I have an Apocalypse City

Chapter 324: Accumulating Good Deeds

Translator: 549690339

Leaving the Manor Castle, Song Jian immediately summoned his motorcycle. He sped along, unthreatened by low-level monsters of level five or ten. Even the loud sound of his motorcycle didn’t provoke these lower-level creatures. Sensing Song Jian’s power, they became more aggressive but didn’t dare to follow him closely like they used to. They could only roar at him from a distance.

It wasn’t until he reached the area inhabited by level fifteen monsters that Song Jian halted his motorcycle and proceeded on foot. The monsters here posed a threat to him, and a horde of them could potentially cause trouble. However, as he passed through the level fifteen monster area, he saw a few player corpses scattered haphazardly on the broad road. These players were mostly at level twelve or thirteen; attempting to hunt higher-level monsters had led to their deaths.

Song Jian shook his head slightly. At the beginning stages of the game, players were cautious, wishing they could stay inside the Safe House all day. But as they got more familiar with the game, many began to treat it as a real game. Whether it was the potential benefits or their greed, they began taking risks. What they didn’t realize was that failure came with a high price: their lives.

At that moment, a commotion arose from a street in the distance. Song Jian’s brow furrowed, and he reached out his right hand. A warm current flowed from his heart and traveled along his meridian to his right hand, forming a dark red long sword.

Soon, two level thirteen players dashed out from the street corner on the left side. They looked bedraggled, their battle suits stained with blood. Their Vitality Points were less than half, and one of them had lost his weapon.

Upon seeing Song Jian, they immediately charged towards him without a word.

Behind them, a group of level fifteen mutated zombies roared menacingly, their claws outstretched as they hotly pursued the two men.

Song Jian narrowed his eyes, instantly understanding the two men’s intentions. They wanted to divert their troubles onto him, using him as a buffer against the zombies.

“Kid, it’s your bad luck. Anyway, you’re gonna die soon, so why not take on these monsters for us? I’ll burn some extra paper money for you every year on this day!” said an Assassin player with a sneer.

At this, the two men activated their Acceleration Skill, their pacing increasing even more as they made a beeline towards Song Jian.

Unfortunately for them, they had severely underestimated Song Jian’s capabilities.

Just as the two men were about to brush past Song Jian, he grabbed them both and threw them forcefully towards the oncoming mutated zombies using his overwhelming strength.

Even a level fifteen Lord-level BOSS couldn’t match Song Jian in terms of strength, let alone two level thirteen Assassin players.

Caught offguard, the two men felt a strong force propelling them into the air, giving them a sensation of weightlessness.

Bang!

I he two men landed in the middle of the mutating zombie horde. After knocking down several zombies, they were immediately surrounded.

“Damn you! Do you know who we are…” The assassin hadn’t even finished cursing when several mutated zombies reached for him, aiming for the throat, cheek, and shoulder. A series of painful wails filled the air as the two players’ ’ Vitality Points rapidly decreased.

Song Jian, holding the Crimson Eire Heart Ape Sword, watched emotionlessly from a distance as the two men were completely swallowed up by the zombie horde. Their painful cries slowly faded until all that remained was the sound of the zombies gnawing.

For such people, Song Jian had no sympathy. If they had fled in a different direction, they might have survived. Even if they had begged him for help, he would’ve intervened. Yet, their base human instincts led them to choose what seemed like the easier or smarter route. They didn’t realize, however, that the man before them was far more terrifying than the mutated zombies behind them.

As all the mutated zombies focused on attacking the two men, Song Jian saw the moment their Vitality Points hit zero and immediately activated the Broken Wing Dance, rushing towards the horde;

The dark red blade emitted a chilling sound as it cleaved through the air. The attack instantly enveloped seven to eight mutated zombies within its range. The tier three Broken Wing Dance dealt over a hundred points of damage to each zombie, followed by a second attack that enveloped even more mutated zombies, again dealing over a hundred points of damage each.

Amidst the zombies’ roars, Song Jian leaped up high, brandishing his long sword, and cut down towards the zombie horde.

Boom!

A muffled explosion sent all the zombies flying into the air in a state of weightlessness.

Rapid Sword, activate!

Song Jian’s attacking speed surged, his long sword swung to create dozens of afterimages. These phantoms attacked the surrounding zombies.

Sweeping Sword Style!

Each attack was stronger than the last. Several mutated zombies couldn’t handle the increased damage and instantly turned into heaps of black ashes;

Sword Silk!

Pop,pop,pop-

Three Sword Silks each attacked three mutated zombies. Although the damage was spread out, each Silk still managed to kill a mutated zombie;

Thump, thump, thump-

The zombies crashed back to the ground from the sky, roaring as they lunged at Song Jian again;

Sword Shadow Step!

Like a fish darting through the zombie horde, Song Jian harvested their Vitality Points while the zombies tried vainly to attack him. Their attacks yielded a series of “MISS,” and their speed was no match for Song Jian.

Sword Finger!

A soft whooshing sound and a flash of dazzling silver light emanated from the center of the zombie horde. Song Jian spun his body like a top, his silver Sword Qi drawing a circular arc. Instantly, over a dozen mutated zombies screamed and turned into black ashes.

After a series of attacks, Song Jian’s Vitality Points had dropped by a third. The group of mutated zombies around him, however, had all been killed, turning into black ashes on the ground;

Despite killing more than twenty level fifteen mutated zombies at once, not a single one dropped any items. No equipment, not even a single piece of ordinary material, which gave Song Jian a bad feeling.

“Damn it, when will this curse of lowered luck be lifted…” Song Jian frowned, surprised at the significant impact of the loss of three luck points.

“I guess I’m accumulating good karma. Hopefully, the BOSS’S drops won’t be too affected!” Song Jian muttered under his breath.

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