
A University was located in the southeastern corner of the city, in a university town some distance from the city center.
It was situated in a scenic area, close to the airport and subway station, making it relatively convenient despite its semi-rural location. The university was less than two kilometers from A City Hospital.
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Inside the university gymnasium, Yale stared out at the rain with a worried expression. The water had already risen to waist level. If the gymnasium wasn’t drained soon, they’d all be drowned.
In a corner of the gymnasium, over a hundred students—both boys and girls—huddled together in fear on a pile of sports equipment. They weren’t just afraid of the rain; they were terrified of Yale.
Yale, annoyed by the heavy rain, suddenly remembered something. He walked over to the corner, grabbed a male student, and dragged him away.
Before the apocalypse, Yale had been an ordinary physical education teacher. He’d often been frustrated by the sight of energetic female students dressed in revealing outfits, exuding youthful charm, but the law had always kept him in check.