Indeed, that wound should have been infected, and then the zombie virus would have gradually taken over his body.
However, what puzzled him was that his wound was healing astonishingly.
Soon after, his injuries had completely healed, leaving no trace behind—not even the smallest scar.
"This is…" Noan looked at his arm in confusion, then opened his personal information panel.
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Name: Noan
Lord Rank: E (0/2,000 Lord Points)
Level: 2
Owned Constructions: Resource Storage Center (Level 2)
Innate Talents: Almighty Fusion (SSS); Immortal (SS - Fake)
Heroes: Abyss Cube (D), Vylyss (B), Zhisse (D-Peak), Malrik (E)
Soldiers: Skeleton (E)
Mutated Soldiers: Skeleton Hunter (D), Skeleton Swordsman (D+), Skeleton Shielder (D), Urlgan (D-Peak), Urlgug (D+)
Innate Talent: Almighty Fusion (SSS)
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Nothing seemed out of the ordinary; everything was still the same.
No! There was something special—he had acquired a new SS-rank innate talent.
Noan frowned and clicked on that talent to examine it more closely.
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Name: Immortal
Rank: SS (Fake)
Description: As long as you are not burned to ashes or have your head shattered, you can recover to your original state.
Note: The energy within your body will affect the speed and effectiveness of your regeneration.
This is a Fake talent inherited from the Blood Clan. You must obtain Blood Clan blood to maintain this talent.
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Seeing this talent, Noan’s eyes widened to the point where they almost seemed to pop out.
Immortal… truly immortal.
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He could regenerate as long as he wasn’t incinerated or had his head destroyed.
However, this talent had two major drawbacks: his energy level would affect the speed and extent of his regeneration.
Most importantly, he needed the blood of a true Blood Clan member to sustain this ability.
Noan took a deep breath, feeling utterly shocked by this revelation.
With the Immortal talent, he no longer had to worry about infection, as his regeneration ability was almost certainly capable of eliminating the virus.
’If my body can eradicate the zombie virus, does that mean I’m also immune to other viruses and poisons?’
A wild thought emerged in Noan’s mind. It had to be understood that even with humanity’s advanced technology and magic, they had still been unable to find a cure for zombie infections.
That alone spoke volumes about how terrifying the zombie virus was.
But if Noan could neutralize the zombie virus, did that mean he was also immune to all other toxins and viruses?
With that in mind, Noan decided to experiment. Fortunately, he could generate various toxic fungi and other deadly poisons within the simulated space.
After conducting his tests, Noan concluded—he was indeed immune to most poisons.
However, the bad news was that he had no resistance to addictive substances.
Certain hallucinogenic poisons still affected him, though their impact had significantly weakened.
At that moment, Noan recalled the drop of blood given to him by that mysterious girl.
’Could it be because of that blood?’
He felt almost certain—99% sure—that his body had undergone such a drastic transformation thanks to that drop of blood.
He was even able to overpower Vylyss in bed.
Excitement surged through Noan. He felt he had acquired the ultimate trump card to survive in this world.
Noan continued testing his abilities, and when the time in the Combat Simulation Room finally ran out, he walked out with satisfaction.
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[Ding! Attention all Lords: the Zombie Wave event will begin in 48 hours.
Number of zombies: 10,000
Rewards will correspond to the number of zombies eliminated.
Countdown begins.]
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Seeing the notification, Noan frowned. He had suspected an event related to the zombie horde would occur, but he hadn’t expected the number to be this large.
Furrowing his brows, he called for Vylyss and had her take him to the zombie-infested area.
Upon arrival, he gazed at the zombie horde, which resembled a massive swarm of ants, and felt a tinge of unease.
Although he was not afraid of these zombies, the sheer number of them made even a cautious person like him shudder.
Naturally, he didn’t linger too long. He and Vylyss quickly returned to his territory, where he sent her into the Combat Simulation Room.
Observing Vylyss battle 10,000 zombies and taking more than four hours to eliminate them all left Noan somewhat surprised.
"Vylyss, has your strength increased?" Noan asked, frowning in confusion.
He clearly remembered that in a previous battle simulation against 6,000 zombies, Vylyss had taken a similar amount of time, but she had been completely exhausted afterward.
This time, however, she only appeared slightly fatigued despite facing a larger number of enemies—including D, D+, and even D-Peak rank zombies.
Vylyss stretched out her hand, gazed at her palm, then looked at Noan and said, "Master, it’s thanks to you that my strength has increased."
"Huh?!" Noan tilted his head in confusion.
"Hehehe…" Vylyss chuckled mischievously. "Master, even though I have evolved into a B-rank hero, my body still contains Succubus energy."
"Because of that, I grow stronger when I sleep with someone I love—specifically, you, Master."
"The more I do that with you, the faster the three energy sources within me merge, allowing me to grow stronger at an accelerated pace."
Hearing this, Noan immediately understood why she had become so powerful.
Considering that he possessed the Immortal talent, Noan realized he had been "recharging" Vylyss, helping her become stronger and fuse her unique energy sources faster.
’Does that mean I need to "recharge" her more often in the future?’ Noan thought to himself. However, he wasn’t strictly opposed to the idea.
After all, the process of "recharging" was quite enjoyable, and he was more than willing to indulge in it.
Not only was it pleasurable, but it also made his woman stronger—what could be better than that?
Returning to the present, Noan furrowed his brows and decided to double the number of zombies to 20,000.
"Vylyss, let’s try again," he said.
Although the System had stated that the Zombie Wave event would contain only 10,000 zombies, what if the number suddenly increased?
For that reason, he needed to prepare as thoroughly as possible.
Better safe than sorry.
Vylyss, understanding Noan’s cautious nature, went all out in battle.
As expected, Noan’s suspicions were confirmed.
It took Vylyss more than seven hours to wipe out the 20,000 zombies, and by the end of the battle, she was utterly exhausted, slumped on the ground, gasping for breath.
Seeing this, Noan nodded in satisfaction. If Vylyss could handle 20,000 zombies alone, then he had nothing to worry about regarding the 10,000 zombies outside.
Besides, he still had other powerful forces—Zhisse, Urlgan, Urlgug, Malrik, the mutated Skeletons, and the entire Skeleton army.
Of course, Noan himself could fight as well.
By his estimation, even if he faced 30,000 zombies alone, he could still emerge victorious.
However, Noan wasn’t foolish enough to act like a hero and single-handedly eliminate the Zombie Wave for everyone.
Even if the event’s rewards were enticing, they didn’t mean much compared to his current talents.
If he revealed too many of his secrets in this event, others would take notice of him—and that would only bring trouble.
That was something Noan wanted to avoid at all costs.
Shaking his head, he stopped overthinking and gathered his heroes, sending them one by one into the Combat Simulation Room to practice against the Zombie Wave.
As Noan leisurely basked in the sun that afternoon, Caleb came looking for him.
He wasn’t surprised—after all, with such a major event approaching, it would be strange if Caleb didn’t seek him out.
"Master!" Caleb knelt before him, clearly anxious but trying to remain composed. "Have you seen the latest System notification?"
Noan calmly replied, "I have."
Caleb was startled by Noan’s collected demeanor. There wasn’t a trace of fear or worry on his face.
’Could it be… that Master truly doesn’t fear the 10,000 zombies out there?’