My ability pool is superior to others

Chapter 4 An Unreliable Team

From a rational point of view.

When there are a lot of zombies rioting in the corridor, the act of opening the door to save people is like this——

It looks dangerous, but it is not safe at all.

But from Lu Bai's perspective, this is clearly the bright side of human nature.

Without even a second's hesitation, Lu Bai rushed into the office and locked the security door.

boom! boom! boom!
The zombies roared and screamed, accompanied by the frantic banging of the door.

This is not surprising.

After all, if the duck in your mouth flies away, even zombies will be angry.

Fortunately, the quality of this anti-theft door is reassuring and it remains strong even after being hammered continuously like this.

After confirming that it was temporarily safe, Lu Bai had the time to observe the situation in the office.

The office is quite large, with five desks and an additional room of about ten square meters for storing documents and files.

However, although the office is big, there are only three men and three women in it.

Except for a middle-aged female teacher who was about 30 or 40 years old and wore thin-framed glasses, all the others were students wearing school uniforms.

The three boys are a fat guy who looks to weigh nearly 200 pounds, a gym student who is over 1.8 meters tall, and a guy with a bowl-cut haircut and glasses.

The pretty female classmate stood beside him, raised her index finger to her lips, and signaled him not to make any sound.

Lu Bai nodded in understanding, listening to the noise outside the door gradually subside, his eyes stayed on the last girl.

Her smooth black hair was tied into a high ponytail, and she had a pair of long legs under her dark green plaid skirt. Her height was estimated to be over 1.7 meters.

"Hey!"

As if noticing Lu Bai's gaze, the athlete pointed at Lu Bai, then looked at the pretty girl and added, "Wu Ya, I warn you, next time you do something, it's best to discuss it with everyone first."

"Where is the time to discuss..."

The pretty girl named Wu Ya retorted subconsciously.

The athlete did not, or rather was unwilling to, argue with a little girl. He turned around and looked at Lu Bai with suspicion.

To be exact, the eyes of everyone present looking at Lu Bai were more or less suspicious.

The reason lies in the blood-stained sword in Lu Bai's hand.

This isn't the American version of a campus gunfight, and it would be really awkward to carry an exaggerated controlled knife on someone.

The gym student raised his finger and said, "Please go to the cubicle by yourself."

Hearing this not very polite instruction, Lu Bai couldn't help but smile.

Wu Ya quickly pulled Lu Bai aside and explained quietly: "Classmate, don't be angry. Ke Jianghao has no ill intentions. He is just worried about everyone's safety... Well, you haven't been bitten anyway, just wait ten minutes and come out."

Hearing this, Lu Bai raised his eyebrows.

Who are you to assume my species?
Frankly speaking, he felt that his current physical condition was no different from that of a zombie.

And with that fragile partition wall, even if there were zombies, they wouldn’t be able to keep them in at all.

After looking around, I found that although the others didn't say anything, they all expressed that they hoped he would go in and be isolated.

The boy with glasses trembled slightly when Lu Bai's eyes swept over him.

"Okay."

Lu Bai agreed casually, walked into the compartment, and closed the door on his own initiative.

He took a pile of documents down from the display rack, sat on it, leaned his back against the wooden door and stretched out.

It was a rare opportunity for him to have such relaxing time since he traveled through time, and his whole temperament became lazy.

After a brief contact, he had a rough assessment of this "survivor team".

The Madonna who risks her life to save people, the timid and cowardly man with glasses, and the teacher who is unable to take responsibility.

"I always feel that the necessary conditions for the whole team to be wiped out have been met..." Fortunately, my health bar is relatively thick.

Thinking of this, Lu Bai grasped the sword blade and applied slight force with his thumb, allowing the sword blade to cut a hole on his fingertips.

He watched calmly as the blood oozed from the wound.

really.

After just a few breaths, the bleeding stopped, and even if he squeezed it on purpose, no more blood seeped out.

"Does the speed of healing depend on the size or severity of the wound?"

Although it is not clear whether there are other levels besides the gold and silver levels of ability pools.

But if we view this so-called deathmatch as a game of chicken, then in theory a certain degree of fairness should be guaranteed.

But no matter how you look at it, this self-healing ability is obviously stronger than a sword that can be taken away at will.

A more advanced ability pool is your golden finger?
Lu Bai raised his hand and stroked his chin, and glanced at the current ranking. The number of survivors became 376.

The elimination rate has obviously slowed down a lot. It seems that most of the "players" have passed the initial turmoil and found a safe place.

【Ding! 】

[This deathmatch has been open for half an hour, and the current positions of all deathmatch players have begun to be announced. ]

[The next location announcement will be in two hours. ]

A mechanical prompt sounded in his mind. At the same time, a black and green picture like a radar detection image appeared on the data panel in front of Lu Bai.

A waveform extended from the center of the picture, rotating clockwise, sweeping out dense spots of light.

Without being reminded, he immediately realized that the bright green spots on the screen represented the so-called death fighters.

There is no doubt that if you report your location once in a while, it will be unrealistic to stay in one place forever.

"Why is it like Dragon Ball Radar?"

Lu Bai stared at the positioning map, thinking: "So the light dot representing me should be brighter?"

……

"Classmate, are you still there?"

Wu Ya's voice came from behind the door.

"Can I go out now?" Lu Bai stood up and hung the Eight-sided Han Sword behind him.

creak~
The door of the compartment was pushed open carefully.

When Wu Ya saw that there was no change in Lu Bai, the tension on her pretty face disappeared without a trace.

She made way and said, "I'm glad you're okay. By the way, my name is Wu Ya, what's yours?"

Lu Bai walked out of the cubicle, glanced at her sideways, and responded with a smile: "Lu Bai."

"You are also a senior in high school? Why do I seem to have never seen you before?"

Ke Jianghao, the sports student, was sitting cross-legged on a desk.

“Maybe I have a low sense of presence.”

Lu Bai shrugged, pulled out an office chair and sat down.

He also now discovered that, at least so far, he had never felt any emotions such as anger or hatred.

This gave him a strong sense of disconnection.

Because his soul, or consciousness, knew exactly what that should feel like.

"Forget it. Since even the living dead have appeared..."

Ke Jianghao leaned forward slightly: "I'm curious, where did you get that sword?"

(End of this chapter)