Reincarnated as a bamboo rat, it begins its extreme survival struggle.

Sitting crookedly on the stone seat, it has seven arms, but apart from its exceptionally strong and huge right hand, the other arms that grow from various parts of its body are like withered tree branches, shriveled and stiff, hanging down on its body.

On the chest of the mutated zombie, there is a face whose features are indistinct, buried under its dried skin. It seems that the mutated zombie had already died before this head grew out.

"He looks like a big boss, and he also has the strength to be a big boss."

Even in their weakened state, the mutated zombies possess extremely formidable individual strength.

It's hard to imagine how powerful he must have been in the distant past, before he was corrupted by time and evil gods.

But one thing is certain: as a corpse, his strength was reduced to less than one percent of what it was in life.

"However, compared to those skeletons that have no consciousness at all and are driven only by instinct, you should still have a little consciousness left."

Looking at the mutated zombie on the stone chair, Bell noticed that although it had been awakened by his living aura, it had not yet shown any desire to attack him.

Despite its growing murderous intent, the mutated zombie's body remained firmly attached to the stone chair.

Around the stone chair were solidified stone shackles that bound him, which appeared to have been put on by the mutated zombie before its death. It was unknown why it did so.

But these stone yokes were clearly insufficient to restrict his movements; he could break free with just a little effort.

"It seems that as long as I don't get close to its body or continue climbing the upper levels of the Bone Spire, it has no intention of attacking me."

Having gained some insight, Bell drew his iron sword and summoned his shadow, whispering in its ear.

"I'll do this first, then you do this... Can you manage this?"

(Nods vigorously)

After listening to Bell's plan, Shadow said, "You just focus on making things happen, and leave the rest to me."

Having received confirmation from the shadow, Bell's eyes narrowed, and he prepared to start something.

He had considered it. Whether it was a direct assault or a flanking maneuver, trying to contend with this level 25 mutated zombie, whose three-dimensional attributes far surpassed his own, in his current state was nothing short of wishful thinking.

After mentally simulating the scenarios, Bell came up with nearly a thousand ways he could die after fighting the mutated zombies.

The most worthwhile method for dealing with mutated zombies in Bell's mind is to get close to their bodies, which is precisely the most difficult thing to achieve.

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If you continue to approach the mutated zombie, it will break free of the stone shackles. Although it's unknown how fast it will break free, with its 777 points in physical attributes, its speed certainly can't be slow.

With a tentative step forward, Bell focused intently, using his senses to scan every inch of the mutated zombie's body.

When they were still ten meters away from the mutated zombie, the mutated zombie, whose body had been trembling erratically, suddenly stopped.

Bell knew this was his last chance to charge forward.

His two short legs swung wildly, and he ran out of sight in an instant, like two wheels, covering a distance of five meters in a flash.

If he runs on all fours, Bear Grylls can increase his speed.

But Bell's hands couldn't be empty; he had to hold his iron sword.

"Bang!!"

At the same instant Bell charged, the shackles binding the mutated zombie shattered instantly. Just as Bell had predicted, the powerful corpse broke free of its restraints in less than half a second.

With just a slight push from his exceptionally large right arm, the stone yoke that had been attached to his body as a single unit shattered into pieces on the ground.

The withered arms that grew from the mutated zombie's body twitched incessantly as if they had come back to life, spewing out large amounts of deathly aura from these palms, enveloping and surrounding the mutated zombie.

This is its best protection. The aura of death can interfere with the normal operation of magic. External magical attacks that hit the aura of death will weaken at an alarming rate.

At the same time, melee classes will only end up being surrounded by death energy if they fight against mutated zombies.

This is the true form of [Death Erosion]. The death energy stirred up by the mutated zombies is far beyond what those skeleton warriors can do.

Even if Bell were to shut himself off from the outside world, he would not fare well if he fell into this deathly aura. He would only last three minutes before dying on the spot.

"It's now!"

But no matter how the mutant zombies move, for Bell, he only needs to wait until he gets close enough to get close to them.

The durability of the iron sword in his hand instantly dropped to zero, shattering into a pile of pixelated fragments. The final [Shadow Strike], engraved into the iron sword, was activated.

The Shadow Strike, faster than an arrow, aimed at the mutated zombie's head and shot out, instantly transforming into a dark light that pierced its face.

However, the mutated zombie remained calm in the face of such an attack, brazenly taking the hit with its skin.

As an undead creature, even if its lifeless face is pierced, it doesn't matter to the mutated zombie. After all, it has no sense of pain, and its face is not a vital joint. Such an attack has no impact on the mutated zombie's combat ability.

It raised its head slightly, its consciousness re-locking onto Bell, who appeared diagonally above it, and moved its giant arm, preparing to block the tiny creature that had suddenly appeared in front of it.

Just now, before Bell launched Shadow Strike, his shadow, Bell, had already poked its head out from under his feet, carrying Bell on its back like a mount.

The moment Shadow Assassin was launched, the shadow grabbed the tip of the Shadow Assassin's projectile and carried Bell's body toward the mutated zombie.

The Shadow Strike, a high-speed thrust that even Bell's mental power couldn't clearly perceive, allowed Bell to traverse a distance of nearly five meters in the shortest amount of time, reaching the top of the mutated zombie's head.

With such rapid changes, Bell only had time to do one thing.

He took the iron bucket from his inventory and held it to his waist; this was not the empty bucket that had been emptied of water.

"Now, I'm going to spray you in the face!"

Chapter 88 MVP Milk

Holding the metal bucket to his waist, Bell's body continued to fall, but in order to reach the mutated zombie as quickly as possible, especially to make his move before the mutated zombie hit him.

Bell aimed at the mutated zombie's head and thrust forward with a sudden burst of strength from his waist and abdomen.

The iron bucket placed in the center of the waist, as if propelled by a two-stage rocket, smashed straight into the mutated zombie's forehead.

"Boom~"

With a soft click, the iron bucket was placed on the tip of the mutated zombie's nose, and the milky white liquid inside the bucket flowed down the mutated zombie's withered nose.

It first flowed into its two shriveled nostrils, and then continued to flow down into its overbite-like mouth.

"Click...click...click—"

The sounds of bones colliding and rubbing, induced by the movement, gradually diminished and eventually stopped.

The giant arm that the mutated zombie raised froze in mid-air before it could strike Bell, and it stopped moving.

The once imposing mutated zombie suddenly lost all its aura and froze in place like a strangely shaped sculpture.

"My guess was right after all."

Bell leaped backward, dispelling the deathly aura surrounding the mutated zombie. Although the mutated zombie was no longer moving, the deathly aura lingered for a while.

Bell used his "Information Insight" to observe the mutated zombie and discovered that the information about it was constantly changing.

The keywords "Blessing of the Evil Moon" and "Curse of Aberration" are fading at an alarming rate.

The cause of all these changes was the milky white liquid that was still slowly dripping down the face of the mutated zombie.

Milk is just an ordinary livestock product. The warriors and sages of this world were not rough and brutish people. They were highly educated and discovered the positive effects of a proper diet on training very early on.

Under their advocacy, milk, an excellent natural liquid supplement, has been continuously developed and brought into thousands of households.

But once the milk enters the iron drums built by Bell, ordinary fresh milk on the market will no longer be ordinary; it will transform from milk into "milk".

Don't underestimate this extra box; it means that the item can be recognized by [Information Insight].

【milk】

Description: A liquid that can remove additional physical conditions.

This is an "Information Insight" description of "milk," which fits the characteristics of the Minecraft game very well.

In the game Minecraft, milk can remove all external status effects.

All physical conditions imposed by the outside world will be erased by milk, leaving no trace.

Back when he was playing Minecraft, Bear Grylls once accidentally drank the wrong drug and ended up drinking milk instead.

At that time, Bell was fighting against the blazing demons in Hell. After taking a sip of milk, the effects of the large amount of potions stacked on Bell's body disappeared instantly, which was a huge mistake he had made.

In the real world, milk still retains the domineering effect it had in the game.

The most important reason why undead creatures can exist in this world is that the purple evil moon that stretches across the sky every year grants them the ability to revive.

[Milk] has removed the Blessing of the Evil Moon, so low-level undead must rely on [Blessing of the Evil Moon] to continue moving.

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Having high-level undead is necessary to reduce one's dependence on the evil moon.

For the powerful mutated zombies, the Blessing of the Evil Moon is one of the energy sources that allows them to move, but it is not the absolute energy source.

He also has a [Curse of Aberration] that constantly torments the aberrant zombie's indomitable will.

This is the curse of the evil god. Even if the physical body collapses and the soul dissipates, the will of the mutated zombie will be tormented by the curse and unable to fall peacefully into the sea of ​​depravity.

But under the nourishment of the milk, the Aberration Curse quietly dissipated. The evil god had been annihilated, and after the endless passage of time, the curse he left behind was no longer an absolute shackle that was difficult to break through by external forces.

"……Thanks……"

In the mutated zombie's eyes, the extinguished pupil flame flickered suddenly, accompanied by the transmission of a will.

The entry for "[Aberrant Immortal Zombie]" has undergone significant shifts and changes.

[Ancient corpses that have survived for generations]