I have an Apocalypse City

Chapter 80 - 80: 80: The Villa is Occupied

Translator: 549690339

“Night Slayer (Foundation), Category: Integrated Hexagram Array, Usage Effect 1: At night, attack power increases by 15%; Usage Effect 2: At night, automatically absorbs moon essence to enhance physical qualities; Usage Effect 3: At night, capable of morphing into a dark cloud, immune to physical attacks, increases resistance by 100%, and can fly on air, inflicting (30+200%*Spirit) damage to targets within range every 10 seconds, dark cloud state lasts for 60 seconds, consumes 1 Spirit Point per second, cooldown time 30 minutes, this skill can be actively released and canceled prematurely; Usage Effect 4: Can be embedded with six spirit talismans to further increase power;”

“What is this thing?” Song Jian was somewhat surprised, looking at the Hexagram Star pattern attributes that had merged into his body.

“Little Cheap Brother, what happened to you?” Ke’er asked Song Jian curiously, “Why did you take off your clothes?”

“Can’t you see the pattern on my chest?” Song Jian looked blank and asked back.

“What pattern? There’s nothing on your chest!” Ke’er looked confused.

“Could it be that only 1 can see it?” Song Jian muttered to himself.

“Little Cheap Brother, let’s go quickly. It’s so dark here, and I’m a little scared!” Ke’er whispered, grabbing Song Jian’s clothes.

“Alright, alright, let’s leave right away…” Song Jian smiled slightly, holding Ke’er’s hand as they walked out of the park.

The night was a time for monsters to rampage, and the roars and howls of various creatures echoed around them. Each one emitted a ferocious aura. Song Jian, holding Ke’er, summoned his motorcycle and raced towards the highway.

Yesterday, the mutated zombies on the highway were cleaned up, but they were reappearing one by one. It wouldn’t be long before the highway was once again swarming with zombies just like before.

In just a matter of minutes, Song Jian arrived back at Camel Square.

“Ke’er, do you want to go back to your place or come with me to my safe house?” Song Jian asked.

Perhaps it was because they were back in familiar territory, but Ke’er was once again as lively as ever. She jumped off the motorcycle and waved to Song Jian, “Little Cheap Brother, 1’11 go back to my own safe house. That bar is a great place, and 1 want to keep it for myself. I can’t let anyone else take it away from me.”

Song Jian nodded and said, “Alright, if there’s anything, just have Little Purple come look for me.”

This game surprisingly didn’t allow players to add friends, nor did it have various channels, something Song Jian complained about more than once.

Watching Ke’er leave, Song Jian headed towards his own safe house.

As soon as he approached the villa’s wall, Song Jian could hear noise coming from inside, as if there were many people in there.

Song Jian’s face darkened. He had spent thousands of wood and hundreds of stone materials to fortify the villa’s walls. Ordinary mutated zombies wouldn’t be able to break through its defenses. But he didn’t expect that just after leaving for a day, someone had occupied the place.

Seeing the broken door, Song Jian’s face became even grimmer, and the anger in his heart erupted.

Without any countermeasures, even the strongest defenses would be destroyed by people. Song Jian entered the courtyard and discovered five or six people gathered around a bonfire.

The door of the villa had traces of being hammered and chiseled, indicating they were attempting to enter the villa but hadn’t managed to break through yet. The main door of the villa had lower defenses compared to the courtyard gate, but if they wanted to destroy it, that low-level defense wouldn’t stand a chance against them. Perhaps they were too tired or had exhausted too much energy breaking the courtyard gate, so they hadn’t entered the villa yet.

“Boss, this place has such good defenses, do you think someone chose it as their safe house?” A17 or 18-year-old teenager asked worriedly by the bonfire.

“Hmph, even if there is someone, it must be a lone wolf. We have so many people, do we need to be afraid of them?” A twentysomething with red hair scooped canned food with his hands, eating and talking at the same time.

“That’s right, there are so many of us, and our boss is already a level 4 guy. With him around, no one dares to mess with us!” The other few people chimed in loudly.

Zhao Liu had a smug smile on his face, eyeing the villa’s wall. When he went hunting for mutated zombies today, he had spotted the wall made of level 3 wood and level 1 stone, which required a large amount of wood and stone materials. He knew that just by doing some mental calculations, it would take at least 10,000 units of wood to build a level 3 wooden wall around the villa.

“Perhaps this person spends every day gathering materials, so that’s how they collected so much wood and stone. But their own level mustn’t be high, and they must be very weak in strength.” Zhao Liu thought to himself.

At that moment, a teenager sitting next to Zhao Liu screamed and retreated, hiding behind Zhao Liu as if seeing a ghost.

“B-boss, look over there, there’s a zombie…”

Zhao Liu was startled and frowned when he heard the words “there’s a zombie.” He slapped the boy’s head and scolded him, “Fuck! Haven’t you seen a zombie before? I’ve killed more than a dozen by myself! There’s nothing to be afraid of!”

Several people looked over to see a dark figure slowly approaching them from the courtyard gate.

“Brothers, grab your weapons; it’s just one…” Zhao Liu stood up and shouted loudly.

“Boss, it seems, it doesn’t seem to be a zombie. It’s a person!” someone hesitated.

Zhao Liu was taken aback and squinted his eyes. Indeed, the other party was wearing metal armor, holding a dagger, and displayed a level above their head. Zhao Liu’s heart skipped a beat. Level 7!

A bad feeling surged in his heart, and he quickly sheathed his weapon and put on a smiling face, “Brother, I wonder what business you have in our base?” Zhao Liu deliberately emphasized the word “base,” hoping that the person in front of him would back off.

“Your base?” Song Jian smiled and opened his mind’s safety valve completely after killing Zhao Sihai. He no longer had any scruples about killing.

“In this world, there are always some people who want to dig their own graves!” Song Jian had an inexplicable surge of rage in his heart. He didn’t notice that on his chest, the Hexagram Star Array diagram was faintly emitting black light.

“Either get the fuck out of my house, or die!” Song Jian spoke coldly, his right hand gripping the dagger tightly.

“What did you say, kid?” The group of people surrounding the bonfire all stood up, pulling out their weapons. Some were armed with knives and swords, some with firearms, all aimed at Song Jian.

A touch of coldness appeared at the corner of Song Jian’s mouth. The highest level among these people was only level 4, and most of them were level 2 or 3 players, hardly any different from ordinary people in Song Jian’s eyes.

These people had vitality points between 70 and 100. With Song Jian’s current strength, he could essentially kill one with a single strike, and their attacks wouldn’t pose a threat to Song Jian, who had over 200 vitality points. It would only consume at most half of his vitality and result in all of them being killed.

Song Jian stooped down slightly, preparing to make his move. Zhao Liu noticed the expression on Song Jian’s face and seemed to think of something terrifying. He hurriedly shouted, “Everyone, put your fucking weapons away, or do you want to die? Hurry, put them away!”