Chapter 156 The Drunk

The loud bang was like ringing a bell within the silence. Instantly attracting zombies as they ran towards Ryver

With the strength and dexterity of seven men combined along with his sharply honed instructs and intuition with lightning fast reflexes, dealing with the zombie proved easy, perhaps a little too easy.

His axes were no different from a blending machine, cutting through the horde of zombies like their body were made of grass. Blood, brain matter, fluid and bones splattered over the ground of the garage as Ryver spun his blade in his hands. He was like a legendary war god, cutting down hundreds of foes before they could even think to blink.

Boom!

A zombie's head flew, crashing against a car's wind shield, turning into bloody meat paste, it's eye dangling off the edge.

Ryver's evolution points kept increasing exponentially a sghe amount of radiation in that area was gradually beginning to thicken. Theybseem to be converging towards this particular direction and the more he killed, the more radiation converged.

At one point, he had killed a few hundreds of zombies when the radiation in the area started to become a thickening mist of yellowish air.

Perhaps if it weren't for the gas mask be was currently putting on, he might have died from the vast amount of radiation converging towards his direction with the wind.

It hit to a point where he began to feel his skin getting irritated. And he could feel himself inhaling more radiation even with the gas mask.

Ryver endured. He just needed a little more.

BANG!

Four zombies where bashed backwards as their heads splitted to half. As though he had eyes behind him, he spin around slicing the three zombies that were attempting to ambush him, he quickly left his position, moving every second with every four to five zombie he killed.

His every move split apart the fog as the two axe in his both hands danced, but air rushed in back it feel the gap he had created. It was as though he could split apart wind itself.

His level of coordination was extreme and his hand to eye coordination was the best anyone could ever witness. But no one was there to watch the spectacle.

"Done!"

The fog was so dense Ryver has long since stopped relying on his vision and only his sense. Extreme level of attention to every detail. That little tug at the back of your mind, coordinated with sounds, wind movement, ground vibration, smell, and taste will bring the universe to its kneel.

Every little movement was anticipated by Ryver as though he could foresee the future.

Ryver avoided numerous claw strikes and quicklyoved away from the intense fog of radiation. According to his calculations, he had achieved 400 kills. Might be over 400, but not less than.

Even with the mountain of corpses on the ground and rivers of fluid on the ground, zombies were swarming in from within the city, even more than what Ryver had accounted for.

He had speculates that only those at a 200 meter radius would be attracted which is up to like a few hundreds of zombies since he had cleared most within the hall at the ground floor.

But the zombies swarming at him were just too much. It was like they were calling each other from distances away or they were being purposely directed to him.

The first one is higky unlikely as zombies don't have the intelligence to communicate with each other which leaves for the second option. Someone or something was purposely leading them here.

Jonathan should be able to attract a few dozen zombies, but not hundreds which leaves only one option left.

Ryver changes his position, moving towards the garage above through the collapsed debris which lead him to jumping quite a few blocks, before heading to the top with a leap. His agility is seven times that of a regular human, therefore he could jump at least 5 meters high in the air.

Ryvee gazed down at the zombies below him covered in fogs of radiation and knew there wasn't much time before the beast reveals itself now that he has escaped from the horde.

As quickly as possible, he scanned through his notification.

[Four hundred and three new notifications.]

[Decakill (×40) <8.0 evolution points amassed>]

[You eliminated a zombie, 0.02 Evo points have been extracted]

[You eliminated a zombie, 0.02 Evo points have been extracted]

[You eliminated a zombie, 0.02 Evo points have been extracted] ...

"Skip notification, show status."

[Ryver Mvcyger] | [Sex: male] [Age: 28] | [Strength: 7.0] | [Agility: 7.0] | [Vitality: 4.0] | [Evo Points: 0.2 +(8.04 + <8.4>)] [Evo points: 16.64]

[Warning! Toxic radiation within surrounding is getting dangerously high! (700rads) Evacuate the premises immediately.]

Ryver gave no mind to the warning, be lolled around cautiously, but the entire garege was now covered in toxic air fog, preventing him from seeing and the zombies below were making ladders out of themself, climbing on each other as they fell, trying to get to Ryver to test him apart.

There noise were deadening preventing Ryver from listening carefully.

Ryver's legs parted slightly and he took a combat stance. He knew he needed to get ready because this would be the first life and death battle he had had in years.

The sounds of him breathing through his gas mask seem to fill his ears. Inhale and exhale.

"Increase strength and agility by 7 points each and 2 points to vitality."

[Agility +3]

[Vitality + 3]

[Both agility and vitality have reached the capped unit for this level. Are you sure you want to evolve using both strength and agility?]

[Warning (1): Evolving with agility and strength pushes host to evolve towards the Enhanced that deals with strength and speed only.]

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[Warning (2): Vitality will become a supportive attribute, becoming much more difficult to increase once host becomes an Enhanced.]

[Warning (3): Becoming an Enchanced with two of the three main attributes will make evolving further ten times more difficult, but host will gain power equivalent to that.]

[Do you wish to Enchance or adjust your attribute to a more specific pattern?]

Whoosh!

A shadow flashed past by him and Ryver head turned sideways, but his body didn't move as he remained still.

Ryver licked his lips and a flash of wildness appeared in his eyes for a split second. He was beginning to get that feeling of ecstasy when one is between life and death.

That feeling is even more addictive than taking drugs because just a simple mistake could mean the end if one's life. Imagine playing a shoot game where adrenaline course through your veins anytime you meet an enemy? Now multiply that by a thousand folds! This isn't a game, it's reality.

From the first moment he killed a man when he was six, Ryver had felt drunk at the pleasant sensation of taking live with his hands he could feel his soul growing stronger.

"Yes, proceed to enhance, but add 5 points to vitality and close window."

A sudden feeling strike Ryver like a storm. The feeling of his muscles hardening, his ligaments strengthening, his flesh becoming tougher and his brain capacity becoming higher... Ryver could feel it all!