Chapter 240 Is This Really a Zombie?

Although it was a bit earlier than Xia Xinyan expected, it was about time. If the subsequent changes were anything like last life, then their current wobbly online reputation would surely attract the attention of most new rising powers.

Since they couldn’t keep a low profile anymore, they might as well take this opportunity to elevate their status significantly, which would save them some trouble down the line.

Besides, a little fame would certainly be helpful for some tasks they might have to tackle later.

However, Fatty’s loud approach still made Bai Yu feel a bit uneasy.

He couldn’t help but ask, “Aren’t you worried about stronger teams coming after us?”

Upon hearing this, Fatty waved his hand dismissively: “Relax, as long as they’re not brain-dead, they won’t engage us at this moment.”

It’s a simple concept: players with similar power levels—be they big shots or noobs—would usually avoid facing off against equals in the early stages. Exposing their trump cards is no small issue, but losing right after revealing them is a much bigger one.

So, any player with half a brain would mostly focus on gathering resources in the early game.

This idea is why Fatty felt so confident.

Since they weren’t concerned about a setback, they’d naturally go all out.

Later, he could post screenshots of these encounters on his account and use their prowess to silence all those weaklings who were yapping away in his comments.

However, after his enthusiastic singing performance paired with some bass-heavy equipment, the first one to approach wasn’t a player, but a zombie.

Seeing the shabby, emaciated figure shambling toward them—clearly an extreme malnourishment case—Fatty couldn’t help but feel a bit disappointed: “Is this it? Did we really come to the wrong place?”

No one responded.

Fatty paused and looked back, only to find his three teammates had retreated quite a distance, each standing atop a wrecked car, controlling drones to scout the area.

What bothered him the most—was that all three were wearing earplugs.

Fatty: “Wait… this isn’t cool! Am I that bad of a singer?”

Noticing the noise had toned down, Ling Mo took off his earplugs: “Huh? What did you say?”

“…I said your actions are disrespectful! I was once a karaoke king, you know!”

Ling Mo made eye contact with him for a while before shrugging: “You sang fine, it’s just that bass shook too much. So? Not singing anymore?”

“Not singing,” Fatty put away his stuff, looking disgruntled as he walked over, “I waste a ton of stamina and attract just a weak fish? I can’t even be bothered to fight it—are you guys still playing with the drones? Did you find anything?”

Xia Xinyan also took off her earplugs and responded, “The abandoned buildings in this city are interfering with the signals. The high-signal range is less than a kilometer. It’s basically the same around here; we haven’t spotted any living creatures.”

“That’s odd…” Fatty rubbed his chin, “Is this dungeon really that simple?”

Ling Mo glanced over at the zombie still shambling towards Fatty: “It’s coming closer; ignoring it seems a bit rude, don’t you think?”

Fatty shot a sidelong glance at the zombie and sighed: “It feels like a max-level character returning to a newbie village—these kind of fodder I’m really too lazy to deal with…”

He then waved his hand and walked toward the zombie: “Forget it, consider it a warm-up—watch me take it down without using any abilities.”

With their current physical fitness, bending steel bars by hand was no big deal, let alone this scrawny little zombie before them—Fatty wasn’t exactly being arrogant in saying that.

He stood in front of the zombie, assumed an attack stance, and slowly raised his right fist: “Hey, little buddy, your mom is calling you home—”

Then he punched down with all his might—

“Eat—what the hell!!”

A punch packed with Fatty’s full strength was effortlessly caught by the zombie’s bony hand, barely budging it back an inch.

Looking into the zombie’s glowing red eyes, Fatty finally sensed something was off.

In the next moment—

The zombie suddenly opened its mouth wide, its jaw splitting open, ripping apart its chest as well, turning its entire body into a gaping maw that could almost swallow Fatty whole!

And just as Fatty was about to face dire consequences, a massive iron ball suddenly shot from behind, smashing right into the creature’s mouth, sending it staggering back a few steps, freeing Fatty from its grasp.

He practically rolled back across the ground and frantically pulled out his bone magic wand, trembling all over: “What the hell, even zombies are playing the ‘pig pretending to be a tiger’ game these days?!”

Ling Mo, who just saved Fatty, looked at the rising zombie—no, it should be called a monster—and furrowed his brow.

What he just made was a bomb.

The detonator was in his hand, but when he pressed it now, there was no response.

There’s only one possibility— the bomb was digested by it.

“Be careful, this thing is definitely not simple,” he dismissed the detonator and jumped down to Fatty’s side.

Xia Xinyan didn’t make a move; she sat off to the side, enjoying the show.

The main purpose this time was to make Ling Mo famous, while she was affiliated with the Summer Family, making her fame less of a concern.

So, she wouldn’t step in unless absolutely necessary.

—Of course, it wasn’t like she was doing nothing the whole time; she had more than one aim for attending this competition, but early-stage matches didn’t need her involvement just yet.

At this moment, the monster had closed its giant mouth, but its body seemed to be melting away, blood and flesh dripping to the ground. Yet it continued to grow new flesh, making its overall size increasingly larger and more grotesque.

Fatty’s expression was priceless: “This is really what they call a zombie?”

“Maybe… our target mission is actually this thing,” Ling Mo seemed unfazed, “But as long as it’s made of meat, blowing it up shouldn’t be an issue.”

Then he patted Fatty on the shoulder: “You go first.”

Fatty: “? Why me first?”

“Don’t you want revenge?” Ling Mo gave him a sidelong glance, “What you did just now was pretty embarrassing; don’t forget we’re live streaming. Even if not many people are watching now, you might find someone looking for playback when you get famous later.”

Fatty thought about it and found his reasoning sound.

He immediately raised his wand: “Heavenly Sovereign! Die for me—!”

With a boom like thunder, a lightning bolt the thickness of an arm came crashing down from the sky, accurately hitting the massive chunk of flesh before them.

However, aside from turning the chunk black a bit, it didn’t even manage to delay it at all.

Fatty’s expression turned grave immediately: “Damn, this thing probably has lightning immunity, my abilities won’t affect it.”

“It’s not like it’s completely ineffective; at least it colored it,” Ling Mo commented.

“……”