Chapter 22: The Difference Between One Person Eating Three Dishes and Four People Sharing One Dish

The infusion room was located behind the medical office, furnished with a few small infusion beds. Yazī found a private infusion room and stepped inside. To ensure privacy, he placed one of his Reconnaissance Eyes at the doorway before finally lying down on a bed.

He opened his status panel to check his progress. He still needed a little over twenty XP to reach Level 6. By tomorrow, if he killed a dozen or so zombies, he'd level up. He then double‑checked the contents of his storage, ensuring nothing was missing, and finally opened the panel for his Cheat System:

  [One Against a Hundred]:  As an outstanding host, you must demonstrate your power by killing 100 zombies (of any level) in the Modu Sports Center.  Task Progress: 45/100  Task Reward: Draw one random normal cheat and one bronze‑grade equipment.  Time Limit: 24 hours

Seeing that he still needed 55 more zombie kills, Yazī mused that the six hours available tomorrow morning would certainly suffice. With that, he closed his eyes and, clad in his gear, drifted off to sleep.

…

At 6:00 AM the next morning, the alarm on his watch went off. Yazī quickly opened his eyes and shook his head; it took him barely a second to become fully alert. "Damn—my alertness isn't as sharp as before; it used to take less than a second," he grumbled. The Reconnaissance Eye by the door was still active.

Yazī stepped out of the private room to find the infusion room empty—apparently, the four workers he had hired were extremely diligent. Exiting the infusion room, he found that the two repairmen and Zhong Yexue were still busily crafting their items, while only the little nurse had dozed off against a wall. Judging by her dark circles, she must have worked hard all night.

Upon hearing his footsteps, the three slowly looked up. "Not bad—all done well," Yazī remarked, clearly impressed by the repairmen's skill. Their work had produced items that closely matched his specifications. On the floor was also a box containing the medicines Yazī needed. He quickly calculated that, between these crafted items, the medicines, his Tang Blade, and various knick‑knacks, his storage would soon be filled to the brim.

"Alright, that's enough—stop now," he ordered. The three workers then ceased their work. One by one, Yazī gathered up the items and stored them. Then, in the expectant eyes of the trio, he produced some cards. Even though these cards had not been activated, they made the workers' mouths water at the sight of them. Not stingy, Yazī thought for a moment before handing out four cards. These supply cards contained food with a much higher satiety value than ordinary meals—each card could sustain a person for an entire day if they weren't fighting.

"One card per person—fair and square," Yazī said as he handed the cards out, also rousing the sleeping little nurse. The two repairmen immediately expressed heartfelt thanks, and Zhong Yexue also murmured her gratitude.

"Save it—we all have our needs," Yazī waved dismissively. For him, four cards were nothing more than the equivalent of killing four zombies. But for them—who rarely had the chance to kill hundreds of zombies or even join a dungeon—such cards were hard-won.

"Um, boss—how do we use these cards?" Zhong Yexue suddenly inquired. Yazī couldn't help but laugh; even in the apocalypse, the game had no proper tutorial for newbies. He then explained the activation method. (Really, the Apocalypse Game is something else—even it took me days in my previous life just to learn how to open my storage!)

After that, he took three cards for himself and began enjoying a sumptuous breakfast. Zhong Yexue and the others huddled together, discussing and eventually sharing two cards between them to enjoy a hard‑earned meal. Tears almost welled in their eyes with gratitude—after nearly three days of hunger, they were finally fed!

Once they were sated, the four workers decided to rest. Yazī, meanwhile, prepared to set off. He had, in a sense, "done Zhong Yexue a favor" by providing them with food. He told them that around 12:00 PM they should be ready to leave; the reason being that by then, he should have cleared out a large number of zombies. Whether they heeded his advice or not was not his concern.

After shutting off the infirmary lights and gathering his thick cloth, Yazī peered through the glass at the scene outside. There were noticeably more zombies than the previous night. He counted the undead within his visible range—roughly a dozen. He knew that his next move had to be quiet; drawing the attention of the hundreds of zombies on the first floor would be disastrous.

Yazī surveyed the terrain and discovered that the corridor leading to the public restroom was ideal. About a dozen meters long and roughly two meters wide, it would allow him to confront the dozen zombies without having to run excessively—thus minimizing noise. With a plan in mind, Yazī opened the infirmary door just enough and slipped out. Closing the door behind him, he entered "stealth mode."

He adjusted his posture, bending at the waist to slip into the blind spot of taller zombies, all the while maintaining his pace. He moved tactfully, using various obstacles to block the other zombies' view. Satisfied with his fluid, almost dance‑like maneuvers—moves that would have earned him the title of a legend if anyone had seen him—Yazī silently dispatched a nearby zombie with one clean slash, then gently laid its body down without making a sound. On the ground, he found:

[A Fishing Rod]

"Not bad—it might come in handy. Even if the line on it could be repurposed," he mused. Tucking away the card, he continued his silent march.

If anyone were to witness Yazī's graceful, almost poetic stealth—one might even call it "celestial"—they'd undoubtedly revere him. Without exaggeration, Yazī believed that at this moment, in the realms of stealth and assassination, he was unmatched in the world. After all, before his rebirth he had even faced off against someone hailed as the world's top killer—and back then, despite many years surviving the apocalypse, no one had ever outclassed him. And now? Even less so.