The Water Rat King killed two of Jackson's companions, but he was killed by Jackson himself. "Soul Devourer" should be the special skill he obtained from killing the Water Rat King.

The two quickly moved everything on the raft onto the shore. When Jackson saw the can of liquefied gas, his eyes lit up and he exclaimed, "Oh my god, can we use this liquefied gas?"

"Of course," Harry nodded.

"Hahaha," Jackson laughed and said, "The residents of this building used to use piped gas. Now that the gas is cut off, I haven't had a hot meal in days. With this, we can finally have a hot meal. Come on, follow me upstairs. The ground here is flooded and uninhabitable."

Jackson became anxious and urged them to hurry upstairs.

"We can move the stuff later. Let's go."

Harry nodded and followed Jackson and Olivia out of the house, facing the stairs up and down.

Jackson led the way with the can of liquefied gas, Harry carried the container of cold water, and Olivia held the big bag of snacks in the middle.

Jackson had a strong stomach and wasn't afraid to drink the water outside, but Olivia and Harry couldn't do that. At least for now, he didn't dare to try it. So, the water was very important to him.

The smell of blood was everywhere, and Zombie corpses could be seen from time to time. There were signs of destruction everywhere. Obviously, there had been a fierce battle here. Jackson had said that there were four people here before, and now three of them were dead, leaving only him. It was imaginable how brutal the battle had been.

Harry was curious about Jackson's level as a Spiritweaver, but he held back from asking too many personal questions since they had just met.

He had asked about "Soul Devourer" before, but Jackson didn't mind and explained it in detail. This made Harry feel that Jackson was a straightforward person and worth getting to know.

They reached the top floor, and Jackson opened one of the anti-theft doors with a key. Harry noticed that all the furniture inside had been moved away, and the windows had been sealed, creating a warehouse-like room where important supplies were stored.

Harry saw rice, flour, oil, salt, pots, stoves, ropes, instant noodles, bread, wine, and various other supplies. The adjacent room was filled with clothes, shoes, socks, blankets, and other items. Although the quantity of each item was not large, the variety was extremely rich.

"All the useful things from the twenty-four households in these three floors are almost concentrated here," Jackson explained, looking proud. "As long as these things don't get moldy, we can hold on for a long time. Unfortunately..."

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He paused for a moment, and a hint of regret appeared on his face. "We won't be able to stay here for long."

Harry was taken aback and asked, "Why? Even if the water level is still slowly rising, it should take a long time to flood up to this top floor."

"It's not about the water level, but the monsters," Jackson sighed. "I've figured out a little bit of the pattern these past few days. The monsters that appear are getting scarier and scarier. If it's just me, I won't be able to hold on for long, but fortunately, there are two more of you now."

He became excited and said, "By the way, what level are you guys at? I'm at level 3, and I only need eight more Spiritual Sources to advance."

Harry had wanted to ask Jackson about his level as a Spiritweaver, but he didn't expect Jackson to mention it himself. He smiled and said, "I'm only level 2, far inferior to you."

Jackson was not only a level 3 Spiritweaver, but also only eight Spiritual Sources away from another breakthrough. In comparison, he was only a level 2 Spiritweaver, and he still needed 14 more Spiritual Sources to break through.

"As for Olivia, she's just an ordinary person."

"Oh," Jackson nodded, "That's fine. We can catch a few Zombies for her to kill later. It's not difficult."

Harry knew that the Zombies were the monsters Jackson was referring to.

"There are many clothes, shoes, and socks here. You can pick whatever you want."

Harry and Jackson were completely soaked, so they changed into clean clothes and shoes. Jackson went to the kitchen and connected the canned liquefied gas to the stove, and then found a pressure cooker, saying excitedly, "We'll have fragrant white rice to eat later."

Harry opened the container filled with cold water.

Jackson knew that Olivia was an ordinary person and couldn't use the outside water. He took some water from the container to wash the rice and started to cook. Harry went downstairs to move all the supplies they had just brought up and piled them up here.

Harry occasionally looked outside and could vaguely see black shadows floating in the water around the building. He even saw a Zombie pop its head out of the water, but it didn't come closer to climb up and attack him. It just surfaced for a moment and then sank back down.

It was obvious that it was not safe here, and he began to understand what Jackson had meant before.

Because there had been no such situation around the building where he had lived before, there had never been so many Zombies popping up from the water.

Soon, the aroma of rice filled the air. Harry took a deep breath. He hadn't had a hot meal in days, and the smell of the rice was more tempting than any delicacy in the world.

After the rice was cooked, Harry brought a table from the next room, Olivia wiped it clean with a cloth, and Jackson magically found tofu, beef, chili sauce, ham sausage, salted duck eggs, vacuum-packed chicken feet, and duck legs from the pile of supplies. They were all placed on the table, looking very luxurious.

Olivia had already been unable to resist drooling.

"Hahaha, do you feel a bit of a warm feeling of home? We've been here for a few days, and today is the first time we're eating a proper meal," Jackson laughed and found three pairs of chopsticks and bowls. Then he filled three big bowls of rice.

Harry remembered that he still had several cans of beer and quickly took them out, handing one to Jackson.

Although he had drunk a lot of alcohol before during work and business negotiations, and had even reached a point where he was afraid of seeing alcohol, he unexpectedly began to miss it after not drinking for a few days.