The Bronze Chest

Night falls.

Some of the braver souls started sneaking out, seizing the opportunity to look for food.

Jeremy casually threw the leftovers of his meal onto a zombie below. Amidst the roar of the zombies, he looked up towards the direction of the teaching building and noticed that some classrooms were also lit up.

Jeremy could vaguely see a figure walking among them. Some classrooms have banners hanging outside their windows, asking for help, with words such as "Someone here, help!" and "Whoever has food, I can exchange it with water!"

This reminded Jeremy of people seeking help in war-torn areas.

However, he had no intention of playing the good Samaritan.

Jeremy merely glanced and then shifted his attention away, continuing his mission to clear the remaining monsters.

He planned to spend the entire night grinding.

For ordinary people, killing monsters at night is undoubtedly a suicidal behavior.

Because the vision was obstructed, God knows what monster is hidden in the corner.

But for someone as skilled and daring as Jeremy, these slow-moving zombies at night were just walking experience points.

Arriving at a stairwell corner, Jeremy spotted two Level 2 werewolves covered in black fur outside a restroom.

As soon as Jeremy laid eyes on the werewolves, their stats appeared before him.

[Werewolf (Common)]

[Level]: lv2

[Attack]: 24-38

[Defense]: 8

[Skills]: None

[Tip: Killing the werewolf on the left with your foot will 100% drop a Black Iron grade equipment!]

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Seeing the tip from the all-knowing eye, Jeremy's eyes lit up!

Finally, he encountered monsters that could drop equipment.

Without hesitation, Jeremy, holding a machete, walked straight towards them.

His original military spike had been damaged in battle. But fortunately, Jeremy had spare equipment in his backpack. Otherwise, he might have had to look for a fire axe by now.

"Howl..."

Two werewolves spotted Jeremy walking towards them, and their fur and hair stood on end. They bared their teeth and issued a warning, sobbing.

They could smell the strong scent of blood on Jeremy and sensed that this human was very dangerous.

Jeremy didn't slow down. If anything, he sped up. The two Level 2 monsters posed no threat to him at this point. The night was full of dangers, and Jeremy was determined to make quick work of them.

Seeing Jeremy not stopping, the werewolves' eyes turned blood-red with violence. Their claws scratching white marks on the ground before they both leaped towards Jeremy.

Jeremy didn't retreat but advanced instead. Powering through his legs, he dodged one werewolf's pounce and kicked the equipment-dropping werewolf away with a straight kick.

The other werewolf, after landing, immediately swung its claws towards Jeremy's back with a swift attack.

However, Jeremy seemed to have eyes on his back and managed to dodge its claws on his side. At the same time, he stabbed the werewolf's neck directly with his backhand and then slashed it fiercely, causing blood to splatter everywhere.

By the time the other werewolf got up, the one behind Jeremy had already collapsed heavily.

[You have killed a lv2 werewolf, earning 14 experience points!]

Jeremy didn't stop. He rushed towards the last werewolf.

The werewolf initially wanted to struggle desperately. But in just a few breaths, it had its arms severed by Jeremy's blade. Finally, its head was kicked open by Jeremy.

[You have killed a lv2 werewolf, gaining 17 experience points!]

A white orb emerged from the werewolf's body, conspicuously visible in the night.

Jeremy reached out to pick it up, and a white dagger instantly appeared in his hand.

[Equipment]: Wolftooth Dagger

[Level]: Black Iron

[Quality]: Blue

[Attributes]: Strength +5, Agility +5

[Skills]: None

Jeremy was somewhat surprised. He hadn't expected to come across a Blue-quality Black Iron weapon!

Equipment levels are categorized into ten grades, namely Black Iron, Bronze, Silver, Gold, etc.

Black Iron grade corresponds to players and monsters from levels 1 to 10.

Besides, there are five quality levels.

They are White (Broken), Blue (Common), Purple (Rare), Orange (Precious), and Gold (Perfect).

The higher the level and quality of the equipment, the better its attributes, and naturally, the rarer it is.

"My luck isn't too bad after all!"

Jeremy smiled, storing the military knife in his storage space and holding the Wolftooth Dagger. He could feel his body becoming significantly lighter.

He opened his panel and found that his Strength attribute had increased to 31 points and his Agility to 26 points. The equipment significantly boosted a player's strength.

Jeremy is preparing to leave here and try his new weapon.

However, he had only taken a few steps when he stopped, faintly hearing whispers.

"Are there survivors?"

Jeremy immediately judged. With all four attributes exceeding 20 points, Jeremy's senses were incredibly sharp.

He could even discern that it was a girl's voice, coming from within a restroom stall... And there were other subdued voices conversing in the restroom.

There seemed to be more than one person hiding.

At the same time, a prompt from the all-knowing eye appeared before Jeremy.

[Tip: There are 3 people in the restroom, and 4 monsters outside it.]

Jeremy looked at the prompt, his expression unchanged.

Strictly speaking, this was the first time Jeremy had encountered other survivors here, aside from Emma. The rest had either been killed by monsters or had tried to flee and died outside the academic building.

However, Jeremy had no intention of rescuing them. Too many monsters could cause a commotion, potentially putting him in danger.

But just as Jeremy was about to leave quietly, a prompt suddenly appeared before him.

[Tip: There is a Bronze-level chest outside the restroom!]

Jeremy couldn't move his steps and his eyes lit up.

There was actually a Bronze chest here?!

Chests are a type of item in the post-apocalyptic game, opening them could yield powerful equipment or items.

Chests are graded into ten levels: Black Iron, Bronze, Silver, Gold, etc., with different levels of chests containing different items. This was the first chest Jeremy had encountered.

Without a second thought, Jeremy headed straight in.

Outside the restroom, three level 2 zombies and one level 3 goblin were wandering around.

"Roar!" As Jeremy approached, their crimson eyes suddenly lit up, emitting bursts of angry roars. Even their originally slow footsteps immediately became swift.

However, Jeremy's gaze wasn't on them but was fixed on a bronze chest behind them. His eyes sparkled with excitement, almost frighteningly so.

...

Meanwhile, inside the restroom, Bonnie and several adults were hiding in the stalls of the women's restroom.

Their faces were pale, and they dared not breathe loudly.

Through the gaps in the restroom door, they could see slow-moving shadows wandering outside. From time to time, zombies would hit the restroom door, seemingly sensing the presence of living people inside.

Fortunately, the restroom door was very sturdy, and they had barricaded it with several partition doors. So even if zombies occasionally sensed their presence, they couldn't get in.

Unfortunately... the door was already somewhat deformed and probably wouldn't hold much longer.

And with no windows in this restroom for escape, they were trapped.

A female teacher with glasses spoke up, "We can't go on like this. We must find a way out. Otherwise, when the door is broken through, we'll all die here!"

A middle-aged male teacher with a beer belly, wearing a white shirt, irritably smoked a cigarette and said, "Easy for you to say, but how?"

The female teacher hesitated, then suggested, "What if... we try to go through the vent?"

Although there were no windows in the bathroom, there was an air vent, which was very small, only a few tens of centimeters.

The overweight teacher seemed about to explode in anger but feared attracting monsters. He snorted heavily, pointed at the small window less than a few dozen centimeters wide, and angrily whispered, "Are you an idiot? Forget my size, look if you can squeeze through that gap. You've watched too many movies, haven't you?"

For a moment, the restroom fell silent again, with only the thumping of zombies knocking on the door.

Bonnie huddled in the corner, pursing her lips tightly. She regretted coming out to report Jeremy. Otherwise, she wouldn't have been trapped in the restroom of the academic building after the apocalypse broke out, slowly waiting to die.

Just then, there was a commotion among the monsters outside.

The people inside thought the monsters were preparing to break in, showing fear on their faces.

But then, they realized something was wrong.

Because they suddenly heard the sound of monsters roaring and fighting.

"What's happening outside?"

They looked at each other, seeing the confusion in each other's eyes.