Three days passed in the blink of an eye.

At this moment, Zhou Qiang was sitting in his rented house checking the situation of his supplies, there were not many things that could be brought to the end of the world nowadays.

There is a shortage of everything in the end times, but then there is a shortage of nothing.

The lack or absence depends on different people.

Things like water and food are more valuable to survivors than gold.

But in Zhou Qiang's eyes, being on modern Earth, he could have as much as he wanted.

Guns and ammo, Chow Strong is missing.

This was contraband, not something that the current Zhou Qiang could get his hands on.

The only thing Zhou Qiang could bring with him was also food and water.

In addition, Zhou Qiang had brought twenty straight-ended machetes this time.

Until the armor and tomahawk are delivered, use this most readily available machete instead.

The killing power of a machete is naturally not bad.

Used well, one cut at a time.

The main thing is that it's so easy to get, go to the old street market, buy whatever you want, no one cares.

"Things have to be taken one step at a time."

Zhou Qiang didn't dwell on the issue of guns.

Putting the water, food and wood chopper into the storage space, Zhou Qiang then looked at the countdown.

Five minutes to go.

Zhou Qiang went to the window, it was midday outside.

Taking a deep breath of air that belonged to modern Earth, Zhou Qiang watched with his arms wrapped around him.

Five minutes passed in a flash.

[Countdown to mandatory teleportation!

[10]

[9]

[8]

Listening to the reading of the seconds, Zhou Qiang was tense, mixed with anticipation.

As the final readout went to zero, the room disappeared with Zhou Qiang in it.

............

End Times.

It's still a familiar room.

Zhou Qiang appeared, opened his eyes, and went on alert at the first opportunity.

The door was unlocked and not open.

"Safe!"

Zhou Qiang's taut nerves relaxed.

The zombie uncle and the female white-collar zombie they had spent three days lying down in the room exactly as Zhou Qiang had instructed.

Gave them a command to get up.

The two walkers moved and crawled.

Once again, Zhou Qiang was still a little uncomfortable when he witnessed the honorable, hideous face of a zombie.

Instead of rushing to open the door, he stepped up to the window.

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Looking outward, the perimeter of the residential building had seen many more walkers wander into the area in the past three days.

After looking around at the angles he could see and confirming that there were no mutated zombies, Zhou Qiang put his heart down.

[You need to make more walkers to meet the conditions for unlocking higher level walkers.]

Inside his head, a system alert sounded.

Zhou Qiang was startled.

This zombie-making system, always popping up with alerts without a word.

It's not afraid of scaring people.

In this silence, a voice suddenly appeared, anyone would easily be startled.

In fact, Zhou Qiang was planning to do this without the system prompting him.

Nearly two million dollars in hand was not squandered for the purpose of creating more zombies.

With the system prompt, Zhou Qiang realized that another clue had appeared.

Creating enough walkers will unlock the next level of walkers.

What this exact number is is not stated.

There's no way around it, it's just touch and go again.

"System, create ten zombies."

Zhou Qiang didn't hesitate, and immediately was sending out instructions.

Instantly, the room lit up with a glow.

Ten clusters of light emerged, made up of countless grains of light converging to form ten zombies.

A mere minute later, ten walkers appeared in the room.

What had been a small room was crowded with walkers.

If it was a survivor, within this zombie horde, it would have pissed itself.

Surrounded by so many zombies, it was almost impossible to leave alive.

Zhou Qiang was surrounded in the center, looking at these near zombies, more or less still nervous.

"It's going to take a little while to get fully acclimated."

Smiling bitterly, Zhou Qiang began to inspect the ten zombies created this time.

The zombies created by the zombie manufacturing system are all randomized.

With bad luck, it is possible to create a zombie that is crippled and of limited use.

The nearest zombie to Zhou Qiang, who was only one meter four in height, was a little girl, presumably still a junior high school student.

It was wearing a school uniform, tattered and torn.

Its long hair was waist-length, and its two empty eyes were placed on Zhou Qiang's body.

If it wasn't post-apocalyptic, it would have been a cute loli.

When you turn into a zombie, you can use one hundred percent of your power, whether you're an adult or a child.

But there are differences.

Adults turned zombies are definitely more powerful.

The little girl, after all, was weak.

Of course, used properly, it can bridge some of these gaps.

But Zhou Qiang's brows still furrowed.

This one little female walker in front of me, it was missing an arm.

The break rotted away, exposing a piece of bone.

With one less arm, the fighting power is halved.

"Well, at least it can be used for something else."

Zhou Qiang consoled himself, and then he was looking at an old white-haired zombie next to him, which was complete.

Skip this old walker.

A burly zombie with a height of around one meter eighty-eight appeared.

Zhou Qiang flashed a smile.

Despite becoming a zombie, this one burly zombie was still bulging with muscles and intimidating.

An arm not much smaller than one's own thighs naturally swung with a bit more terrifying power.

The burly walker was relatively intact, with only his chest rotting and oozing some dark liquid.

Wounds that would be fatal in a human are not even injuries in a zombie.

Ten walkers were created this time, six men and four women.

Three young ones and two old ones.

Five adults.

Overall, it still made Zhou Qiang feel more satisfied.

Zhou Qiang took out the machete he had brought and threw it in the house.

With that, the walkers were commanded, one corpse at a time.

At once, the twelve zombies in the house, including the zombie uncle and the female white-collar zombie, were all holding black and white machetes.

Men, women and children uniformly hold machetes.

This drawing ......

Zhou Qiang had an urge to laugh.

Hilarious in its fear.

Ten zombies cost Zhou Qiang one hundred thousand dollars and one hundred manufacturing points.

Currently, Zhou Qiang has only 27 manufacturing points left.

After arming the twelve zombies, Zhou Qiang used his mind to open the zombie manufacturing system.

The panel of the zombie manufacturing system, presented in the mind.

It's more like an imagination, but with a more substantial feel than the imagined ethereal.

After creating ten zombies, on the manufacturing panel, there was finally a change.

Only regular walkers lit up before.

Now it's different.

After the regular walkers, two grids lit up.

Zhou Qiang's attention went to this newly lit up grid.

A tall and explosive zombie surfaced, and in its body, you could feel an aura called power.

It has bulging muscles and an explosive feel.

Compared to a normal zombie, it had fewer decayed areas on it.

A few cuts revealed scarlet muscle fibers.

The first impression one gets is one of strength, of bravery.

First Order Mutant Walker: The Mammoth One!

A very brief introduction.

Mammoth, big and fierce, would fit this type of power-oriented zombie.

The second grid that lit up was a small, compact walker.

It's not very big, but has longer arms and legs.

Its legs take on a froggy appearance, but then, far from it, the legs are slightly bent.

What attracts attention is its claws.

Instead of human-like fingers, it turned into five sharp claws.

Its appearance alone made one realize that it possessed terrifying speed, as well as not-so-weak attack power.

First Order Mutant Zombie: The Swift.

Compared to ordinary zombies, these two mutated zombies brought a qualitative leap in both appearance and strength.

"Feeling like the twelve ordinary zombies you created yourself became crooked?"

Zhou Qiang's mouth watered as he looked at the two first-order mutant zombies.

[Complete the unlocking of the first-order mutant zombie!]

The zombie manufacturing system beeped once more.