Zombies are really weak? Not at all.

The horror of zombies comes from their tirelessness, their lack of pain, and their relentless pursuit as long as they have not lost their mobility. Most people, even those with poor marksmanship, only dare to choose long-range weapons.

Because zombies have a high level of infectiousness, if bitten, there is a one hundred percent chance of turning into a zombie. Even if scratched or with open wounds, being too close to the infected individual can result in transmission. Although infection does not always lead to zombification, the probability is relatively high...

The current research on corpse transformation by humans is still in its initial stage. In other words, once infected, it is equivalent to a death sentence. No one would be willing to team up with someone who might undergo corpse transformation. To personally understand is the only true act of kindness.

And he was alone, with limited food, limited physical strength, and limited abilities.

There is only one way to go - a dead end.

Black has always been active in the assassination world. The number of people who died under his exceptional skills is countless. And his high bounty... also makes him face endless interference and pursuit during and between missions.

The organization will continuously assign tasks to him without ever inquiring about his well-being or offering any assistance.

Or perhaps, he had long been a pawn that the organization wanted to discard.

His failure rate in tasks was not low, but the reasons for failure were always because of his bad mood and unwillingness to accept or due to some strange reasons. However, once he takes on a task, he has never failed.

His reputation had long overshadowed the fame of the organization, but after reaching the pinnacle in the dark, he felt his own barrier. He grew tired of the monotonous daily life and became indifferent towards tasks that lacked any challenge.

And under the circumstances where the organization was extremely dissatisfied with him, he took on outside jobs... he didn't care about his own life or death, he had always been on the brink of death.

He was not afraid of death, in fact, he had been constantly seeking an opportunity that would allow him to shed blood and sweat, and die in great satisfaction.

That would be the best ending of his life.

However, he died in an explosion, which wasn't the death he had hoped for.

Perhaps it was because of this that he was able to be reborn.

This world gave him new expectations once again...

The black shadow moved like a ghost, its actions flowing smoothly like a joyful symphony. He skillfully swung the silver shimmering blade, weaving through the crowd of zombies... The gleam in his eyes seemed to be stained with two shades of red, filled with a delightful satisfaction.

This couldn't even be considered a battle; it was merely a one-sided massacre. Black showed no sign of slackening, as he strived to maximize the damage and effectiveness of each strike with the fewest possible swings, cutting down the most zombies.

After the dark figure passed by, corpses of zombies were scattered all over the ground behind him. He simply took off his blood-stained coat, used it to wipe the blade clean, then discarded the coat and put on a clean one before continuing to walk inside.

Perhaps it was because these past few days had been too relaxed, he was two beats slower in comparison to the predetermined end time in his mind.

There's only one option left: try again.

Hei could endure being defeated or even killed by anyone powerful, but he could not allow himself to decline before encountering an opponent.

Black received a knife and looked around at the surrounding buildings. He roughly predicted where the zombies would appear and continued moving forward.

After walking about two streets, Hei saw a nearly completely naked body lying on the road. Oh, it's not a body, it's still moving. That person was covered in wounds, and their body was covered in suspicious fluids...

The people in this world are really good at questioning everything. Hei had no intention of paying attention to him and was planning to bypass him. However, just as he was about to pass by, the man suddenly grabbed hold of his pants leg.

Although Hei had quickly left in an instant, he still looked in astonishment at the cuff of his pants that had just been grabbed by him...

"Save me."

The people on the ground struggled to get up, even sitting seemed somewhat difficult. He wanted to smile, but the pain made the curvature of his lips appear somewhat odd.

"No, you go away," he said. After seeing the angry expression on his face, that fleeting instinct for survival vanished instantly. He didn't even care about not wearing any clothes and simply sat in the middle of the road.

Just let it be death, in that moment it's only because... I feel somewhat unwilling because I was deceived.

"Just... just die."