Break through to the second tier.
"Young master, the reward you've drawn is of the G-grade tier, which means your extradimensional space is only a mere cubic meter in size. However, if you were to draw an SSSS-grade reward, you could establish your very own kingdom."
So, even the lottery follows a hierarchical system.
From the lowest to the highest, the reward tiers are classified as G, F, E, D, C, B, A, S, SS, SSS, and SSSS—eleven levels in total.
A G-grade draw yields only rudimentary rewards, such as cold weapons and a paltry cubic meter of extradimensional space.
"How can I obtain an SSSS-grade reward?"
"By completing SSSS-grade missions. However, as you are currently only a Tier-1 Berserker, even if you manage to accomplish such a task, you still won't be eligible to claim the reward. Your strength must first reach the corresponding level."
Wang Gang understood—the only way to wield stronger weapons and draw higher-tier rewards was to elevate his own power.
Just like earlier, despite possessing a Weapon Advancement Talisman, he had been unable to upgrade the Sun-Shooting Bow to the second tier, simply because his own strength had yet to reach that level.
"Got it! I understand! I'll raise my strength immediately!"
Determined, Wang Gang made up his mind. The moment he reached the rooftop, he would consume soil, striving to break through to Tier-2 as soon as possible.
Once that happened, he wouldn't just gain access to Tier-2 weapons—he'd also be able to undertake Tier-2 missions and draw Tier-2 rewards.
Stowing away the Sun-Shooting Bow and the Weapon Advancement Talisman into his extradimensional space, Wang Gang and Zhao Yong made their way toward the rooftop.
Zhao Yong, though shocked to see Wang Gang's bow vanish into thin air, refrained from asking questions.
After witnessing Wang Gang's inexplicable strength, he had come to accept that anything the man did was beyond the realm of normal understanding.
Upon arriving at the rooftop entrance, Wang Gang was met with the gruesome sight of three blood-soaked skeletons strewn across the ground.
He surmised they belonged to three students who had been devoured clean by zombies. A deep sigh escaped his lips.
In the past, such an atrocity would have immediately drawn the intervention of the authorities.
But now?
Death was nothing more than an afterthought—no one cared.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Zhao Yong knocked on the door.
Qihui and the others quickly approached the small window in the door.
When they saw that it was Wang Gang and Zhao Yong, their expressions turned peculiar.
"Qihui, open the door!" Zhao Yong greeted.
"You guys… you're still alive?"
Given the sheer number of zombies that had swarmed earlier—devouring three students on the spot—Qihui and the others had assumed Wang Gang and Zhao Yong were dead.
"Do you even hear yourself? Just open the door!" Zhao Yong shot Qihui a glare.
A bit embarrassed, Qihui unlocked the door and let them in.
The moment Zhao Yong noticed that all the supplies in his backpack were gone, his brows furrowed.
Turning to Qihui and the others, he demanded, "Where's my food?"
"Zhao Yong, we… we thought you were dead, so we divided your things… Here, this is your canned luncheon meat and wafers."
Qihui, looking sheepish, retrieved the items from his own bag.
The freckled girl and the others also pulled out food from their respective packs—items they had taken from Zhao Yong's bag.
Only Zhang Jingjing hadn't touched Zhao Yong's belongings.
She was the very girl who had spoken up for Wang Gang earlier.
Wang Gang found himself glancing at her a few more times, silently committing her face to memory. If she ever found herself in danger in the future, he would lend her a hand.
As for Qihui and the freckled girl's group?
Even if they were to be trapped in a desperate situation, he wouldn't lift a single finger to help them.
Some people simply weren't worth saving.
Zhao Yong retrieved his food from the others and placed it back into his bag.
"Wang Gang, here—you take these."
Zhao Yong handed him two sausages, a braised egg, a chicken claw, and a pack of soda crackers.
Wang Gang didn't eat them. Instead, he stored everything in his extradimensional space.
To break the awkward tension, Qihui and the others approached, inquiring about the situation downstairs.
Wang Gang ignored them.
Zhao Yong, however, felt compelled to engage, so he relayed the events to them.
As he recounted Wang Gang's valiant feats, all previous displeasure was swept away—his excitement was palpable as he vividly described the battle.
Everyone listened in awe, their gazes shifting toward Wang Gang, filled with admiration and reverence.
Particularly the girls—their eyes held more than just respect.
There was admiration.
And adoration.
Before long, the clock struck past ten in the evening.
Once the others had drifted into slumber, Wang Gang quietly slipped behind the elevator shaft, crouched down, and began licking the dust off the ground.
Though the rooftop was rarely frequented, it was relatively clean, devoid of significant amounts of soil. Thus, he could only scrape together whatever little he could find.
As he was engrossed in his task, he suddenly sensed a presence beside him.
Turning his head, he found the freckled girl staring at him in utter disbelief, her eyes filled with shock.
Wang Gang stiffened, feeling an overwhelming wave of embarrassment.
He had deliberately waited for everyone to fall asleep before consuming soil—precisely to avoid such an awkward situation.
Yet, despite his efforts, he had still been caught.
This was mortifying.
The freckled girl must think he was some kind of lunatic.
"Wang Gang… so this is your kink?" she mused. "Forget the dirt—why not lick me instead? As long as you take me home, I'll do whatever you want."
As she spoke, she began stripping, spreading her legs before him.
Though the dim moonlight barely illuminated the scene, Wang Gang still caught a glimpse of something he wasn't meant to see.
He hadn't expected her to be this… uninhibited.
Willing to forsake her own dignity in exchange for safe passage home.
But then again, this was the apocalypse.
Wang Gang had seen enough post-apocalyptic films and TV shows to understand—when starvation set in, even a single piece of bread could make a woman surrender everything.
Clearing his throat, he rejected her offer. "Sorry, but I have no interest in you."
"Wang Gang, I've seen those videos you guys watch—I can do everything they do."
Her desperation was evident. She missed her parents, her pet poodle. She wanted to go home.
"I said no. I'm not interested."
"Then… how about I help you get Zhang Jingjing? She's still a virgin."
Wang Gang's brows knitted together in disgust.
His distaste for the freckled girl deepened.
But with the moonlight casting shadows over his face, she remained oblivious to his growing anger, assuming he was actually considering her offer.
She doubled down, throwing in another bargaining chip.
"My cousin is also beautiful—she's the school flower of Zhongtian High. If you take me home, I'll let you taste a sixteen-year-old."
"Get lost."
Wang Gang's voice was laced with fury.
He despised people who would sell out their own kin for personal gain.
They were worse than beasts.
"…What?" She was stunned.
She had thought she was doing him a favor.
"I won't say it again. Get lost."
"Hmph! You don't know what you're missing."
Fear flickered across her face at his unrestrained rage. Leaving behind a few parting words, she scurried away, terrified he might kill her on the spot.
After all, to someone like Wang Gang, there was little difference between slaying zombies and killing humans.
Once she was gone, Wang Gang resumed his task, licking the dust from the ground.
And then—
A thunderous roar erupted from within his body.
"Did I just… break through?"
Heart pounding, he summoned his status panel.
Name: Wang GangGender: MaleAge: 22Class: Tier-2 BerserkerStrength: 400kg (Ordinary person: 50kg)Speed: 100m in 4 seconds (Ordinary person: 13 seconds)Bone Density: 2.7 per cubic meter (Ordinary person: 1.2)