You say the cataclysm only comes after you've cleared the entire dungeon?

Upon reaching the seventh floor, Lou Fengyue didn't even bother to activate her sensory abilities.

She gripped the baseball bat tightly, first knocking the two wandering figures in the hallway to death, then kicked open doors one by one and cleared them out.

The kill count keeps jumping up in the small panel window fixed in the upper left corner of the view.

That's the count for basic tasks: [19/20]

Lou Fengyue killed another one with a single blow.

[Basic task completed. Congratulations, host, you have obtained 2 Body Tempering Pills and 1 Holy Light Spring Water.]

Tsk, it's still that stingy, lousy system!

The count has changed: [20/35]

Lou Fengyue didn't care. There wasn't much in Building C except for a lot of zombies.

I should be able to earn about twenty Body Tempering Pills today.

In just a few minutes, Lou Fengyue had cleared out the seventh floor.

Twenty-two zombies, five crystal cores.

As you walk up, there are more than twenty on each floor.

Lou Fengyue was initially excited, but when she reached the 15th floor, she slowed down and leaned against the wall to rest for a while.

It's not that I'm tired, it's that I'm bored.

This kind of zombie, which would only be rated F in a natural disaster game, has a low crystal core drop rate and slow movement speed; she could kill it with brute force alone.

After playing it too many times, it gets boring.

I suddenly remembered the rotten wooden stick that the system rewarded me with yesterday.

She took it out of her spatial storage, twirled it in her hand, and then stared at the cracks on it for a moment.

verified.

This is the rotten wooden stick she threw away!

They weigh the same, are the same length, and even have the same cracks!

What B-grade prop? This is something she took from the broom in that shabby little house!

You dog system, you better give me a reasonable explanation!

[Host, this item has killed hundreds of zombies and mutated beasts, and its level is rated B. It can easily kill zombies or mutated beasts below level B.]

Lou Fengyue twitched the corner of her lips and returned the item she had once used to fight zombies to her as a reward.

The wool comes from the sheep, right?

Damn system, I'll smash your CPU to pieces sooner or later!

Lou Fengyue put away the baseball bat, gripped the rotten wooden stick, and began sweeping the 15th floor.

Since I've already given it away, I might as well use it; at least it'll save me some energy.

Lou Yunzheng and Chu Sinian caught up without any obstacles and caught up with Lou Fengyue on the twentieth floor.

Then they saw Lou Fengyue, holding a cracked broomstick, effortlessly beat over thirty zombies, one with her forehand and one with her backhand, until their brains splattered out.

Chu Sinian narrowed his eyes, unable to bear looking directly at her, and said to Lou Yunzheng, "Brother, I knew your sister was strong, but I didn't expect her to be this strong... almost cruelly strong."

You don't even need a baseball bat; a wooden stick is enough to smash a zombie's head open.

Compared to her, I'm just a little karami.

She also only awakened her superpowers in the last few days, so how could she evolve so quickly?

Lou Yunzheng laughed awkwardly. "If I said she used to be a gentle and lovely girl, would you believe me?"

Chu Sinian twitched the corner of his lips but didn't reply, clearly indicating that he didn't believe it.

After Lou Fengyue finished clearing out a wave of zombies, she turned around and saw the two people standing at the top of the stairs. Her eyes lit up imperceptibly.

"Brother, here, you can play with this." She handed over the wooden stick in her hand, exchanging it for her brother's baseball bat. "There are nine more on this floor. You don't need any special abilities; just hit them at the zombies."

Lou Yunzheng weighed the ordinary broken stick in his hand. If it weren't for the fact that it was given to him by his own sister, he would have suspected that she was trying to trick him.

Lou Yunzheng gripped the broken wooden stick and walked into the corridor.

The remaining nine zombies, smelling the scent of a living person, turned around in unison, their grayish-white eyes locking onto him. They opened their mouths, which were full of black blood, and pounced on him.

He took a deep breath, gripped the wooden stick tightly with both hands, and swung it at the head of the first zombie.

boom--

Brains exploded, and the zombie fell straight down.

Lou Yunzheng was stunned for a moment.

It wasn't because of killing zombies, but because of the feel of the wooden stick in my hand.

It looked like it was about to fall apart, but when it hit the zombie's skull, it was soft and yielding, like cracking open a ripe watermelon, requiring almost no effort.

"Something's got something," he muttered, then turned and killed another one.

Chu Sinian watched from the side, his palms itching.

He activated his supernatural ability, extending a thumb-thick vine from his palm and pulling it toward a zombie.

The vines wrapped around the zombie's neck, and he yanked hard, causing the zombie to fall to the ground, only to get up again as if nothing had happened.

Zombies don't feel pain, that's true.

He reactivated his superpower, this time sending the sharp tips of the vines straight into the zombie's forehead, piercing it deeply.

The zombie lay motionless on the ground.

Chu Sinian fought cleanly and efficiently, but after killing his enemies, he couldn't bear to look at them for long.

These zombies had only recently mutated; their skin was grayish-white and their eyes were cloudy, but they had not yet begun to rot and still retained their "human" appearance.

Although the blood that flowed out was a thick, black liquid, he was having a hard time getting over his own conscience, feeling as if he were killing someone.

Lou Fengyue saw the guilt in his heart, but did not comfort him. She just patted his shoulder and said, "Remember to absorb the collected crystal cores in time, otherwise your power will be exhausted and your life will be in danger."

Chu Sinian nodded. "Okay."

Lou Fengyue turned around and continued walking upstairs. "I'll continue cleaning up. I'll leave a few for you to practice on each floor."

Lou Fengyue gripped the baseball bat and continued clearing away the zombies layer by layer.

Lou Yunzheng and Chu Sinian followed behind, cleaning up the fish she had deliberately left behind. The two of them split the collected crystal cores equally—Lou Fengyue didn't want them, since she had fought her way up with brute force the whole time.

When people encounter danger, they all seek refuge in higher floors, and gradually, most people end up crowding upstairs.

If even one person in the crowd develops a feverish mutation, dozens of people will be wiped out.

As a result, floors 30 and above became the hardest-hit areas.

There are more than a dozen living people on the 32nd floor.

Lou Fengyue stopped and sensed that no one had a fever, no one had any special abilities, and everyone was just an ordinary person.

She didn't go in, but continued walking upwards.

33rd floor, 28 zombies.

Chu Sinian and Lou Yunzheng witnessed the most unforgettable moment of their lives.

Several zombies roamed the corridor, none of them intact.

Some had broken arms.

Some had their heads severed in half, hanging from their necks by a few nerves.

Some of them had completely rotted in the abdomen, with a string of intestines protruding and leaving a long black trail of blood on the ground.

Some had lost both legs and crawled on the ground using only their hands.

Two tall men, both over 1.8 meters tall, couldn't hold it in any longer and leaned against the wall, vomiting uncontrollably.

Lou Fengyue glanced at them, then shook her head and sighed helplessly.

Then I slowly walked in and electrocuted all those disgusting creatures with severed heads and tails in the corridor until they were charred, so at least they wouldn't look so horrible.

She turned her head and glanced at the two large men who were covering their eyes, peeking through their fingers as they cautiously followed.

You need to practice more.