Chapter 42

Beep Discovered Epic Tier Equipment 【Soul-devouring Hand】 has been bound. It will drop upon the target's death.

Beep, Discovered Doomsday Tier Equipment 【Judgment Ring】 (Space Ring) has been bound, it will drop upon the target's death.

Pupils contracted violently, heart pounding.

Strong greed surged up, Yu Shihao desperately suppressed the impulse to seize the equipment.

Unlike others, he still had no understanding of the Doomsday Game.

His intelligence is not low; he usually likes playing games and reading novels, and his acceptance speed of the Doomsday Game is far higher than that of these middle-aged people.

Upon first touching an ordinary item, he keenly discovered that Equipment exists in the Doomsday Game.

Since it wasn't exactly concealed information, he also knew what Equipment tiers existed.

They turned out to be Epic Tier and Doomsday Tier Equipment!

Even without seeing the stats, he knew how exaggerated the attributes of these two pieces of Equipment must be.

Seeing Wen Ya embracing Lin An, he couldn't help but feel jealousy rise.

Why, as fellow players, do you have powerful Equipment and a beauty in your arms, while I can only flee like a dog before Zombies?

Kill him!

Kill Lin An! Seize the Equipment!

Killing intent arose, and Yu Shihao reluctantly moved his hand away from the ring.

His breathing was ragged.

As long as I get the Equipment, I will also have power!

Not only that.

He stood up and covertly sized up Wen Ya's chest, his throat convulsing.

Wen Ya hurried downstairs in a short-sleeve shirt and hot pants, her figure well-proportioned; years of fitness gave her an excellent physique.

Her long hair tied in a ponytail added a dash of spirited vigor to her youthful aura.

As the former literature department belle of H City, Wen Ya's beauty goes without saying.

Damn it, this is the woman I want.

He suddenly thought of Wang Fang, who died on the eighth floor, and his heart filled with irritation.

His former 'girlfriend' pales in comparison to Wen Ya—like heaven and earth.

Wang Fang's resentful gaze before her death made him wake up from nightmares every night.

Damn it, the bitch isn't just ugly.

I'm stupid enough to die, yet she still interrupts my beautiful dream!

Kill Lin An.

Not only will the power be mine, but his woman will be mine too!

He couldn't help fantasizing about the mighty aura of wielding Equipment to slaughter all directions, and also imagined how the iceberg-like Wen Ya before him would moan beneath him.

"Wen Ya, you don't need to worry too much. Lin An..."

Yu Shihao casually offered a few words of comfort, while his right hand, as if possessed, reached toward Wen Ya's waist to embrace her shoulder in consolation.

When is the best time to move a woman? When she is helpless!

He was confident this trick never fails.

"Swish."

What greeted him was not a warm body, but an axe blade.

Wen Ya pointed the axe blade at his direction, then coldly stared at the seemingly well-intentioned Yu Shihao.

Her gaze was wary.

"Don't worry about me; stay away from me."

Yu Shihao gave an embarrassed laugh, spreading his hands to indicate he had no other intentions.

Damn it, bitch.

I must get you into bed.

"I'll go find some food for Lin An and Zhang Tie."

Turning and leaving, he sighed, seeming somewhat chilled-hearted.

Second floor, 204.

Wen Ya silently gazed at Lin An, who remained unconscious, her brows lowered.

Four days have passed since Zhang Tie brought Lin An back, yet the two show no sign of waking at all.

Second Uncle and Lao Huang meanwhile comforted the weeping Youwei.

At the doorway, several middle-aged people held half a bottle of water and leftover biscuits, some dissatisfied.

The Survivors in the inn saw that Lin An seemed unlikely to survive, and they were no longer as courteous as before.

"Either we chain that guy up, or we lock the door."

"Water and food are running low; take it or leave it, or go hungry."

Upon hearing this, Second Uncle's face turned white with anger; the food distributed these days has been dwindling, and now they even want to chain Zhang Tie and Lin An?

"You... you're going too far!"

The people outside held the iron chain for locking the door, fearing it wouldn't be enough, they even brought along the chain originally used to tie up dogs.

"Yeah, he still hasn't woken up; he might turn into a Zombie any moment! Why waste food on him?"

One of them, face full of displeasure, had the dog chain jingling in his hand.

The longer it went on, the more uneasy they became.

With the insistence of Wen Ya and Zhang Tie's side, Lin An was forcibly fed a large amount of medicine.

In their view, Lin An had not yet turned into a zombie, but he couldn't hold out much longer.

Perhaps some medicine took effect temporarily, or perhaps the Awakened Ones' strong physique briefly suppressed the virus.

After all, if the medicine really worked, why hasn't he woken up yet?

The bandage-wrapped girl they brought back earlier had already woken up!

Who knows if Lin An will turn into a zombie in the next second.

"In my opinion, he shouldn't have been allowed up there in the first place!"

"It's got us on edge—I haven't slept well for two days!"

An older middle-aged woman stood with her arms crossed behind the crowd and shouted:

"We don't owe him anything! It's not like we asked him to kill zombies!"

"Exactly, he's just tagging along. He's not really here to save us."

With Lin An and Zhang Tie confirmed unconscious, and without their martial deterrence, the crowd was no longer afraid.

As more people gathered and everyone came to their senses, many even suggested throwing him out of the building.

After all, even if tied with a chain, it would still be very risky.

Wen Ya turned her head, coldly staring at the few people who had just entered.

These people come to cause trouble almost every day, but today was especially intense.

The crowd was stirred up, and under the instigation of Director Wang's group, many people grabbed steel pipe axes, planning to forcibly throw Lin An out.

"Whoever comes over dies."

Wen Ya grabbed the firefighter's axe beside her; her frail frame and the axe in her hands were mismatched.

The crowd snorted in laughter.

"You little brat, can you even wield that axe?"

"I'll tell you, that's all the food we have."

A tattooed man walked out of the crowd, one of the few strong men in the guesthouse.

Many people, seeing no hope in relying on Lin An, simply followed him, also counting as part of Director Wang's side.

"Feeding these dying people—isn't that a waste?"

He pulled a military energy bar from his pocket, broke it apart, and stuffed it into his mouth.

"Damn, this stuff tastes awful."

Wen Ya's fingers gripping the axe handle turned white.

The military rations in the man's hand were left by Lin An before he departed.

It seems the food she had hidden in her room has probably all been dug out.

"Food, give it back to me."

Lin An is now weak-breathing and has remained unconscious.

Unlike what others think, Lin An is not in a coma caused by fighting the zombie virus.

On the first day, she happened upon equipment together with Yu Shihao.

From the system's prompts and observations, she keenly noticed the black glove on Lin An's hand, which from time to time draws strange energy from his body.

The scarlet flower pattern on the glove is just shy of being filled.

Based on speculation, Lin An's current coma is likely due to the glove constantly draining his energy, leaving him without replenishment.

"Still?"

"Whoever finds it gets it!"

"Want it? Sure. Come chat with me, brother, and I can give you a bit more."

The man leered, his eyes scanning Wen Ya.

The day after Zhang Tie returned, Director Wang joined him in gathering the food inside the guesthouse.

Distributed daily as needed.

However, this thing called demand.

The tattooed man gave a cold snort.

He used a bucket of instant noodles last night to sleep with a young woman who'd been hungry for two days—and it was quite enjoyable.

He still recalls that full-bodied feel—damn, it was exhilarating!

"Aren't you afraid that when Brother Zhang wakes up, he'll come settle scores with you?"

Second Uncle leaned against the wall to stand upright, glaring at the tattooed man.

Zhang Tie's condition is much better than Lin An's; even a day ago he had made a sound.

Unlike the zombie-inflicted wounds visible on Lin An, aside from his originally broken arm, he is otherwise unharmed.

The tattooed man chuckled lightly, but a hint of wariness flashed in his eyes.

If it weren't for worrying that Zhang Tie might wake up, and these people protecting him, he would have long ago figured out how to get Lin An out with Director Wang.

"Wen Ya, great beauty, why bother protecting someone who's about to die?"

"He might turn into a zombie any second and eat you!"

"Tsk, I can't bear to watch you be bitten to death by this guy."

"You'd be better off following me, brother—living the good life."

"Besides, I'm definitely better off alive than he is."

The tattooed man smirked, then subtly thrust his hips forward.

"Alright, first bring out that bandage-wrapped guy inside."

Outside the door, several middle-aged men wielding axes suddenly rushed in, grabbing the bandaged girl like a corpse and dragging her out.

"What do you want to do?!"

Inside the room, everyone panicked and wanted to stop them, but they couldn't get close due to the threat of the axes in their hands.

"What are you doing? Do you need to meddle? You annoying old thing."

The leading man kicked Lao Huang with one foot, sending him sprawling to the ground.

Wen Ya clenched her fists; over the past few days, Lao Huang and Second Uncle have also been taking extra care of Lin An.

If everyone hadn't saved food to share with Lin An, his condition would only have gotten worse.

But the situation forces our hand; we cannot afford a conflict now.

Damn it, we should have just killed Wang Jianguo from the start!

Wen Ya suddenly felt some regret, and she began to understand why Lin An is so cold toward people.

The tattooed man snorted, indifferent to Wen Ya's reaction, and led the crowd away.

"Bang."

The door shut, and the sound of chains clanking came from outside.

"They've locked the door?!"

Lao Huang hurried to the door, where the people outside were wrapping iron chains around and around.

Wen Ya remained silent, her formerly forced composure turning to despair and helplessness.

In her arms, Lin An's once fairly sturdy body had wasted away to something inhuman, his complexion ashen.

The situation worsened day by day.

Wake up soon, Lin An.

I really... don't know what to do.

Wen Ya silently melted her own portion of food and fed it to Lin An's mouth, then carefully covered his right hand.

Right now, all the food of the five people in the room has been given to Lin An and Zhang Tie, and everyone is starving.

Everyone knows that if either Zhang Tie or Lin An wakes up, the situation will turn around.

As for the bandaged girl lying in the corner, she woke up on her own the next day.

But no matter what anyone asked her, she gave no response, merely closing her eyes each day like a corpse and staying completely still.

We also don't know where the people outside took her, or what they intend to do.

Wen Ya sis, you haven't eaten in two days. How about you eat mine?

Zhang Youwei wiped away a tear from her cheek, then stepped up to Wen Ya holding a half piece of chocolate with a bite mark.

Wen Ya shook her head slightly, and smiled as she touched her.

No thanks, you keep it for yourself.

Is Lin An bro about to die? I see his face getting scarier and scarier.

Youwei timidly glanced at Lin An's sunken cheeks, full of worry.

"No."

Wen Ya shook her head firmly, her fingers stroking Lin An's cheek.

"He'll wake up soon!"