The combat between the survivors and the howler had indeed attracted an overbearing number of zombies. Not only was the residential compound packed, but the streets outside were also densely packed. There were even zombies converging here from other places.

"Well, I can only continue to play dead," Lin Long decided. He dare not command the zombies to move recklessly, as there were quite a few mutant zombies present. Who could predict their abnormal reactions towards the zombies he had created?

Half an hour later, the surroundings resumed their deadly silence. Once having lost their source of sound, the zombies gradually returned to their usual aimless wandering state. Under Lin Long's control, the muscular zombie rolled over and got up, retrieving the axe from the green belt.

"Put!"

With a swing of the axe, he beheaded a zombie. This creature had been shaking before Lin Long's eyes for a while, and he had long been upset by it. At Lin Long's command, the other zombies also found the axes they had used earlier. There were many zombies here, which made slaughter convenient. As soon as the ten zombies moved, one zombie after another was caught off guard and fell to the ground.

Witnessing the power of the survivors, Lin Long felt his sense of crisis deepen. Previously, Lin Long knew that this post-apocalyptic world was not simple, but lacked the concept. He now had a grasp of it. The strength of the survivors and the terror of zombies made Lin Long rediscover this world.

His most significant urgency now was to create mammoth and velocious zombies. Accompanied by them, there would be some assurances in this apocalypse. While the strength of ordinary zombies was weak, Lin Long could shift balance using numbers. Since he wanted to massively produce an army, he needed enough creation points. Tactically controlling the sturdy zombie, Lin Long became serious. Right now, he seemed to be leveling up. As long as he had great willpower, the creation points he gained would be plentiful.

And in a brief moment, two hours passed. Inside the small district, the bodies of zombies were scattered on the ground. Upon hearing the notification that he had gained another creation point, Lin Long checked the number of creation points he had, which had finally reached 330. Almost all of the zombies in the residential compound were wiped out. After chopping for so long, the axes were somewhat blunt.

Lin Long looked around and noticed a few scattered zombies. With these creation points, once he created zombies, Lin Long would have nearly sixty zombies in his hand. Strength massively amplified. Not far away, a zombie he had created used a somewhat blunt axe to cut down another zombie. Still, it didn't die right away. The created zombie repeatedly raised its hand. After several blows, it was able to shatter the other zombie's head.

"You have gained a special talent shard!"

The prompt sounded in Lin Long's ear, such a pleasant surprise. Lin Long did not expect that the second special talent shard would appear so suddenly. Considering the three hundred plus zombies killed so far, one could say, in terms of probability, it should have dropped.

Controlled by Lin Long, the sturdy zombie approached the place where the special talent shard appeared. It looked like a greasy uncle with no particularly distinctive features. Judging from his clothes, it was really hard to guess what kind of work he had been doing.

Lin Long gave up on the idea of deducing the rules of shard drop through this body instantly. By logic, people living in this area couldn't possess top-level abilities. Those with such abilities would be living in villas or large flats in city centers. Lin Long wondered whether this person was a suburbanite whose status and identity were somehow hidden. Or perhaps, he was a zombie who wandered here from another place.

He saw there was no significant gain from this investigation and gave up. Instead, he decided to keep killing. After a full day of slaughter, Lin Long felt a little numb. The zombies he created could execute simple commands and acted accordingly. Efficiency-wise, they were no match for the sturdy zombie under Lin Long's control. However, with a large enough quantity, their efficiency was far beyond what Lin Long could achieve.

Of course, the zombie Lin Long controlled would not be lost. But there were bound to be losses for zombies who simply executed commands. "As long as the creation points gained are more than the losses, I will only become stronger," Lin Long affirmed.

Upon issuing a free-attack command to the group of zombies, Lin Long resumed his normal consciousness. He found himself within a residential building.

Rising from the bed, Lin Long shook his head to ward off the lingering fatigue. Controlling a zombie proxy for such a prolonged period felt akin to playing an augmented reality game. It was quite brain-consuming. After busying himself for half the day, hunger clawed at his stomach. Rummaging through his supplies, he pulled out a can of meat and a bottle of water. Eating modest bites, he began to quell his hunger.

Initially, he contemplated making noodles but decided against it owing to its potent aroma that could easily betray his presence within a hundred-meter radius. Playing it safe, he didn't want to invite unnecessary trouble.

After eating his fill, Lin Long took out a cigarette, lighting it up as he looked outside. The day was gradually merging into the darkness, indicating the conclusion of yet another day.

Reflecting on the day, Lin Long couldn't help but feel satisfied with the substantial gains made. The unexpected appearance of the special talent shards had infused him with a renewed sense of vigor. If he managed to synthesize a zombie with special talent, regardless of the cost involved, he intended to usher it into the modern world. After all, its value within this post-apocalyptic world was no different from an ordinary zombie.

"Tomorrow, I'll continue slaying zombies."

"And the day after, I'll focus on making money."

Balancing between accruing creation points and maintaining a steady cash inflow remained a top priority. The existence of the 'Human Feature' characteristic in zombies was bound to serve as a gold mine in time to come.

As the night started to darken, zombies under the veil of this obscurity seemed to grow more vicious and powerful. However, Lin Long didn’t terminate his commands owing to the falling night. Instead, he allowed these zombies to disregard the night, delving into a relentless killing spree as if behaving like robots. Their incessant slaughter accelerated the accumulation of Lin's creation points. Given that these zombies were no different from tireless robots, he had no qualms about their losses.

In the apocalypse, losses were bound to occur. He reasoned that fretting over the loss of a mere ten-thousand-valued zombie seemed impractical. In the future, if he suffered the loss of several hundred-thousand or millions valued zombies, would he resort to tears?

Utilizing the trace amounts of moonlight, Lin Long made his way to the hall of the residential building. He had managed to amass an impressive 400 creation points.

"Create 40 zombies."

Following his command, the zombie creation system sprang into action. Particles of light emerged once more, this time morphing into the appearance of forty zombies. The radiance quickly dissipated, and, subsequently, in the darkness, forty new zombies of different ages and genders materialized. Their grotesque faces were terrifying. Even though Lin Long knew these were his creations and posed no threat to him, facing these petrifying figures in the pitch black still sent a chill down his spine.

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Without wasting time inspecting the defects in these newly created zombies, Lin Long immediately commanded them to guard the entrance of the building. He then discovered that he had, thus far, created a notable force of seventy-two zombies.

Although not quite reaching a hundred, seventy-two was still a significant figure. The following day, if he were to set the forty newly created zombies on fieldwork, his creation points would undoubtedly increase at an accelerated pace.

Upon returning to his room, Lin Long first surveyed the outdoor surroundings for any irregularities. Confirming the absence of any threats, he then retired to his bed.

Within this post-apocalyptic world, there was very little room for Lin Long to navigate. Unable to return to the modern Earth due to the mandatory three-day transition period (which had not even completed a day), Lin Long felt a distinct lack of security as darkness took over.

"Unlock Mammoth and Velocious."

"Find a safer dwelling."

These were the two tasks Lin Long intended to tackle in the impending two days.

Guarded by dozens of his zombie minions, Lin Long managed to enjoy a good night's sleep. Come dawn, under his instructions, the newly-created zombie followers left the residential building and ventured into the city.

The matter of arming them was a source of headache for Lin Long.

"I brought too few weapons this time." He sighed. Lin Long realized that he had been far too conservative and not aggressive enough. Something as simple as an axe could be bought in thousands without arousing any suspicion. But what else could one do with an axe except chopping wood? In the era of firearms, could one expect it to become a weapon of dominion?

With the continued use of the zombies, Lin Long did gain some insights. Not all zombies needed to be armed. Some auxiliary tools could be equally effective. By taking advantage of their unflinching bravery, equipping the zombie followers with pitchforks could also serve as a great weapon in fighting other zombies.

One zombie could impale the enemy while another could strike with ease. This manner of operation could lead to efficient and swift killings. Particularly against mutant zombies in the future, the importance of collective strength became paramount.

When it came to weapons, he needed to ponder more. In dealing with zombies, long swords or cutlasses were of little use. Unlike other living creatures that would immediately die when their hearts were pierced, zombies continued to live unless their heads were destroyed. If a long sword pierced a zombie's body, it might still crazily rush forward to attack you.

The best weapon was one with the ability to hold off the zombies. Something like a trident war axe was ideal as it could slice and pierce, particularly pierce. Once the zombies were impaled, they would be held off and unable to move forward. Other tactics could be considered as well.

The zombies he created could freely roam in the city unaffected by the existence of other zombies. Lin Long saw this as an advantage as it allowed for traps to be set, such as tripwires from the ancient times. If deployed in the streets, even mutant zombies could fall into the trap. The moment they toppled over, his group of zombie followers would swarm over and cut them to pieces.

"That's an excellent idea."

Lin Long thought that he now had another method to deal with Mammoths or Velocious.

His new batch of forty zombie followers was armed primarily with kitchen knives and bone-chopping knives scavenged from various households. With these weapons, dealing with other zombies was much easier. Lin Long stationed them on a street teeming with zombies but devoid of mutant ones. Collectively, the seventy-plus zombies commenced their massive mob fight.

He took control of the strongest zombie, holding a wood-chopping knife in its hand, appeared rather ferocious. Each swing of the arm led to the downfall of one zombie. By circling around to their backs and aiming for their necks, Lin Long managed to conduct clean and efficient kills.

"Creation point increased by 1 point!"

The notifications that repeatedly sounded brought a wave of joy in Lin Long's heart. There was strength in numbers. A single morning's work had resulted in more than a thousand creation points and three new special talent shards. Thus, Lin Long presently held five special talent shards in his possession. Only five more were needed for the synthesis.

Extracting his concentration from the zombie proxy, Lin Long acknowledged that creating zombies could only occur in close proximity to his actual body; utilizing the zombie proxy for spawning was impractical. Otherwise, he would have manufactured a hundred zombies right within the city.

Rising from his bed inside the residential building where he was staying, Lin Long moved into the living room and gave his command: "System, create 50 zombies." Light particles materialized, forming the appearance of 50 zombies.

After a minute, fifty zombies appeared before Lin Long.

"Zombie Uncle, Lady White-Collar Zombie, come here."

At Lin Long's command, the zombie designated as 'Zombie Uncle' and the 'Lady White-Collar Zombie' approached him. Lin Long took the wood-chopping knives they were holding and handed them to the most robust zombie among the newly created batch. Standing tall at 1.9 meters, it towered over the rest of its companions. Its imposing figure, further accentuated by two chopping knives, offered a unique sense of deterrence.

Lin Long quickly directed ten more zombies who dispersed in all directions around him. The job of these ten zombies was to scout. Selecting two more adult zombies, their task was to carry a sofa.

Once the instructions were given, all they had to do was wait. The ten scouting zombies didn't move very fast, and Lin Long would periodically switch his consciousness among them to observe their surroundings. Each scout traversed through various residential buildings, eventually to appear on rooftops.

The rooftops offered a better view, enabling more extensive and expansive surveillance.

"No survivors, no mutants."

After confirming this information, Lin Long, without any further hesitation, settled himself upon the sofa.

"Lift it, on to the city."

At his command, the two zombie followers, tasked with carrying the sofa, promptly lifted Lin Long as if he barely weighed anything. The time had come to leave this location and move to a new hiding place.

The main drawback of the current place was its distance, around two or three kilometers from the city, which proved to be mostly inconvenient. Lin Long decided to shift his hideout to an unobtrusive residential building within the city. Choosing a villa was unnecessary. It was too conspicuous, unsuitable for a hideout. Instead, a commonly found residential building, like this one, would not draw attention.

Entering the city allowed for an easier release of the zombie followers. Earlier, distance from the city was maintained due to a lack of sufficient zombies. However, now, Lin Long had a substantial number of zombies that ensured his safety. There was no need to stay at this current location anymore.

Two zombie followers carrying Lin Long, walked out of the residential building.

"Create 50 zombies!"

On a broad street, following Lin Long's directive, 50 zombies were created. Surrounded by a horde of over a hundred zombies, Lin Long found himself in the middle of a grand procession advancing towards the city.

Any onlooker survivor would undoubtedly be aghast at the sight. Being carried by zombies, just like a lord, enjoying a treatment other humans could never imagine, would be a completely surreal experience. It had the potential to upheave their worldview.

Inhabiting his thought process into the towering zombie, Lin Long, via the proxy, turned around to see himself appearing to be asleep on the sofa, being carried by two zombie followers.

"This feeling, quite exhilarating."

Taking control of the giant zombie proxy, Lin Long, armed with dual knives, took the lead in clearing the way. An occasional one or two zombies were spotted along the way. Concerned about his own safety, Lin Long was ever vigilant, always a step ahead in chopping these zombies down.

By the time they approached the city, nearly a hundred zombies, armed with diverse weapons, were already waiting. Needless to say, this was Lin Long's created zombie army, awaiting his grand arrival.

The street leading to the new hideout was meticulously cleaned by his zombie followers, instantly without a trace of any zombies.

Rushing into the city, the whole gang of zombies moved with the force of a tidal wave, resembling deluge of dead bodies. This was undeniably the most peculiar pack of zombies. Not only because they were armed with a wide array of weapons, but more importantly, they were escorting a human.

Thoroughly prepared, Lin Long endured this move without experiencing any unexpected incidents. After ten minutes, he descended from the sofa and walked solemnly into the chosen residential building, taking ten zombies with him and promptly shut the security door.

The entire building had already been cleared and was now devoid of any zombies.

"This room it is."

Lin Long chose a room on the topmost floor, it was in perfect condition. When the apocalypse had arrived, the owner of this room must not have been present. Concerning all the residential buildings out there, not every one of them saw regular visits from survivors. This place clearly had never witnessed the presence of any survivors.

Needless to say, Lin Long wouldn't bother with mattresses and duvets present in the room. He cast aside the bedding in the room and replaced it with his own, making this place his hideout henceforth.

Having found a new dwelling, the next step was to face either the Mammoth or the Velocious. Now, Lin Long finally had the strength to challenge them.