After eating more than half of the bread, Guo Xiaobei felt better and took a closer look at another piece of bread in his hand, which was indeed labeled differently; it said "sweet bread."

Not bad. He glanced at the other rough breads and didn’t understand why there were several different types, but he hadn’t paid close attention to the system prompts that explained them. It didn’t matter why they appeared; as long as he could eat them, that was enough. He casually opened a few more small gift packs. Aside from the blue pack that contained only clean water, there was also a light yellow pack, which was the rarest with only three in total. When he opened it, several cards came out.

Guo Xiaobei stopped chewing and carefully examined the cards, which had different designs printed on them. One card featured a handgun, while the other two each depicted six bullets.

He shook the cards up and down, puzzled about their purpose. Suddenly, the gun printed on one of the cards fell out and landed in his hand, heavy and solid.

This is... a handgun. Oh my God, this is unbelievable! Please take me!

A wave of excitement crashed over Guo Xiaobei, making it hard for him to breathe. In this world, with such a cheat-like system, he was destined for greatness—maybe even to become a god! But he was a zombie... Who knows if his insides were already decaying like those zombies he had run over on the road?

Thinking of this, Guo Xiaobei suddenly lost his appetite, tossed the bread back into his inventory, and began to study the handgun in his hand.

After careful study, following the system prompts step by step, I loaded the bullets and pulled back the safety catch. Although there were only twelve bullets, Guo Xiaobei decided to test fire for safety's sake.

He raised the handgun, lowered the window, and aimed slightly at a nearby warning sign. After a pull of the trigger, there was actually no reaction, and then the system prompt sounded in his mind.

"Ding. Host level insufficient to use the handgun. Must reach level five to use. Current host level is three."

After hearing the entire system prompt, Guo Xiaobei exhaled heavily. He had a gun, but couldn’t use it—what a joke!

But he was already level three?

Guo Xiaobei opened his character attributes and found that his original level one had indeed changed to level three. No wonder he felt like he heard some kind of prompt; he had been too busy driving and crashing into zombies to pay attention. So he had leveled up.

Guo Xiaobei checked all the modules available to him. Besides the task bar, which had many new tasks, the skills module was also unlocked. The green bar at the top left indicated "Staff Technique," the orange bar next to it indicated "Driving," and the blue bar on the right was vaguely showing "Shooting," but it wasn’t very clear, probably indicating he hadn’t fully unlocked it yet.

He silently asked the system and learned that the leftmost bar represented ancient martial arts, the middle represented basic skills, and the right represented mechanical skills. They corresponded to various martial arts and attack techniques, various social skills, and military skills.

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Guo Xiaobei looked over himself; besides these three, no other bars were lit up. So… he was originally a waste, unable to learn any skills, right?

Guo Xiaobei sighed in frustration. Fortunately, he now had the chance to learn, and it was a crash course.

The brain nuclei in his backpack had accumulated quite a bit. Apart from a few cracked ones, he had filled two slots with intact ones, one slot defaulting to 99 pieces, and the other containing a few scattered ones.

He didn’t even know what these things were for; they took up space. His current backpack resembled a storage ring from a fantasy novel, capable of holding various items, truly a cheat tool. But there were downsides too; the slots were too few, and in this apocalypse, there were too many items to collect. Looking at it now, a third of the space was already crammed full, making Guo Xiaobei sigh again.

He took out another brain nucleus, running his fingers over the white, semi-transparent object, each about the same size and shape. He tapped it against the glass, and a crisp sound echoed.

There were plenty of items, but what were they for?

"Ding, system prompt…"

The system prompt rang for a while, and Guo Xiaobei stared blankly at the brain nucleus in his hand. It turned out that this thing could serve as survival points. As long as he chose to submit it, the system would absorb it and convert it into survival points. These survival points were crucial for Guo Xiaobei's continued existence.

He was now a zombie. His means of survival were different from those of humans. However, because he had an upgrade system, he was not the same as ordinary zombies.

The zombies swaying around were mindless corpses, merely following their instincts to seek food. Those growls likely expressed their hunger: "Hungry, hungry..."

But Guo Xiaobei was different. He still needed to consume human food. Without food, he would starve, but without survival points, he would die.

The so-called experience from the system allowed him to level up, but survival points enabled the system to upgrade.

Aside from the initial survival points provided by the system, all the rest were earned by Guo Xiaobei through completing tasks and killing zombies.

Only when the survival points reached the required value did an upgrade occur. After the first upgrade, he gained access to the map system and unlocked the skill bar. If the system continued to level up, the help it would provide for his survival in this apocalypse was unimaginable.

However, the system also warned him that if he failed to complete tasks, survival points would be deducted. Additionally, when he reached level ten, he would need to complete upgrade tasks along with gaining experience, but he didn't yet know what those tasks were.

Guo Xiaobei didn't hesitate and flipped to the task bar, accepting all the unlimited time tasks. Since he would be fighting his way through anyway, he might as well take on the tasks to avoid missing any.

He casually turned on the car radio and was surprised to find it worked. Guo Xiaobei tried switching between a few channels, and they all broadcast the same message, urging everyone who could receive the broadcast to head towards the city mentioned; there was a national-established shelter there. Guo Xiaobei checked the direction and drove towards the nearest shelter in City L.

The car traveled less than twenty kilometers before reaching a gas station, where he saw a line of vehicles in the distance.

Finally, he spotted people.

Guo Xiaobei let out a long sigh. Although he technically could no longer be considered human, seeing people still felt very comforting. After nearly half a day of traveling, he was finally seeing humans for the first time.

He parked the car by the roadside and ran over.

There were five vehicles in the line: one jeep, two off-road vehicles, and surprisingly, two trucks. All fuel-guzzlers, about ten people were filling their tanks and also pouring fuel into the plastic barrels they had brought.

When they saw Guo Xiaobei running over, everyone’s eyes were filled with caution. Before Guo Xiaobei could get close, they shouted to stop him.

“Hey, brothers… I’m coming from the west side of the city. You’re also heading to the shelter in City L, right? Take me with you; I have my own car.”

A burly man at the front walked over, sizing Guo Xiaobei up before shaking his head. “You’re too weak. Taking you along would be a burden for us. You’re just a scrawny guy; you’re not of much use.”

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