Chapter 27: Strange Zombie

Lin An looked satisfied at the cleared passage.

He flashed forward to the end of the hallway, arriving beside Zhang Tie.

On a whim, after using Zhang Tie to smash several zombie pieces, Lin An simply used him as a bowling ball.

He destroyed them with ease.

With Lin An's Second Level strength boosting him, Zhang Tie's two-ton physique easily crushed the zombies along the way.

"How do you feel?"

Lin An took the opportunity to grab Zhang Tie, who was lying on the ground, and pull him up.

"......"

He dared to be angry but not to speak.

Zhang Tie didn't dare to speak.

His eyes were full of resentment.

He felt as if his whole body was falling apart.

No one would feel good after being used as a hammer for half a hour and then kicked like a ball.

Especially since that person was Lin An.

"I'll say it again! I'm not a ball, dammit!"

"And there's more!"

"Shouldn't we hurry up and look for that... 【Hand】 now?!"

"The zombies are about to surround us again!"

Zhang Tie wanted to cry but had no tears; his bear transformation had ended, and his tattered clothes could barely cover his butt.

Half a helmet hung on his head, and his whole body was covered in bloody debris.

At the other end of the hallway, a dense horde of zombies charged forward madly and tirelessly.

Lin An seemed not to have heard, his gaze fixed tightly on a door on the left.

"Second Orthopedics."

The white-painted door was tightly shut, clean and neat.

"I think I've found it."

A flash of unusual color crossed Lin An's eyes.

He gently turned the door handle; the door wasn't locked.

"Click."

Behind the desk inside the office, a person in a white uniform resembling a doctor sat with their back to them.

"Judgment Eye."

"Mutant: 0"

"Mutant: 1"

The numbers flickered, as if unable to be determined.

Lin An frowned, stepping inside.

The numbers jumping back and forth on the light screen stopped, stabilizing at 1.

The probing mental power broke through the faint barrier, enveloping that "person".

"Zombie (First Level Mutant?):"

"This is an ordinary zombie, but he seems to have some mysterious power that helped him break the zombie's limit."

"Strength: 13"

"Agility: 6"

"Constitution: 10"

"Will: 12"

"Danger level: Medium."

"So that's it; it was just a false alarm."

The last stone in Lin An's heart fell to the ground.

The mutant detected by the Judgment Eye should be this zombie before us.

However, it is neither beyond his perception range nor a powerful Third Level entity.

Rather, it was wielding the Skullcrusher's Hand, relying on the equipment's built-in mental shield to block his detection.

The 13 points of strength in the attributes, first level (the mysterious power that helped it break the zombie's limit..)

Without a doubt.

Ordinary zombies' strength attributes are around 6 to 8 points, so the remaining 5-point difference can only come from the Skullcrusher's Hand.

"Come in and block the door."

Lin An casually ordered Zhang Tie to do a good job blocking the door.

"Power burst!"

Lin An let out a low shout, once again applying the full-attribute +2 enhancement effect.

The medicine's effect hasn't worn off; he still maintains peak combat power.

Lin An did not let his guard down just because the zombie before him posed little threat in stats.

The pristine treatment room, the zombie sitting back-facing, resembling a doctor.

It smelled the human scent but wasn't frenzied like an ordinary zombie.

Given all these abnormalities, Lin An naturally heightened his vigilance.

Bang!

The door was slammed shut by Zhang Tie, and within a few seconds outside came the frantic sound of pounding on the door.

The white-coated zombie showed no reaction, as if it were deaf.

Straight thrust!

The door couldn't hold back the zombie for long.

No matter what abnormality, we should first test it out!

Lin An's gaze was like a blade, his body straight as he thrust forward.

Although it was just a probe, this strike was enough to pierce a steel plate and instantly kill any zombie.

The bone spur tore through the air fiercely.

No.

Yes.

The voice was hoarse and strained, each word squeezed out from the throat.

Lin An's pupils contracted like needles, his whole body turning icy cold.

The strike originally aimed at the doctor zombie's head instantly deviated.

The voice came from the doctor.

Boom!

The wall behind the zombie was pierced, revealing gray concrete.

Lin An stared in disbelief at the doctor trying to continue speaking.

Zombie.

How could it possibly speak!

Lin An felt a chill all over his body.

In his past life, during three years in the Doomsday Game, he had never heard anyone mention that zombies could speak.

Being able to speak means it still possesses reason.

And.

Wisdom!

Unlike Lin An's fear, Zhang Tie merely stared in some surprise at the doctor.

The iron door behind him banged, causing him to stagger.

'Lin Dui, what the heck is this thing saying?'

Lin An did not answer, merely gripping the bone spur in his hand tightly.

It is not impossible for mutants to possess wisdom.

According to Lin An's knowledge, mutants of third rank and above begin to possess varying degrees of wisdom.

But a first-rank mutant zombie possessing wisdom?

If it were due to equipment, it could still be barely accepted, after all, Equipment often has special effects.

But if this zombie does not retain its wisdom through Doomsday equipment.

Then it would be too terrifying.

Humans can become the Overlord of the Blue Star, relying entirely on wisdom at the top of the food chain.

If a first-rank mutant zombie already possesses wisdom, Lin An truly does not know what humanity could use to block it.

First-rank mutants are not rare in number!

The Doomsday Game will shift from fighting monsters to a survival war between two 'species'.

Heavy footsteps.

Lin An held the bone spur against the doctor's head; any slight movement would kill it.

What do you want to say?

Ridiculous.

Lin An never imagined he would be speaking to a zombie.

No... don't... kill... me.

Huh.

Huh.

As Lin An approached, the zombie doctor seated in the chair could hardly restrain its instinctual craving for flesh.

It panted like a dying old man from its throat.

Its body repeatedly tried to rise from the chair and then lunge to bite.

But reason suppressed the instinct.

Lin An actually saw fear in its eyes.

It tilted its head, trying to deflect the bone spur from its forehead.

Give me a reason not to kill you.

Lin An took a deep breath.

A zombie fears death and is begging for mercy?

You... want... it...

The doctor zombie was restless.

It slowly raised its right hand.

On the right hand where the flesh had been stripped away, a glove was worn.

The glove was entirely an eerie black, covered with dense blood-red patterns.

On the back of the glove there was an empty hollow groove, as if something had once been inlaid there.

Lin An's heart jumped, a flash of blue light flickered in the depths of his eyes.

"Judgment Eye!"

"Ding, discovered Apocalypse Equipment. Grade: Excellent (Blue)."