I have to say, these zombies, they're really... quite weak.

After being in contact with zombies for a while, I have been able to gather some information about them. Firstly, zombies cannot see, but they have a sense of smell and hearing. They seem to be unusually sensitive to living beings, and will consume any type of biological entity. However, their favorite prey is humans.

It is currently uncertain how broad their range of perception for living creatures is, but he spent a night sleeping on top of the big tree, and the ground below was already filled with zombies.

They were all using both their hands and feet without stopping, desperately trying to climb up the tree trunk.

But they have no intelligence at all, only capable of relentlessly scratching and clawing. Some of them have even been trampled to death by their own kind.

He moves slowly, and is as dumb as a pig, no, even worse than a pig.

Just because this thing appeared, humans are despairing, saying it's the end of the world. If this kind of creature could really bring about the end of the world, even though I am one of them, I can't help but think that humans are truly a group of useless waste.

He has been in this place for a month and a half.

In simple terms, he has transmigrated. The specific details are not that important. The weather is sunny and cloudless. Before transmigrating, he had no belongings, and when he transmigrated, he was also clean, with no suspicious points. So, let's not dwell on them.

Either in his original world or in this place, it really didn't make much of a difference to him.

His code name is "Black," as for his real name, he had already forgotten it at a very young age when his memories were still fuzzy.

During this month and a half, he had also encountered many survivors, and through their mouths, he learned that in the current world, three-fifths of the land had already fallen.

Humans have also established bases and protected zones in various regions. However, he hasn't been to any of them yet.

The specific duration of the corpse transformation is unclear to Hei. However, what currently piques his interest is probably...

Hei stared at one of the densely packed zombies below. It was a middle-aged uncle, missing an arm, with his intestines spilling out all over the floor. He kept trying to crawl forward, growling loudly.

He didn't actually have anything special about him. These zombies, in general, all have this grotesque appearance, each one appearing even more disgusting than the last.

They were generally pale-skinned, with gray-white eyes, and at least one fatal injury on their bodies, most of which were bite marks.

He noticed this zombie because on the index finger of his remaining hand, there was a glowing ring.

He lifted his hand and reached into the pocket of his pants, taking out a ring and comparing it with another.

Hmm, it seems quite similar.

This ring is a cutting-edge technological product in this world, and typically has an obsidian-like stone embedded on top of the ring.

He hadn't delved deep into the specifics of how it worked, but in summary, it was a ring with its own independent space.

The size of the stone embedded on the ring determines the area of the alternate space that the ring can unlock.

This thing is quite mysterious.

The two rings in his palm were both "commissions" he had obtained from others during the past month and a half. Inside the rings were filled with water and food.

However, he had been constantly searching for a ring with larger space. The two rings he currently possessed were only the size of an ordinary cabinet, which seemed a bit insufficient for him to store his weapons.

Black stepped on the tree trunk and jumped directly from a branch about ten meters high. Upon landing, he stomped on several zombies, and with a lift of his elbow, he blocked the claws that immediately reached out towards his face. He kicked the zombie away at an angle.

He reversed his grip on the dagger and directly severed the entire head of the nearby zombie.

Hei's speed was extremely fast, wielding only a dagger in his hand, he swiftly severed more than ten heads... Thud, thud, thud, they crashed onto the ground, sounding quite satisfying.

However, that dagger soon shattered, cutting through even the bones. No matter how formidable the black was, it was just a small dagger.

The broken dagger was discarded by the Black General, who then drew a pistol from his waist. Compared to a dagger, a pistol is much more convenient.

Basically, a headshot can kill zombies, but it's not always guaranteed. Some zombies seem to have their brains positioned in a way that requires an extra shot or needs to be aimed slightly off.

When the bullets ran out, Hei picked up a piece of brick from the ground and found it to be just as effective with a solid strike, proving its usefulness.

Once all the zombies had been taken care of, the process didn't take long at all. Despite being careful to avoid getting dirty, he still ended up being inevitably splattered with some blood.

The blood of these zombies is all putrid blood. The longer they have been dead, the stranger the color and taste of the liquid that flows out of their bodies.

It's truly repulsive.

Desperate, he had no choice but to take off his shirt and wipe his body before he began searching through the pile of corpses.

I have probably killed around twenty to thirty zombies. There has been quite some noise, so it's certain that it will attract other zombies.

After finishing this wave of searches, let's go take a look at the city center up ahead.

If you want to search for weapons, firearms can only be found in government agencies, while knives might be available in some shops.

The paragraph translates to: "The knives sold in the store are mostly not sharpened. He can't just use a kitchen knife to kill zombies."

It stinks.

Black quickly searched through the several targets he had previously identified. Although they were no longer considered human, he could still discern some details from their appearance that revealed their former state of being.

He also found a lot of banknotes, but he didn't know if these things were still useful now, like rings, watches, necklaces, and the like. He was also willing to throw them into his storage ring.

Valuable items that don't take up much space have always been the preferred targets for robbery and murder.

With a loud "bang!" a gun shot rang out from behind.

Black's sixth sense allowed him to instinctively dodge the bullet that was aimed at the back of his head. In the blink of an eye, he swiftly leaned to one side, avoiding the direct hit.

The bullet penetrated into a certain corpse on the ground, causing a burst of putrid blood spray.

He turned slowly and looked back at the group of people behind him. It's not that he didn't notice someone, but rather he believed that humans would not target him.

In his pitch-black eyes, a chilling cold light flickered. He quickly assessed the weapons and positions of the people in front of him.

He still had a short knife on him now. The bullets hadn't been replenished for a long time, and he probably just used the last one. Even so, he would not lose.

The group of people all widened their eyes, and one of the girls covered her mouth in astonishment: "A...alive person?"