The setting sun, red as blood, shone into the observatory. The blood-red light struck everyone's faces, slowly allowing the deathly silent atmosphere to fade away.
Regardless, since they had survived, they needed to continue making plans for survival.
Hayato suppressed the grief over his best friend's deaths, dragged his weary body, and led the two boys up to the top floor to retrieve the items issued by the mastermind of the Survival Game.
It wasn't that Hayato hadn't called out to Makoto.
But Makoto seemed to have fallen into a state of breakdown due to intense psychological stimulation. He was curled up in a corner, tightly covering his eyes, constantly muttering confusing things like, "We are all going to die" and "That lunatic won't let us go..." He refused to be touched by anyone else. He was completely unwilling to interact with others.
The several crates issued by the mastermind of the Survival Game were all items that Tsubasa and the others urgently needed. These crates, modified by the mastermind's black technology, were surprisingly light and not heavy at all.
Hayato and the others easily brought them down. Unfortunately, these crates could not carry other items, nor could they be taken away from the hotel.
Previously, Tsubasa's kukri knife had been completely scrapped after several battles, both large and small. He opened the Weapon Crate and selected a samurai sword to serve as his melee weapon.
Next, he opened the Ammunition Supply Crate and replenished all the ammunition for the AK-105, Colt Python, Beretta M9, and Grenade Launcher.
Finally, he stuffed the white phosphorus grenades and M57 fragmentation grenades into his waist pouch. He also selected an AWM sniper rifle, re-arming himself to the teeth, completely filling the gap in his long-range killing methods.
"Shiraha-san, this green can says 'Bile Bomb' on it. How should we use it?" Hayato curiously picked up a glowing green jar and asked Tsubasa. He already knew that this young man seemed to understand this world quite well, possessing information that they did not.
The cylindrical glass container in front of them, which resembled a thermos, was filled with an entire bottle of unknown liquid.
For Tsubasa, this item was absolutely important, even more effective than a Molotov cocktail!
Bile Bomb. This was an item that players could collect in the Life 4 Dead game. As long as the jar was thrown and shattered, the liquid inside would instantly evaporate upon contact with the air.
This evaporated liquid had an extremely unpleasant, fishy odor that made humans wrinkle their noses immediately upon smelling it. But for zombies, it was a fatal temptation, even more attractive than fresh human flesh.
In the game, whenever the player encountered a sudden horde of zombies, or if a teammate accidentally triggered a police car and alerted the horde, they could throw the Bile Bomb to save their lives.
While it was active, common Infected would fight each other near the mist, ignoring humans.
If a Special Infected was splattered, it would be surrounded and attacked by the common Infected, giving players plenty of time to escape.
After listening to Tsubasa's explanation, Hayato's expression became solemn, and he carefully put the item away.
"I took a look inside the Food Reserve Crate; there's a lot of food." Hayato wiped the sweat from his forehead, looked at his blackened palm, and offered a wry smile. "Besides easily storable canned goods, there is also a large amount of fresh vegetables and meat, enough to last us for a long time."
After a brief pause, he continued: "Once the tide of zombies fully disperses and their numbers drop a bit more, we can put the anti-skid chains on the school bus and leave this place."
Right now, even though the majority of the zombies had retreated, there were still some scattered zombies wandering in the hallway. If they were to clear them out, it would take at least a few days. As for staying in the hotel, no one wanted to remain here any longer.
After tonight, the hotel would not only lose electricity but also water. It was no longer suitable for habitation.
Tsubasa nodded and led Yukino and Utaha back to the room.
At this moment, he felt like his body was falling apart. Every part of his body ached. His weary eyelids were constantly fighting to stay open.
After showering, Tsubasa, with his spirit still strained, directly hugged Utaha's soft body and fell into a deep sleep.
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Tsubasa's sleep lasted an entire day.
It wasn't until the evening of the next day that Tsubasa was awakened by his rumbling stomach.
"You're awake? Dinner is ready."
A female voice sounded, drawing his attention.
Yukino and Utaha sat at the table, waiting for him to eat together.
It was a simple Japanese-style stew. All kinds of vegetables, meat, and canned food were thrown into the pot and boiled. The taste wasn't particularly good. But for Tsubasa at this moment, anything that could be swallowed was a delicacy.
The two women were already well aware of his appetite.
After finishing one pot, another was cooked, and only then did Tsubasa feel full.
Opening his personal template, he began to check the gains from passing through the zombie horde this time.
[Player Name: Tsubasa Shiraha
Player Title: -
Constitution: 3.1
Strength: 2.1
Dexterity: 4.1
Perception: 4.1
Spirit: 2.5
Skills: Multiple Electro Arrows
Equipment: -
Free Stat Points: 5
Game Points: ... ]
[Master Swordsmanship → Iai Slash (MAX)]
[Master Marksmanship → Gun Fu (MAX)]
[Extreme State - First Stage (3/20) → Extreme State - First Stage (4/20)]
[Multiple Electro Arrows (3/20) → Multiple Electro Arrows (12/20)]
With 5 Free Stat Points, Tsubasa decided to add three points to Strength and two points to Constitution.
During the fight with the tank, he clearly noticed his disadvantage against tank-like enemies. Enough skill, not enough damage output. His knife was always difficult to penetrate the Tank's tough skin.
If it weren't for the Extreme State... It would be unknown who would win.
The moment the stat points were allocated, Tsubasa felt a mysterious feeling surge up from his body. He was no stranger to this feeling. The original soreness remaining from the intense battle quickly faded. His muscle lines quietly became more defined.
When he raised his hand, he could clearly feel the burst of power in his arm. He subconsciously clenched his fist, as if his palm could grasp the solid power in the air.
At this moment, even when facing a Tank again, he had full confidence that he could easily break through the opponent's tough skin with just a slash of his blade.
And the improvement in his body was even more intuitive. The fatigue that hadn't completely recovered even after deep sleep completely dissipated. He felt refreshed.
"This feeling... It's almost like ascending into a higher dimension." Tsubasa slightly moved his neck, and with the crisp sound of his bones stretching, his entire figure subtly grew a few centimeters taller.
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