Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Just as Mia was lost in admiration, several sharp sounds cut through the air, followed by an abrupt silence.
A tall figure emerged less than three meters in front of them.
It was a level-two zombie, clad in a loose gray-blue work uniform, similar to the one they had encountered at the police station. However, this one was taller, and its life force felt stronger—it seemed to be on the verge of evolving into a level-three zombie.
Mia’s eyes burned with hatred as she stared at the zombie. Her friends, comrades, and even Uncle Jace had all died at the hands of these monsters. She had longed for the chance to exact revenge, and now, facing one of them, her desire to kill it with her own hands was overwhelming.
"Master, let me handle this," Mia said, her voice firm but tinged with emotion.
Ryan frowned. Level-two zombies were a completely different breed from level-one zombies. Their strength, speed, and even their rudimentary intelligence set them apart.
Zombies were life forms that had undergone extreme genetic mutations. They weren’t dead—they were alive, capable of eating, moving, sensing, and metabolizing. Their senses and eating habits had evolved to extremes, while other functions had deteriorated. They could survive without food or water, and their evolution was inevitable, each zombie mutating in unique ways.
This particular zombie seemed to be a strength-type, and in a head-on fight, Mia stood no chance, especially since it was nearing level three.
However, Ryan didn’t refuse her request. Instead, he gestured for her to come closer.
Mia approached, confused. The zombie roared angrily, but when Ryan glanced at it, the creature instinctively retreated, sensing the threat he posed.
Ryan placed his hand on Mia’s forehead and spent 500 points to teach her the grandmaster-level Jeet Kune Do.
Instantly, Mia felt a surge of warmth coursing through her body. Her strength doubled, and her mind was flooded with new knowledge. The oppressive aura of the zombie no longer felt as overwhelming.
"Master, what is this?" Mia asked, her eyes shining with gratitude.
"Go ahead. You’re ready now," Ryan said calmly.
Mia gave Ryan one last look, her eyes filled with admiration and awe. But now wasn’t the time for gratitude. She turned to face the zombie, raising her sword. She didn’t plan to use a gun—she wanted to decapitate the zombie with her own hands.
Ryan stood back, watching over Mia while observing her performance.
Mia’s faced the zombie with a focused mind. Her body leaned back slightly before she lunged forward. The zombie’s sharp claws slashed at her, but she twisted her body, dodging the attack with precision.
Swish!
Mia swung her sword in a fluid motion, the blade slicing upward between the zombie’s arms and striking its jaw.
Crack!
The zombie let out a deafening roar as the blade pierced its jawbone.
Mia didn’t let up. The bones of a level-two zombie were far tougher than those of a level-one. Her first strike hadn’t been enough to kill it.
Roar!
The zombie’s furious roar echoed through the corridor. Mia could smell its foul breath and feel its rage as it lashed out again.
She twisted her body, narrowly avoiding its claws, and swung her sword downward in a swift, powerful arc.
Slash!
The blade cut across the zombie’s forehead, leaving a deep gash. Though it wasn’t a fatal blow, the zombie howled in pain, black blood pouring from the wound.
Mia’s movements were precise and lightning-fast, executed in less than a second. The zombie tried to retreat, but Mia’s relentless assault left it reeling.
Suddenly, a dagger flew out from Mia’s waist, tracing a beautiful arc through the air before embedding itself into the zombie’s already cracked forehead.
Thud!
The dagger pierced the zombie’s brain with a sickening crunch. Black blood oozed out, staining its white pupils dark.
The blade had destroyed the zombie’s brain tissue, and the steel handle of the dagger protruded grotesquely from its skull.
The level-two zombie collapsed to the ground with a heavy thud. No matter how strong a zombie was, destroying its brain was always fatal.
Mia panted heavily, leaning against a steel frame for support. The final blow had been thrilling. Although she had acquired the grandmaster-level Jeet Kune Do ability from Ryan, her physical fitness was still far from his superhuman level. Fighting this zombie had pushed her to her limits.
"Well done," Ryan said, pulling Mia into his arms and gently wiping the sweat from her forehead.
"Master..." Mia murmured, her body going limp in his embrace. Her eyes were filled with tenderness and gratitude.
"Thank you, Master~" Mia knew that without the abilities Ryan had bestowed upon her, killing this zombie would have been far more difficult and dangerous.
At the same time, Ryan could feel Mia’s loyalty to him skyrocketing, quickly reaching 95 points and continuing to climb. At this level of loyalty, even if he did nothing, it would eventually max out at 100.
"You’re still so polite with me. That means you’ll be punished~" Ryan teased, his hands wandering over the heroic policewoman in his arms.
Mia’s face flushed, but she allowed the man to play with her, whispering shyly, "Master, you can punish me however you want..."
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Ryan whispered a few words into her ear, and Mia blushed deeply but nodded in agreement.
[Ding, Mia has killed a level-two zombie. Host gains 20 shared points.]
[Ding, level-two zombie crystal detected. Can be exchanged for points or melted to increase system space.]
Ryan used his sword to crack open the zombie’s skull and retrieved a walnut-sized blue crystal. This was the essence of the level-two zombie’s brain, and not every zombie of this level possessed one. The higher the zombie’s level, the greater the chance of it containing a crystal.
Holding the blue crystal in his hand, Ryan felt a faint warmth. It emitted a refreshing scent. For a moment, he even felt the urge to eat it.
"System, what’s going on? Why does it feel like this zombie crystal can be eaten?" Ryan asked in his mind.