NOVEL NEXT Chapter 19: Grinding For Zombies!
His head was ringing intensely as his brain hummed as though in exhaustion. It was highly likely that a normal person would have passed out from exhausting his body too much. But Draziel was no ordinary person.
His brain was hyperactive at moments like this to notice the changes in his body through the system and he was dumbfounded.
[Strength: 2.31(+0.3]
[Agility: 2.31(+0.3)]
[Vitality: 2.32(-0.2)]
Draziel was speechless for a long while. Just performing three styles successfully, his strength and vitality increased by 0.3 points within this short period of 20 minutes!
It was even better then killing zombies out there.
The technique consumes vitality at a frightening rate. After consuming the excess vitality from the Nexus card he had eaten earlier, it actually proceeded to consume his own vitality.
Which meant that as long as he had enough Nexus card, he could increase his strength almost indefinitely. A surge of hunger suddenly struck Draziel like an incoming train.
Searching his room, he managed to find some snacks in the refrigerator to consume.
Then he sat on the bed.
"Increase strength by 0.8 points."
Instantly surge of strength enveloped him as his muscles trembled violently. His bones creaked as his body grew stronger until his broke through to 3 points.
Satisfied, he washed up, also changing his cloths to another long sleeve white shirt to hide his scars and a black trouser.
Exciting his room, he opened the stairway door and left the 40th floor, heading towards the 39th floor, it was time to grind for zombies.
The 39th floor had a few zombies within them. It's highly likely the zombies of the digital marketing strategy team would have moved from the 39th floor to the ground floor.
During the start of the apocalypse, most people would have panicked and tried to get out of the company as fast as possible, drawing the zombies with them. Which meant that its highly likely majority of the zombies already migrated to the ground floor.
And as though to testify to his hypothesis, Draziel only met with four zombies on the 39th floor, with his increase in strength, killing them as easy as cutting grass. Now, his axe could easily pass through their skulls without slowing down.
Draziel wasn't satisfied. His expression pondered. This wasn't close to the number of zombies he needed to kill. The ground floor should contain countless zombies that seem endless and that was where he needed to be. This was the only way if he wanted to evolve his stats. But first, he needed a good weapon.
Exiting the 39th floor, Draziel climbed down, all the way to the fifth floor. There weren't any zombies in sight, only littered corpses could be seen on the ground with their bodies and innards splayed to the ground like roses, except this wasn't romantic in any way but horrifying.
It seems Jacob took care of the zombies here. Moving alongside the walls, Draziel headed for a large office that had glass walls built around it.
The glass door appeared to be locked from the outside.
"Crash!"
The glass door was smashed to pieces. Draziel withdrew his axe and bent as he entered through the demarcated glass door, into the office.
The owner of this office seem to be the Manager of this floor, managing the workers on this floor. The office was very luxurious, this only served to show how high his pay must have been.
Draziel's eyes paused on the wall and just as Jacob had said, on the wall, two double-edged axes hung on it snugly crossed against each other, forming some sort of double axe symbol. The display was certainly magnificent.
Draziel's eyes glinted. He picked the Twin axes up in each hand and they were perfect in his hands.
They appeared medieval, and as he juggled them, their weight appeared to be roughly between 5-7kg. The length of the double-edged axe was around 40-50cm.
The handle had a slightly intriguing pattern drawn on it for better grip. Draziel couldn't be any more satisfied with the weapon. It was study, sharp and exactly what he needed.
Swinging the two axe a few times, he familiarized himself with the weight of the axe. Then his eyes then caught of something at the top corner of the wall.
Three tiny blades hung on the wall. At first, Draziel thought it was part of the painting, but soon he realised what they were blades, blades without handles. Perfect tools for a hidden weapon!
The blade was the length of a palm with sharp double edges, without handles and almost as thin as a cicada's wings. But there was a certain amount of weight in them as they flipped around his fingers.
He took the axe holsters from the wall and wore it behind him, picking the holsters off the blades, he wore them around his thigh while keeping the blades hidden in them.
Draziel couldn't help but think that the owner of the office seem to be prepared for war.
But he glanced downwards to see a corpse lying dead on the ground with bite marks and opened up tummy. The corpse appeared to be of a man who was in his early fifties with a potbelly. But the man didn't survive the nuclear explosion and had transformed into a zombie from his splayed out belly and chucked of missing flesh.
He was most likely killed by Jacob judging by the hole in his head.
It was finally time to head to the ground floor. There was more than enough space on the ground floor since the explosion didn't really affect the ground floor of the garage, therefore it was easier to get surrounded by the zombies. It was something Draziel didn't want to risk.
He careful devised a plan in his head and after carefully thinking it over, he thought the plan was a feasible one but also very dangerous.
He unlocked the stairway door to the ground floor and he observed for a while before hitting his metal axe against the metal door, retreating to the stair way. Shortly, a few zombies were immediately attracted.
"Raaaaaugh!"
More than a few dozen zombies wildly rushed in his direction, drooling thick crimson fluids.