Display of Strength

The sweet-looking girl spoke hesitantly, her voice tinged with compassion: "Qi Hui, we are all students from the same school. There's no need to be so ruthless. Besides, the government won't abandon us. They will surely send someone to rescue us."

A freckled girl sneered. "Zhang Jingjing, if you want to play the noble saint, that's your business, but don't drag us down with you!"

"Don't worry, I won't take any of your food," Wang Gang remarked indifferently, showing no interest whatsoever.

His gaze briefly swept over Zhang Jingjing.

Dressed in a white dress that accentuated every curve of her breathtaking figure, Zhang Jingjing possessed an allure so striking that a single glance could stir sinful thoughts. Yet, her pure and innocent features made it difficult for anyone to act on them.

Wang Gang found her intriguing—not just beautiful, but kind-hearted as well. If she was willing, he wouldn't mind taking her under his wing in this apocalypse.

"Fine, you said it yourself. I hope you'll keep your word," Qi Hui replied coldly.

As night fell, hunger gnawed at everyone. Zhao Yong took out two sausages, a bottle of mineral water, and a bag of bread, placing them in Wang Gang's hands. "Here, take this."

"I'm not hungry. You should eat," Wang Gang refused, pushing the food back.

"It's fine, take it. No need to be polite," Zhao Yong insisted, pressing the food into his hands again.

Seeing Zhao Yong's sincerity, Wang Gang accepted it, deciding to return the favor when Zhao Yong ran out of supplies.

"Sophia, can you help me hide this food?"

"Master, you haven't unlocked Dimensional Space yet. You can't store items at the moment."

"What is Dimensional Space? How can I obtain it?"

"It's an invisible and untouchable space that only you can access. You can store items there, expand its territory, even build an empire within it. But to unlock it, you must complete a mission."

"Oh? What kind of mission?" Wang Gang's curiosity was piqued.

"Killing zombies. So far, you've eliminated forty-two. If you kill fifty-eight more, you'll qualify for a lucky draw, and there's a chance you might win Dimensional Space."

After listening to Sophia's explanation, Wang Gang understood.

The draw wasn't something one could enter at will. It required either gaining strength or slaughtering zombies to earn a chance.

He turned to look at the rooftop door, where hordes of zombies were relentlessly slamming against the iron barrier, attempting to break through.

Without hesitation, Wang Gang took down his Sun-Slaying Bow, pulled back the string, and fired a Skyburst Arrow through the door's small window.

With a sharp whistle, the arrow sliced through the air, piercing the skull of a zombie.

Its head exploded on impact, splattering dark purple blood in every direction.

The scene was so shocking that everyone momentarily lost their appetite, turning to Wang Gang in stunned silence.

Ignoring their reactions, he continued his relentless assault, arrow after arrow.

A series of deafening booms echoed as one zombie after another fell lifelessly to the ground.

In a matter of minutes, over thirty corpses piled up at the entrance, partially blocking the door.

Recovering from his initial shock, Zhao Yong finally asked, his voice filled with disbelief, "Wang Gang, what kind of bow is that? How can it kill zombies without actual arrows?"

The others, equally curious, leaned in to listen.

"This is a family heirloom," Wang Gang said smoothly, weaving a half-truth. "It condenses air to form Skyburst Arrows."

"If that bow is so powerful, can you escort me home?" The freckled girl, who had previously mocked Zhang Jingjing, suddenly latched onto Wang Gang's arm, eyes sparkling with hope. "My father is a well-known entrepreneur in Lubei City. He will reward you handsomely."

"Sorry, I don't need money."

In the apocalypse, money was as worthless as scrap paper—perhaps even less valuable, since paper could at least be used for writing or wiping.

More importantly, Wang Gang was only a Tier 1 Berserker. He could hold his ground against five or six zombies at once, but if overwhelmed by a horde, even he would struggle to survive.

The girl's face darkened with resentment at his rejection.

"Wang Gang, this place isn't safe. Since you're so strong, why don't we break out and head for the police station? It's bound to be secure," Qi Hui suggested, eager for a safe haven.

"Sorry, but I'm not strong enough for that yet. If you want to go, you're on your own." Without sparing him another glance, Wang Gang continued his onslaught.

Within moments, another twenty zombies lay dead at his feet, their corpses now completely sealing the entrance.

Just then, Sophia's voice chimed in his mind.

"Congratulations, Master! You've completed your first mission. You now have one lucky draw opportunity."

As soon as she finished speaking, a familiar prize wheel materialized in Wang Gang's consciousness.

He pressed the button, watching as the needle spun wildly before landing on a dull gray slot.

An item shot out from the space, revealing itself—a cleaving saber. One meter long, weighing 1.8 kilograms.

Wang Gang felt a pang of disappointment. Another weapon? He had been hoping for Dimensional Space.

"Don't be discouraged, Master. You'll have more chances," Sophia comforted him.

Nodding, he reached out and claimed the saber.

The weapon appeared in his hands out of thin air, shocking Zhao Yong and the others.

"Wang Gang, where did that saber come from?" Zhao Yong asked, eyeing him warily.

"Do you want it?" Wang Gang deftly changed the subject.

"Yes! Of course!" Zhao Yong exclaimed excitedly.

Though just an ordinary cleaving saber, it was still a formidable weapon—essential for survival against the undead.

Wang Gang handed it over. "Stay here. I'm heading out to kill more zombies."

"I'll come with you!" Zhao Yong, emboldened by his new weapon, stepped forward.

He knew he couldn't avoid zombies forever—better to face them now and learn.

Wang Gang nodded. Together, they unchained the rooftop door.

As soon as it opened, zombie corpses tumbled down the stairs like lifeless fish.

They began pushing the bodies aside.

Zhao Yong quickly noticed Wang Gang's astonishing strength—while he himself struggled to budge a single corpse, Wang Gang effortlessly shoved four or five aside with just a light push.

The others watching were equally astounded.

In no time, the doorway was cleared.

Wang Gang and Zhao Yong descended the stairs.

Qi Hui, fearing more zombies would rush in, immediately locked the door behind them with an iron chain.

Reaching the eighth floor, they spotted over a dozen zombies wandering aimlessly, like lost spirits.

But the moment the undead caught sight of them, they charged with bloodthirsty ferocity—like sharks sensing prey.

"I'll handle the ones further away. You take care of the close ones," Wang Gang instructed, already drawing his bow.