Fierce Battle

Born moved swiftly through each floor.

Whenever a zombie dog or zombie cat appeared, he immediately took action. Despite his efforts, there were still casualties.

[Maid Corps member has died. Current recruitment: 19/35]

One had died?

A girl's face flashed in Born's mind. He sighed but had no time to mourn.

He activated the system's detection skill. Unfortunately, it only identified two special talents with medical expertise.

Born felt helpless.

Doctors were valuable as they could enhance virus resistance, so he chose to find and recruit the two doctors.

Meanwhile, he targeted strong female zombies, killed them, and dragged their bodies away for recruitment.

At 40 points per recruitment, Born quickly replenished the ranks to 35.

However, the intensity of the battle left no time for each new member to change into a maid outfit.

Finally, the ordinary people encountered zombies.

Compared to the maid corps, these people's combat skills were atrocious. Calling them "dogshit" would be an insult to dogshit.

In their panic, some even shoved their companions towards the zombies to save themselves.

Born's blood pressure skyrocketed, and in his fury, he killed some of them on the spot.

As for those who hadn't joined earlier, they were nowhere to be seen, probably hiding on the top floor.

Born had said that if they gave up on themselves, no one could help them.

The number of zombies suddenly surged, seemingly endless.

While moving between floors using ropes, Born saw that the entire perimeter of the hotel was packed with zombies.

"DAMN."

"That tall zombie must have summoned all the nearby zombies."

Despite his cursing, Born knew it wasn't wise to rush downstairs now.

He had to keep drawing the zombies upstairs, using the emergency exits and long hallways to disperse them.

"Damn, these people are only making things worse. Pearl, take them upstairs to create escape routes. Use ropes to connect the outside. We can't hold the lower floors anymore, we need to retreat upwards!"

Born quickly ordered.

Pearl acknowledged and led the three shivering survivors upstairs.

Upon reaching the 14th floor, they encountered a few deranged survivors.

Pearl frowned.

However, before he could act, these crazed survivors broke the windows and jumped out.

"Die, die, the apocalypse is here, no one can survive!"

They shouted as they fell.

This further stirred a sense of despair. The three people Pearl brought up collapsed on the floor, muttering to themselves.

"Useless."

Pearl snorted coldly and ignored them, following Born's instructions to prepare escape routes.

Time passed slowly.

By nightfall, Born and his team were still fighting.

Born took a moment to glance out the window and saw an eagle flying by. It briefly looked at the window, flapped its wings, and flew away.

He was puzzled but didn't think much of it.

...

Meanwhile, at the exhibition hall.

The place Born had been longing for was now filled with filth.

In a corner, about a dozen naked, scarred girls crouched, trembling.

Around a table, eight men sat.

At the head was a burly man with a thick beard, looking extremely strong.

Hughie, carrying a rifle, glanced at a bespectacled man beside him.

The bespectacled man opened his eyes.

"Boss, they're all women, at least 30 of them. Most are wearing maid outfits, and there are several top-notch ones among them!"

The bespectacled man stood up, brimming with excitement.

Hughie let out a sinister laugh, "Not bad. I'm tired of this current batch of women; they're all a bunch of aging, so-called ladies, loose and completely unsatisfying."

"If we don't get new ones soon, you boys might have to step up, hehe..."

The henchmen at the table felt a chill run down their spines, their faces turning pale with fear.

The new women were truly their saviors.

Before the apocalypse, Hughie was the leader of this transport escort team. But after the world ended, his true nature gradually emerged.

Not only Hughie, but most of the transport escort team lost all restraint, indulging in the thrill of lawlessness.

The people who came to the exhibition hall were all wealthy and prestigious. But now, they were at the mercy of these workers, reduced to mere playthings.

Once high and mighty, they weren't even worthy of wearing clothes now.

Of course, not everyone succumbed to this depravity. Those who didn't share the same mindset were killed by Hughie.

"Once we get back, we can dispose of this batch of women."

"By the way, how's the combat strength of that group?" Hughie asked, his face suddenly serious.

The bespectacled man chuckled, "Hughie, even if they're strong fighters, so what?"

"After a battle like that, who's not exhausted? And all the zombies on those two streets have been drawn to them."

"Just wait. Even if the zombies don't kill them, they'll be worn out to the extreme."

Hughie couldn't help but pat the bespectacled man's shoulder, a metallic sheen slowly spreading over his body.

They had abilities too. Fortunately, the zombie cats and dogs they encountered weren't too powerful.

Of the eight men, three had awakened abilities.

"But make sure you keep a close watch. Don't let the zombies have those women. I haven't had my fill in a long time."

"Hughie, there are a few women in there who are just your type."

The eight men all burst into laughter.

In the exhibition hall, shattered plaster statues and discarded famous paintings were scattered across the floor, covered in footprints.

...

Time slowly passed.

Born's eyes were filled with fatigue.

After nearly a full day of fighting, from dawn till dusk and now into the late morning, they had retreated to the 25th floor. Most of the zombies had been cleared out.

Born opened the system panel.

[Current points: 12580]

Among the zombies were quite a few zombie cats and dogs, which provided a substantial number of evolution cores. Some cores had yet to be collected.

Everyone gathered together.

Born looked around.

Previously, he had recruited up to 35 people, but now there were only 24 left, with 11 having sacrificed themselves.

However, the core members had all survived, highlighting the importance of the maid combat uniforms in battle.

The newer recruits hadn't had the chance to wear the maid combat uniforms.

"Those who are injured, treat your wounds. If you've been hurt by a zombie, come to me immediately," Born instructed.

Just then, a gunshot rang out.

Born's eyes narrowed.

He stood up and saw a group of people rushing in.

Leading them was Hughie.

"Damn, there are so many prime targets," Hughie said, his eyes immediately locking onto Lane and Pearl, filled with a burning desire.

"Who are you?" Born asked sternly.