Holy Bow and Arrow

Wang Gang was momentarily stunned—he had never imagined his strength could reach such a level. With a single kick, he had sent Liu Ru hurtling more than three meters away.

Such a feat would have been utterly impossible for him before.

"Sophia, my power is incredible! Do you know how strong I am now?"

"Master," Sophia giggled, her voice laced with playful admiration, "your current strength has reached 200 kilograms. Once you evolve to the second tier, it will rise to 400 kilograms. Upon reaching the third tier, you'll possess an astonishing 700 kilograms of raw power. So, be sure to keep eating dirt, okay?"

As she spoke, a translucent interface materialized before Wang Gang, displaying his stats in meticulous detail.

Name: Wang GangGender: MaleAge: 22Class: Berserker, Tier 1Strength: 200 kg (Ordinary human: 50 kg)Speed: 100 meters in 7 seconds (Ordinary human: 13 seconds)Bone Density: 1.8 g/cm³ (Ordinary human: ~1.2 g/cm³)

"Sophia, so this is why consuming soil strengthens me?"

"Precisely, Master," she affirmed with a sweet smile.

In this apocalyptic world, people would fight—spill blood, even—for a mere piece of bread. Yet here he was, devouring soil to his heart's content and transforming into a berserker.

It was nothing short of defying the heavens.

If others learned of this, they would surely be driven to madness.

Musing over this absurd advantage, Wang Gang crouched down once more, shoveling dust and soil into his mouth with unabashed enthusiasm.

Just as he was relishing his bizarre feast, a zombie lunged at him, jaws snapping hungrily.

Annoyed, Wang Gang clenched his fist and delivered a devastating punch to the creature's skull.

A sickening crack echoed through the air—the zombie's head caved in like a shattered melon before its body crumpled lifelessly to the ground.

With a disdainful snort, Wang Gang sneered, "Interrupting my meal? You must have a death wish."

Time blurred as he continued consuming soil, his hunger finally satiated.

A deep, satisfied burp escaped him as he summoned his status panel once more.

Name: Wang GangGender: MaleAge: 22Class: Berserker, Tier 1Strength: 320 kg (Ordinary human: 50 kg)Speed: 100 meters in 5 seconds (Ordinary human: 13 seconds)Bone Density: 2.3 g/cm³ (Ordinary human: ~1.2 g/cm³)

Wang Gang's heart pounded with exhilaration.

A strength of 320 kilograms—he could bring down a fully grown bull with a single blow.

A speed of 5 seconds per 100 meters—almost on par with a cheetah, which, if he recalled correctly, could cover the same distance in 3.3 seconds.

A bone density of 2.3 g/cm³—approaching the toughness of concrete, and creeping ever closer to granite's 2.7 g/cm³.

Yet, he found himself unsatisfied.

It wasn't enough.

His bones should be as dense as steel itself—7.9 g/cm³.

"If only I weren't full… I could've broken into the second tier by now." He sighed with a tinge of regret.

He yearned for further evolution.

In this unforgiving world, only overwhelming strength could secure survival.

Just then, a massive horde of zombies stormed onto the field.

The moment their hollow, lifeless eyes fixed on Wang Gang, they let out guttural shrieks and charged like frenzied sharks scenting blood.

"Perfect timing," Wang Gang smirked. "Let me introduce you to my Explosive Void Arrows."

He drew his bow, took aim at the leading zombie, and loosed the string.

The arrow streaked through the air like a comet, finding its mark in the zombie's skull.

A muffled explosion followed—its head burst apart in a gory spray, the decapitated body slumping to the ground with a dull thud.

Wang Gang's eyes gleamed.

His power had clearly increased.

Previously, his arrows could only pierce through a zombie's head. Now, they obliterated them entirely.

In mere moments, he had slain six or seven of the undead.

But the numbers were overwhelming.

The horde surged forward, closing the gap—soon, they were barely twenty meters away.

Realizing he couldn't hold his ground, Wang Gang turned and sprinted toward the exit.

The zombies pursued relentlessly, their grotesque figures swarming the field and spilling into the surrounding campus.

Obstacles littered his path—some he obliterated with a single punch, others he felled with a well-placed arrow.

As he neared the academic building, an even larger wave of zombies flooded toward him.

"Damn it! There are still this many left?"

Seeing no other choice, he bolted into the building.

The hallways were littered with corpses—some motionless, others shambling hungrily.

Upon spotting him, the undead let out piercing wails and lunged forward.

But Wang Gang had no time for distractions.

Ignoring them entirely, he ascended the stairs at a blinding pace.

His plan was simple—reach the rooftop, secure the door, and render himself untouchable.

In under a minute, he arrived at the topmost floor.

However, to his dismay, the rooftop door was barricaded from the outside.

Peering through the iron grate, he locked eyes with several frightened figures.

Among them was a familiar face—Zhao Yong, a classmate of his.

"Zhao Yong! Open the door! There are zombies right behind me!" Wang Gang banged against the metal surface.

Zhao Yong hesitated, then reached for the lock—only to be stopped by another student.

"Zhao Yong, are you insane? We barely have enough food for ourselves! If you let him in, we'll have to share. Do you think we can afford that?"

Zhao Yong faltered, torn between compassion and self-preservation.

He and the other student, Qi Hui, were from the same hometown. They had originally planned a simple outing today—never imagining they'd be caught in a full-blown zombie apocalypse.

Fortunately, they had managed to flee to the rooftop, where their provisions ensured a few days of survival.

Hearing Qi Hui's words, Wang Gang's expression darkened.

These bastards… They were going to leave him for dead?

Fine. If kindness meant nothing, he would resort to force.

Just as he prepared to break the door down, Zhao Yong made his choice.

With a determined breath, he unlatched the door, turning to Qi Hui with a firm gaze. "Don't worry—I'll give him some of my share. He won't take from yours."

Qi Hui scowled, but it was too late—the door had been opened.

Like a shadow, Wang Gang slipped inside in an instant.

The others gasped in astonishment.

His speed… It was inhuman.

Meanwhile, Sophia followed closely behind—though, of course, only Wang Gang could see her.

Bang!

Zhao Yong wasted no time in slamming the door shut, wrapping a thick iron chain around the handle for good measure.

Outside, the relentless pounding of undead fists echoed through the steel barrier, accompanied by bloodcurdling shrieks.

Zhao Yong turned to Wang Gang. "Are you alright?"

Wang Gang waved dismissively. "I'm fine."

Qi Hui crossed his arms and shot a glare in Zhao Yong's direction. "Let's get one thing straight—you eat your own food. If your 'friend' here gets hungry, don't expect us to share."

The others murmured in agreement, clutching their food supplies protectively, as if Wang Gang might steal from them.

Wang Gang sneered inwardly.

Fools.

He didn't need their rations.

His sustenance was beneath their very feet.

And soon, they would witness what true strength looked like.