Brian Carter turned to look at the bedroom. “Just as well, Grace Thompson can be thrown into their team, so she won’t be a ticking time bomb by my side.”

Earlier, he had tried hypnosis, but the result was disappointing. Other than slightly muddling Grace Thompson’s will, it had no effect at all. He suspected there were structural differences between the bodies of humans from his previous life and those of the present.

Throwing Grace Thompson into this team had another benefit: Brian Carter would no longer have to suppress his physical desires. After all, in such a perilous environment, the energy consumed by that act required good nutrition to recover. For Brian Carter, who was extremely insecure, this was intolerable. With so much energy, it was better spent calculating a few more spells than wasted on that.

Brian Carter straightened up and walked over to the sofa, sitting down and cracking open a can of cola he’d found next door, taking a big gulp. The sensation of countless carbon dioxide bubbles exploding in his mouth helped Brian Carter relax his taut nerves a little.

“I need to make a decision right now—join them or not?” His gaze was fixed straight ahead, at the widescreen rear-projection TV he’d only recently bought.

“That’s right, the TV! The news said, the main feature of this zombie virus is cross-species transmission!! Yes! That’s it. Which means…” Brian Carter’s expression suddenly turned terrible.

“Boom!” Just then, a loud explosion came from outside the ship. It sounded like a mountain-blasting cannon amplified many times over, and Brian Carter felt the entire floor shake from the sound. His eardrums tingled and buzzed.

“Something’s happened!” Brian Carter was startled and rushed to the window to look outside.

He saw the man in camouflage who had just entered the Wanjiale supermarket supporting a boy in a basketball jersey, both covered in blood, retreating from inside.

“Woo… woof woof!!”

Several large dogs, half as tall as a person, their bodies shimmering with a phosphorescent glow, followed them out of the supermarket step by step. Their eyes were blood-red, their sharp, white fangs bared, and their bodies bore charred marks as if burned by flames.

“Third squad requesting backup!! Backup!!” the man in camouflage shouted, the blue arc-shaped energy blade in his hand held at the ready but not yet released. The crescent-shaped blue blade spun in the air, emitting a piercing screech.

Brian Carter was shocked.

“As expected, cross-species infection…” His gaze immediately shifted to the stairwell. Cold sweat quickly soaked his undershirt.

“Bzzzz…”

Outside the iron door, the hair-raising sound of flies buzzing reached Brian Carter’s ears clearly. He swallowed dryly.

Chapter Eight

At that moment, a somewhat timid and frightened man’s voice came from downstairs.

“Mr. Morgan, let’s go back. It seems… something’s happened.”

“What are you afraid of! We’ve run into trouble all along the way. Didn’t I, Sarah Morgan, survive even yesterday’s zombie horde? If we don’t find something good on this trip, we’ll be out of the city as soon as we get back, and there won’t be another chance once we’re in the suburbs. If we don’t make a good haul this time, we’ll regret it later. Heh, if things keep going like this, money and gold won’t be worth as much as food.” The reply came from another sleazy-sounding man.

“But…”

“No buts. Huh? There are a few zombies here. Jack Harris, you take care of them—think of it as practice.”

“Oh…”

Brian Carter looked down through the glass.

A chubby man dressed as a chef and a man in a suit stood together, facing several zombies howling in the shadows of the residential complex.

The fat chef pulled out a cigarette from somewhere, stuck it in his mouth, and lit it, taking a satisfying drag.

“These regular zombies are most afraid of sunlight. Jack Harris, as long as you stand where the sun shines, you don’t have to worry about them lunging at you.”

“Got it, Mr. Morgan.” Despite the heat, the man called Jack Harris was still wearing a thick suit, and thanks to Brian Carter’s enhanced vision, he could clearly see from less than twenty meters away that Jack Harris’s forehead wasn’t sweating at all.

Brian Carter guessed this man’s ability was probably related to temperature.

Sure enough, Jack Harris raised his hand, and a sparkling silver-white icicle flew unhurriedly toward one of the zombies. After making a few turns, it easily pierced the zombie’s head with a soft hiss, as if slicing through tofu.

The fat man beside him smoked without surprise.

“You both awakened at the same time, so why is your icicle so much slower than Matthew Clark from the first squad?”

Jack Harris chuckled awkwardly.

Seeing this, Brian Carter immediately had an idea. These two were probably here specifically to search for supplies. And from their conversation, it was clear that some of these awakened people had only just gained their powers. So…

“Today I’ve cast Acid Missile, Improved Arrow Spell, two zero-level spells, Evil Sacrifice, a first-level spell, and failed Hypnosis, which doesn’t consume mental energy. Water Activation doesn’t count, so…” Brian Carter helplessly realized that he only had one first-level spell slot left for the day.