In the story, a deranged father used an evil method recorded in a fragmentary scroll to turn corpses into zombies.
He even went so far as to try to turn his own son into a zombie.
In the end, the son chose to end his own life, with a gun.
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[Zore has found a clue to the hidden weapon!]
Someone in the management group announced.
Previously, it was mentioned that there was a hidden weapon.
Now, the clue had become clear.
The hidden weapon referred to this gun!
Leonard's heart began to race.
"The weapons I got before were all melee types."
"If I could get a gun in this beginner's round, wouldn't I be unstoppable?"
"If I want to take down the game boss, I have to rely on this gun!"
Determined to obtain the weapon, Leonard sped up his exploration, thoroughly searching the room.
His efforts paid off.
On the table, there was a mirror that supposedly restored sanity when looked into but with bad luck, one might see something they shouldn't.
In a book's hidden compartment, he found a Molotov cocktail formula, allowing him to later gather materials and craft them himself.
He also found a Level 2 riot baton in a drawer, which wasn't as good as the spring punch weapon he had, but he kept it just in case.
"Let's go upstairs and grab that gun!"
Leonard, full of motivation, set off excitedly.
After stepping outside, he locked the iron door, scrambled the code, and moved the wardrobe back in place.
He didn't want anyone else discovering the gun and creating unnecessary competition.
Just as Leonard stepped out and was about to head upstairs, Rebecca sent an urgent message.
[Zore, hurry back! Three people are smashing your door!]
[Huh?]
[I'm serious! They're definitely trying to break in and steal your supplies. Even if your door is upgraded, it won't last if they keep hitting it!]
[Got it, I'm coming back now!]
Leonard's worst fear had come true.
He had been worried about someone raiding his home while he was out, which was why he had partnered with Rebecca, his human surveillance camera.
He hurriedly opened the data panel to check the condition of his dorm and door.
But it displayed an error, unable to view.
Turns out, unless he was physically inside his dorm, he couldn't monitor its condition.
"This setup is clearly encouraging players to steal from each other. How devious."
"I'll just have to rush back and see for myself. If someone really is smashing my door, I'll kill them!"
Leonard sprinted back at full speed.
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In front of Room 815,
Three players were jointly attacking Leonard's door, each armed with weapons—the worst among them wielded a chair leg.
Their eyes were bloodshot with greed, eager to break down the door and loot everything inside.
This was Zore's room, there had to be valuable loot inside!
Clearly, shortcuts existed in this game.
Under their combined assault, the door's durability was rapidly decreasing; it was only a matter of time before it fell.
"Hurry!"
"Put more strength into it!"
"Once the door breaks, grab whatever you can and move fast! If he comes back, we're screwed!"
The three were frantically attacking, guilty conscience weighing on them.
They wanted to steal everything Leonard had worked for.
Crack!
Crack!
Crack!
The door's durability dropped to just 8 points, its surface battered and torn.
Success was within reach.
They intensified their attack.
Suddenly.
A chilling voice rang out,
"You've chosen a dead-end path."
Startled, the three turned around.
From the end of the corridor, a heavily armed player approached, radiating killing intent.
He wore a boxy wooden helmet with a slit cut in front.
A thick yellow leather jumpsuit covered him from head to toe.
One hand held a spring punch weapon, the other a shield.
His shoes were running sneakers, different from the standard starter ones.
Such full-body equipment far surpassed what normal players had.
There was only one person this could be.
"It's Zore!"
"He's back!"
"Run!"
Panic-stricken, the three bolted.
It came down to a test of speed.
Leonard accelerated, chasing them with ease.
The one lagging behind tripped out of fear and fell.
As he tried to get up, a shadow loomed over him.
In terror, he looked back, only to see his final moment.
Bang!
Weapons were cold, but Leonard's heart was colder.
The spring punch smashed into the man's head, cracking it open.
It only took two hits to kill him.
The corpse collapsed into a pool of blood.
[Target eliminated. Gained 10 EXP. 385 points needed to level up.]
Leonard was now Level 6, leveling up had become much harder.
He would have to kill many Level 2 players to progress.
Without pause, he sprinted after the other two.
No mercy, no loose ends!
The two survivors, thinking quickly, split at the stairwell, one up and one down.
Leonard chased the one who ran downstairs and quickly closed the distance.
When they were less than two meters apart,
Leonard pressed the button on the spring punch.
Bang!
The spring punch shot out, hitting the fleeing player squarely in the back.
The player screamed, feeling his spine nearly snap, and collapsed, writhing in pain.
Leonard approached, stomped down on him, and raised the spring punch high.
"No, don't kill me! I don't deserve to die! I just smashed your door! Please, spare me!"
The female player begged pitifully.
Leonard ignored her and brought the spring punch down.
Bang!
The blow shattered her skull, blood and bone splattering onto Leonard's helmet.
Weapon still in hand, Leonard rushed upstairs to hunt the last one.
But when he reached the upper floor, there was no sign of the third player.
The management group gleefully watched, excited by the bloodshed.
Someone mentioned that the last player had hidden in a room on the ninth floor.
Leonard narrowed his search, heading toward the ninth floor.
He reached a door and twisted the knob.
The room was empty, not even under the bed.
Dragging his bloody weapon, Leonard checked each room, one by one.
At this point, Leonard had almost become part of the game itself.A nightmare for the players!
[Haha, keep going! The VIPs love this kind of drama!]
[Show the dark side of humanity to the fullest!]
[He's in Room 908, not there yet! Keep moving!]
[I wish I could help Zore.]
[Then interfere! Create a deep footprint at the door of 908!]
The administrators could interfere with the game.
Creating a footprint was a piece of cake for them.
In front of Room 908, a fresh footprint appeared.
Leonard continued searching until he reached Room 908.
He crouched down and saw the footprint.
"Someone's inside."
Leonard placed his hand on the doorknob and slowly twisted it.
The door was locked!
Even if it wasn't a personal dorm room, players could lock themselves inside any room by pressing a button.