novelraw Chapter 67: Lot of Zombie Points
Chapter 67: Lot of Zombie Points
Zorvax and Ophelia made their way through the desolation, their figures ghosting through the remnants of civilization. The once-bustling city was now nothing but a graveyard of concrete and steel, serving as a stark reminder of the world that used to be.
As they found a moment of respite, Zorvax couldn’t help but allow a smug grin to take over his features. "We did well," he declared, his voice echoing softly amidst the rubble. The satisfaction in his tone was unmistakable, a sharp contrast to the somber scene around them.
Ophelia, standing with the grace of a warrior, allowed herself a momentary smirk in response. Her sniper rifle, which had been her lethal companion through the night’s work, seamlessly integrated back into her arm, the biotech fusion barely noticeable.
"The haul this time should be quite rewarding," Zorvax mused, still riding the high of their recent victory. His words cut through the silence, bringing a sense of life to the lifeless surroundings.
Ophelia met Zorvax’s gaze, her eyes alight with the same gleam of triumph and a hint of curiosity. "We should take a look soon," she proposed, her voice betraying a hint of eagerness beneath her usually stoic exterior. "I’m curious to see how much zombie points we’ve accumulated."
"Let’s see," Zorvax agreed, and with a fluid gesture, he summoned the system interface. A holographic screen materialized in front of them, displaying their collected data and resources.
They both leaned in, scrutinizing the numbers that flickered on the display. Zorvax’s fingers danced over the controls with an adeptness born of frequent use, pulling up their zombie point total.
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[Zombie Points: 88.000]
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A wide smile spread across Zorvax’s face, his eyes lighting up with the satisfaction of success. "Wow, that’s really a lot. We hit the jackpot this time," he exclaimed, the glee in his voice echoing off the broken walls.
Ophelia, her usually stoic demeanor softening, allowed a rare smile to grace her lips as well. The numbers on the screen were a testament to their skill and cunning, a reward for the risks they had taken.
Yet, the moment of triumph was tinged with a hint of concern as Zorvax navigated to his evolution list. His smile faltered, giving way to a more contemplative expression. Opening the list always brought with it a wave of possibilities and uncertainties, and this time was no different.
As the list loaded, the air between them grew heavy with expectation. Zorvax’s finger hovered over the controls, his hesitation a sharp contrast to the confident warrior he had been just moments ago on the battlefield.
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[Evolution List]
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[1. ???]
[Requirement to unlock:]
[- 5000 Evolution Points]
[- 3 Level 3 Zombie Core]
[- 3 Black Core]
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[2. ???]
[Requirement to unlock:]
[- 5000 Evolution Points]
[- 3 Level 3 Zombie Core]
[- 3 White Core]
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[3. ???]
[Requirement to unlock:]
[- Unlock First and Second Evolution List]
[- 10000 Evolution Points]
[- 5 Level 3 Zombie Core]
[- 5 Black Core]
[- 5 White Core]
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Zorvax and Ophelia huddled together in the dim light, their attention captured by the evolving list that flickered on the screen before them. Zorvax’s hands paused as the evolution options appeared, his fingers stilled over the device’s buttons. The list was a road map to power, but the requirements were daunting, a steep mountain to climb.
Ophelia leaned in closer, her eyes scanning the list, understanding the magnitude of what they were facing. "It’s a lot," she said quietly, her voice a soft murmur in the stillness of the ruined building.
Zorvax sighed, rubbing the back of his neck with a hand, feeling the weight of the challenge ahead. "For the first evolution, we need 5,000 points and three level 3 zombie cores, plus the colored cores," he calculated aloud, his tone a mix of determination and frustration.
Ophelia nodded, her expression serious. "The cores from the system shop are costly," she added, "10,000 points each. We need three, so that’s 30,000 points, plus the 5,000 to unlock. That’s 35,000 points for just the first choice."
Zorvax’s frown deepened as he considered their resources. "And the same amount again for the second choice," he murmured, his voice tinged with the stress of their predicament.
He scrolled down to the third option, and his frown turned into a scowl. "Unlocking the third... it requires us to unlock the first and second," he read out, his voice strained. "That’s 70,000 points already, plus another 10,000, and... ten colored cores?" He paused, the total sinking in. "That’s 180,000 points in all."
The room was silent save for the distant howls of the night and the soft clicking of the device as Zorvax ran the numbers again, hoping for a different outcome. But the math was unforgiving.
Ophelia placed a comforting hand on Zorvax’s shoulder. "We’ll get there," she assured him, her voice steady with confidence. "One hunt at a time."
Zorvax let out a breath he didn’t realize he’d been holding and leaned back against the wall. "We have 88,000 points now," he repeated, allowing a brief moment of pride to seep into his voice despite the daunting path that lay ahead.
Ophelia, standing a few feet away, her arms crossed as she listened, gave a slight nod. "Halfway to what we need," she echoed, her tone underlining the enormity of their undertaking.
Zorvax pushed away from the wall, his posture straightening as resolve washed over him. His eyes met Ophelia’s, a spark of determination shining within. "Let’s go hunt and collect one more level 3 zombie core so I can unlock the first option," he stated decisively.
With a plan set in motion, Zorvax and Ophelia moved out from the relative safety of their hideout. The ruins around them whispered tales of a past long gone, a silent reminder of what once had been and what now stood—a world overrun by the undead, where the living were just as dangerous.
They navigated through the skeletal remains of the city with a sense of purpose that only those accustomed to surviving against the odds could possess. The moon, hanging low in the sky, cast an ethereal glow over the desolate landscape, turning the broken glass and twisted metal into a treacherous terrain of shadows and silver.