Boom!
The heavy impact echoed through the training hall as Kyle Grayson's fist slammed into the metal plate of the strength tester.The machine rattled violently, letting out a strained metallic buzz before the numbers on the digital screen began to climb—fast.
Then they stopped.
370 kg.
"Three hundred and seventy…?"Kyle's breath caught. His pulse spiked.
That number wasn't just high—it was near the upper limit of adult men in this world.More importantly, it was far beyond what he could unleash back on Earth, even at world-champion level.
He tightened his fist, feeling the raw, surging power in his muscles. A grin crept up the corner of his mouth.
"This… is only the beginning."
In the cafeteria, the smell of simmered mutant beast meat mixed with golden potatoes filled the air. Kyle devoured his food, warmth flooding his body and washing away the fatigue of training.
Across from him sat the squad captain, Old Derrick, carrying his tray.
"Done eating? Good. Follow me to get your gear," Derrick said between bites of meat.
Kyle finished his meal in a few quick gulps, wiped his mouth, and stood."Captain, where are we going?"
"Duty shift," Derrick replied. "Starting now till nightfall, you're patrolling the wall with me."
Kyle nodded and followed him to the armory.
There, he received a standard assault rifle, three spare magazines, and a heavy military combat knife.The cold metal in his hands reminded him again:this wasn't peaceful Earth.This was a world where people died if they weren't ready.
The city wall was built of massive blocks of black stone, towering nearly ten meters high. When Kyle looked out into the endless wasteland, a chill crawled up his spine.
The afternoon patrol dragged on in silence.The sun dipped low.Darkness swallowed the land.
The wind howled like something screaming from the underworld.
Just as their shift was about to end, Kyle caught sight of a figure staggering in the distance.
"What's that?"He instinctively raised his gun.
The tall, skinny soldier beside him chuckled with a mocking smile."Newbie scared already? It's probably just a scavenger. Happens all the time."
Kyle ignored him. Every instinct in his body told him—that thing wasn't human.
He raised his binoculars and zoomed in.
Shriveled skin clung to bones.Its mouth hung open, black saliva mixed with blood dripping down.And its eyes—those glowing, sickly green eyes—burned with hunger for flesh.
"A… zombie."Kyle's blood turned cold.
He swept the wasteland with his binoculars.
One.Two.Ten.A hundred…
They were everywhere—an ocean of staggering figures, all with the same glowing eyes.
"糟了!一大群!"凯尔的声音颤抖着.
德里克一把夺过他手中的望远镜,瞥了一眼,脸色顿时变得苍白.
"拉响警报!现在!"
刺耳的警报声响彻黑风定居点.城墙边的士兵们立刻立正,紧握武器,目光紧盯着前方.
张指挥官——定居点里为数不多的进化战士之一——冲上了楼梯.
"听着!五十米内自由射击!节省弹药!"
起初,这群人移动缓慢,但他们数量之多令人窒息.
一百米.九十米.八十米...
突然,仿佛回应某种无声的信号,所有丧尸都猛地抬起头,发出地狱般的咆哮.
下一刻,他们的速度骤然提升.他们像野兽般冲锋,撕裂地面,直到距离墙壁不到五十米.
"开火!"
张指挥官一声怒吼,步枪如喷火巨龙般齐鸣.
砰!僵尸的头颅爆裂开来,鲜血喷溅到泥土上.
子弹从墙上如雨点般落下.
凯尔心跳加速.他举起步枪,扫射起来.大部分子弹都偏离了目标——只有一发击中了丧尸的肩膀.
"该死,这命中率也太差了吧!"凯尔暗骂道,但肾上腺素却在他体内奔涌.这——这——才是真正的战斗.
另一方面,张指挥官的射击精准得令人胆寒——每一颗子弹都击穿了一个新的僵尸的头骨.
然后-
叮!
一团淡淡的白色光球从倒下的僵尸尸体中飘了出来,光球上有一个手枪的标志.
凯尔脑海中响起了一条系统提示音:
『检测到拾取物:枪械熟练度（基础）.拾取?』
他没有丝毫犹豫.
"收集!"
一股暖流涌遍他的全身.他的状态面板闪烁了一下——出现了一项新技能:
[枪械熟练度（基础）- 等级 1]
他的力量,敏捷性和体能吸收能力再次提升.
在这个末日世界里,凯尔的道路...才刚刚开始.