"Check the corpse first."
The corpse of a second order zombie. This should be the first case in the world, right?
"Second order variant crystal, damn, there really is one."
Even Xiao Jun couldn't help but cry out when he saw the light green variant crystal in Wan Qianya's hand.
The probability of producing a second level variant crystal is probably one in twenty. To be able to find one just by touching around, Wan Qianya's hands are clearly hacking.
Those first-order zombies probably didn't have any variant crystals because they had just been infected.
But that's unimportant now. A second order variant crystal is worth ten first order ones.
Next is the airdrop box. The afternoon is almost over, this is probably the only one for today.
"Spatial ring?"
The first item is a spatial equipment? What kind of box is this, Xiao Jun is starting to look forward to it.
Xiao Jun already has a ring and a jade pendant, so he let Wan Qianya bind this ring herself so that it would be more convenient to store some things with her in the future.
"This thing is a bit big."
Wan Qianya pulled out the second item with both hands.
"High-tech bathtub, after placing it can accommodate two people bathing at the same time."
"The bathtub does not need to be filled with water manually. It will actively absorb moisture from the air to store water. It can be filled once every 24 hours, and each filling can be used twice."
Seeing this, Xiao Jun didn't feel anything special, but Wan Qianya almost jumped up.
For a woman, especially a young and beautiful woman like Wan Qianya, not being able to take a bath is simply a torture.
Now with this bathtub, wouldn't she be able to soak in a bath every day?
"You seem very excited. Keep it and use it when we get back."
Wan Qianya nodded her head like a little chick pecking rice. She continued to reach into the box at Xiao Jun's urging.
Ordinary mutation compound.
Seeing this, Xiao Jun's eyes lit up.
It's definitely a top-tier airdrop box, no doubt about it.
"After taking the ordinary mutation compound, genes can be altered to greatly enhance basic physical fitness."
"Note: Advanced compounds will override the effects of lower-level compounds."
So there are restrictions on this stuff. Xiao Jun thought he could use it again. Even if it was just an ordinary one that only improves by one fold, it could still allow him to reach another level.
It looks like this loophole he thought of has already been fixed early on.
"You take it."
Wan Qianya hesitated a little. Such a good thing, is it a bit wasteful to give to herself?
"I've taken one before so this has no effect on me anymore."
After hearing Xiao Jun's explanation, Wan Qianya happily took the mutation compound.
"It should have improved by one fold, right?"
Two minutes later, Wan Qianya opened her eyes and said uncertainly.
About one fold.
Xiao Jun was assured. Ordinary, advanced, he wondered if there were even better ones. This thing that enhances basic physical fitness is simply like a hack that ensures you are always invincible at the same level.
Once Wan Qianya was done, she continued rummaging through the box. After three good items in a row, it gave five water bottles in succession.
"Isn't this too perfunctory without any changes."
Wan Qianya's heart was hurt and she almost didn't want to continue. But under Xiao Jun's persuasion, she reached out again.
The ninth item.
"Pfft!"
Even Xiao Jun couldn't hold back. It was another water bottle. Was it trying to tell her that women are made of water?
"The last one. Hurry up and finish, it'll be dark soon."
Wan Qianya reluctantly reached out one final time.
High-tech tent.
"An ordinary tent that soldiers love to use during field operations. 200 square meters of space inside."
Damn, nice stuff!
Three months after the apocalypse began, mankind would experience another disaster, a global earthquake.
At that time, no matter how tall the buildings were, they would all collapse completely and humans would have no place to live.
It was also after that earthquake that most of the zombies in the city were crushed to death. Under the leadership of several teams, the survivors carried out a major cleansing of the remaining zombies in the city and built Future City in the ruins.
But afraid of another earthquake, buildings in the city were not allowed to exceed two floors. Houses became a symbol of status. The vast majority of lower class humans could only occupy an extremely small space in a designated area, just enough to fit a small bed inside.
Xiao Jun had lived in such a place in his previous life.
"Pack everything up, get ready to head back."
Now was not the time for studying. He could take a closer look after getting back at night.
On the way back, Xiao Jun was even more careful, afraid of encountering a second order zombie again.
Perhaps it was good luck or perhaps second order zombies really were extremely rare, but the two returned safely to the hotel before nightfall.
On the road, they encountered two other groups of people. Xiao Jun discovered that after killing zombies, they would also search the zombie corpses, apparently also aware of the secret of the variant crystals.
If he had known earlier that in his previous life, this secret wasn't discovered by humans until five days later before spreading, and then caused a frenzy of zombie hunting.
And now, only three days had passed and two groups of people already knew the secret, so it could be considered semi-public knowledge.
All of this revealed some strangeness, and it wasn't just this. There was also the premature appearance of second order zombies.
All of this was indicating that the timeline of this world had been brought forward, very likely due to his own rebirth.
Back at the hotel, Wan Qianya had already happily gone to set up the high-tech bathtub.
Soon, she excitedly ran over to signal Xiao Jun that everything was ready.
The bathtub was meant for two people, so naturally two people had to bathe.
Xiao Jun also set aside his worries. What was there to fear? He would face anything that came his way. As long as he kept getting stronger, disaster would always be one step behind him.
Killing zombies every day, killing quite a few people yesterday too, being dirty all the time, being able to soak in a nice hot bath was a great enjoyment too.
They soaked in the bath for over an hour. In the meantime, Xiao Jun very seriously helped Wan Qianya inspect her breasts and found no signs of sagging...
With both their bodies strengthened, over an hour didn't seem too difficult anymore. If it wasn't that one filling could only allow two baths, they probably could have stayed for a few more hours.
The high-tech lighting lamp had been placed in the room so they no longer needed to rely on the faint candlelight to grope around in the dark.
The two lay in bed, Wan Qianya lazily snuggling in Xiao Jun's arms while engrossed in reading her comic book.
Xiao Jun lit a cigarette. The smell made Wan Qianya twitch her nose slightly.
Tomorrow, airdrop boxes would no longer be Xiao Jun's priority. He needed to become stronger.
Only by quickly reaching second order could he avoid dangerous situations like today.
He currently had 37 first order variant crystals and 1 second order variant crystal. If he focused on killing zombies, he should be able to gather enough to upgrade tomorrow.
Also, it was best not to use that second order variant crystal yet. When he reached third order, he wouldn't be able to rely on first order variant crystals to improve anymore, so every extra one counted.

g Yu was preparing for retirement when her organization decided to eliminate her. She transmigrated to a zombie apocalypse world. However, a tiny unexpected situation occurred: She somehow transformed into an adorable little girl?!

young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."

transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”

ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!