Bob watched as the diminutive minotaur charged at the Giant Zombie, taken aback by their display of slight disrespect. I'm going to have to look into why my monsters seem to be gaining sentience. Eh doesn't matter at this moment. Hell, the odds are good that I won't even survive this encounter.
The Giant Zombies' health continued to drop slowly as Bob’s summoned companions chip away at it. The slimes continued their acid projectile barrage, the squirrels ran around its head pestering it with swords and spears, and the diminutive minotaur rammed into its feet repeatedly.
The Giant Zombie began to tear out chunks of buildings and throw them toward the building that Bob was in. The first chunk missed its mark. The second chunk hit the ground in front leaving a crater. The third one hit the building, the foundations shook, and a large portion of the building was ripped off.
Bob struggled to keep his footing, as the building trembled. He decided to move to another facility, thinking it might be safer. The Giant Zombie, fed up with the annoying squirrels, started smashing them into his body with his humongous meaty hands.
Bob watched in horror as he saw his tiny little allies be squished into a fine paste. The squirrels dissipated into the ether. The Giant Zombie let out a bellowing hollow laughter before it started to stomp at the minotaur stinging his feet. The minotaur dodged as fast as they could while still managing to chip away at the boss’s health.
Between the squirrels, minotaur, and slimes they have managed to shave off a decent chunk of its health bar. It wasn't close to being dead, but it was a start, the minotaur started to miss time dodges. They started to disintegrate as the Giant Zombie stomped them one after another. The only damage source on the boss was the slime's acid, and it wasn't doing enough damage to kill the boss.
Bob frantically fled from the building that was under attack by the Giant Zombie boss, dodging the large chunks of debris that were being flung in all directions. He knew that he had to find a way to escape before it was too late. As he ran, he spotted a rotted doorway of another building nearby and without hesitation, he jumped through it. The old door creaked and groaned under his weight as he landed inside, but he was relieved to be out of harm's way, for the moment at least. His heart was pounding in his chest, and he took a few deep breaths to calm himself down, trying to gather his thoughts and figure out his next move.
Bob stood still, listening intently for any sign of the Giant Zombie boss attacking this building. The air was thick with dust and the musty smell of decay. He could hear his own breathing and the pounding of his heart, but nothing else. After a few moments, he slowly began to move forward, his eyes adjusting to the dimly lit interior of the building. The walls were covered in moss and mold, and the floorboards creaked under his feet with every step. Bob knew he couldn't stay here for long, but he needed to catch his breath and come up with a plan. As he walked, he noticed that the building seemed to be some sort of abandoned factory, with rusted machines and broken equipment littering the floor. Bob knew that he had to keep moving, but he couldn't help but feel a sense of curiosity about the place.
Bob thought it was strange that the city was this run down, and covered in moss and mold. Didn't the villagers just flee to the safety of the bunker less than 2 weeks ago? It shouldn't look like this, this quickly should it? I don't like the feeling this situation is giving me. Stay focused, Bob! You are fighting a giant zombie, remember? Bob cautiously made his way through the factory, his eyes darting around looking for any sign of danger. As he explored the space, he began to notice that some of the machines still seemed to be functional, although they were covered in dust and debris. It occurred to Bob that perhaps he could use some of this equipment to his advantage in his fight against the Giant Zombie boss.
He approached a large machine that looked like it was once used for forging metal. Bob studied it closely, trying to figure out how to operate it. He noticed that there was a lever on the side, and he tentatively pulled it. To his surprise, the machine sprang to life, and he could hear the sound of gears grinding and pistons pumping. Bob couldn't believe his luck, but he knew he had to be stealthy, so he immediately flipped the level back off. He hurriedly searched the rest of the factory, looking for any other useful equipment. He found an old crane that could be operated manually and a pile of long metal rods that appeared like they would make a decent makeshift weapon if utilized properly.
Bob was a bit nervous as he approached the crane. He had never operated one before, but he knew it was his only chance to take down the giant zombie that was rampaging through the city. He fumbled with the controls for a few moments before finally managing to get the crane activated. He carefully maneuvered the crane over to the pile of metal rods and tried to grab them. It took him a few attempts, but eventually, he managed to get the bundle of rods securely attached to the crane. Bob then swung the crane around, trying to get a good angle on the zombie.
He wasn't sure if he was going to be able to hit it, but he kept trying. Finally, with a great deal of luck, he rammed the bundle of metal rods right into the giant zombie. The metal rods pierced the zombie's flesh, causing it to stumble backward and crash into a nearby building. Bob couldn't believe his luck - he had actually managed to hurt the giant zombie! Like, really damage him, that portion of health would have taken all his summons days to get rid of. He quickly checked the zombie's health bar and saw that a large chunk of it had vanished. Bob felt a surge of hope - maybe they could actually defeat the giant zombie after all!
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Bob's heart was racing with excitement as he watched the giant zombie struggle to get back up. He knew that he couldn't waste any time if he wanted to take it down for good. Without hesitation, he swung the crane back around and grabbed another bundle of metal rods. This time, he was more confident with his movements and managed to pick up the bundle with ease. He carefully positioned the crane again, taking aim at the giant zombie's weakened spot. With a deep breath, Bob released the bundle of metal rods, watching as they flew through the air and struck the zombie once again.
This time, the zombie let out a deafening roar of pain and collapsed to the ground, its health bar plummeting rapidly with each successful strike. The Giant Zombies massive health bar was missing just over half of its bright red filling. Bob shouted in joy, and then attached the last bundle of metal rods that were available, and swung for the final strike. This time, the zombie let out a deafening roar of pain and collapsed to the ground, its health bar plummeting rapidly with each successful strike. The Giant Zombie's massive health bar was missing just over half of its bright red filling. Bob shouted in joy, and then attached the last bundle of metal rods that were available, and swung for the final strike. The metal rods struck the zombie's chest with a resounding thud, causing it to crumple to the ground again, roaring at its inability to regain its footing.
The Giant Zombie's health bar had only a quarter of its red light remaining, Bob was ecstatic. The Boss seemed to be unable to extricate its battered bloated body from the rubble of the building it had collapsed into. Bob took this opportunity to activate the Rolodex yet again. This time the customary roulette locked in the Squirrel card, and a 3x multiplier. Three Squirrel Soldiers appeared next to Bob. He ordered them to attack the Giant Zombies head and smash these vials into its face. Bob then willed three separate vials out of his inventory and entrusted them to the Squirrels, and told them to be careful not to drop them.
The vials that he had handed them were red in color, and they contained what the system had labeled as [Bottled Fire]. Bob had given the squirrels the vials of Bottled Fire, hoping that they would be able to use them effectively against the giant zombie. As the zombie lay prone on the ground, the squirrels ran toward it with the vials in their paws. With impressive accuracy, they launched the vials straight at the zombie's face, shattering them on contact. The explosive fireball from within the vials was unleashed, engulfing the boss's face in flames not once, not twice, but three times. it worked! Oh, holy shit, it actually worked!
Bob was jumping for joy, his insane plan to damage the Giant Boss had worked. It actually worked. Bob was shocked as he saw another large chunk of the health bar disappear, then he was confused as a tiny icon of a flame appeared underneath the nearly depleted health bar. Smoke started to cloud the battlefield, and the Giant Zombie took constant fire damage as it burned. The nearly depleted health bar ticked down, every second until it vanished completely. The smoke left an acrid taste in Bob's mouth, a burning in his eyes, and it smelled of crispy rotten flesh.
BLOCK BOSS VANQUISHED
AREA CONQUERED
CONGRATULATIONS!
Bob saw the bright red words flash across his vision and was happy. He had not only somehow managed to survive but had managed to slay the boss. As the smoke cleared, Bob walked over to the squirrels, impressed with their bravery and diligence in being able to carry out the task he had given them. He patted them on their tiny heads, congratulating them on their success. The squirrels, in turn, chattered excitedly, happy to have helped saved the day. Bob couldn't help but smile, grateful for their help in defeating the giant zombie. He knew that he could always count on his summoned monsters to get him through the toughest of situations.
Bob also made a mental note to attempt to figure out how these mysterious vials had been made so he could replicate them. How could he not at least try to do that, seeing as how ridiculously strong they were? Bob stopped dead in his tracks as a new system message popped up.
*System Message*
*As you have conquered this area, you are now in charge of its operations. The area has been freed from the aura of death and decay that the Block Boss had affected it with. It has now been restored to its original state. You can now manage how this city block functions. Think of it as a base of operations of sorts. Hope you utilize it well and Have a great day!*
*Base Management is now accessible through the system interface while you are within the boundaries of the area/s you control.*
Bob was flabbergasted at this sudden turn of events. What do I know about managing a fancy base of operations? Now, give me a farm. Oh yeah, I can run the hell out of a farm. I guess I'll muddle through like usual. I've been out of my element since I woke up in this crazy ass world. Why not just pile on? Bob was snatched out of his inner monologue by the sounds of boots echoing through the streets. It was a large group of the City Guard, they had finally managed to clear the forest and make their way into the city. Conveniently, after I did all the heavy lifting. Oh, Boy clearing this city going to take a lot of work!