Increase in favorability

"What's going on?" The zombie bat was about to bite again but noticed that the world in front of it seemed a bit different, why were things bending and twisting?

The trees that were once upright suddenly started moving.

Unconsciously, the zombie bat's claws loosened, and Clark was thrown to the ground. Thanks to his enhanced body, he created a shallow pit on impact, miraculously unharmed.

Looking at the zombie bat, it struggled in the air for a few moments before plummeting into the surrounding zombie horde.

Due to the earlier injury caused by Emma Kensington's dagger, blood continued to flow from the wounds on the zombie bat. This immediately attracted a large number of nearby zombies, rushing towards it for a bite.

They began to bite it.

Any zombie that consumed the flesh of the zombie bat exhibited similar symptoms, swaying and eventually collapsing to the ground.

Most deadly of all, the meat of the zombie bat seemed to have a certain allure for other zombies. They relentlessly approached, just to take a bite of the zombie bat's flesh.

Outside, the situation changed abruptly. The zombie horde, which had been relentlessly attacking the mansion, started dropping to the ground in large numbers.

"Quick, use fire! Burn them!" Clark shouted, not wanting to miss this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!

Emma Kensington was the first to react, grabbing a Molotov cocktail and tossing it outside, with others following suit.

Suddenly, a sea of flames engulfed the area.

Every fallen zombie was consumed by the fire. Even the scattered few who hadn't tasted the bat's flesh, if they managed to escape the flames, couldn't evade Emma Kensington's short knife.

The crisis of an overwhelming zombie attack was resolved just like that.

In the end, Emma Kensington, covered in blood, walked back with an indescribable sense of ease on her face.

"How was that? You believe in me now, right?" Clark said somewhat smugly. After struggling to get up, he found himself temporarily unable to move.

"Although I don't know how you came up with this idea, you did indeed save everyone!" Emma Kensington, not one to easily compliment others, spoke sternly but sincerely.

"By the way, how did you know that the zombie bat's meat would have a paralyzing effect on other zombies?" Curiosity sparked in Emma Kensington as she began to inquire. "And how come you didn't get injured? That bat's claws tore the previous guy in half!"

"I guessed, purely guessed, and didn't expect it to be true!" Clark casually replied, avoiding any mention of the system. He couldn't reveal its existence.

"But why is your body so sturdy?" Emma Kensington wasn't easily fooled and continued her questioning.

"Because he has thick skin!" Just as Clark was unsure of how to respond, Olivia Turner walked over and joked, indirectly helping him out of the situation.

For some reason, Olivia Turner didn't like Emma Kensington relentlessly questioning Clark.

This guy is really strange. He started as a zombie, why doesn't he just be a zombie instead of playing the hero and saving damsels in distress? Hmph!

But weirdly enough, this guy is becoming more likable!

"Ding! The system detects the first beauty's increased favorability towards the host!"

"Ding! The system detects the second beauty's increased favorability towards the host!"

Clark was a bit bewildered.

Seeing Olivia Turner speak up, Emma Kensington decided not to press further and left with a parting remark. "Just now, he saved the city." After saying this, she walked inside.

After Emma Kensington left, Olivia Turner turned and left without a word, leaving Clark staring blankly.

"Don't leave, hasn't the good impression strengthened?" Clark said.

"Why not stay and enjoy the night together with me?" Clark's heart felt a bit bitter, wondering why everyone was leaving!

But it's good that they left; now, let's see what the rewards are, and it's a double portion!

"Ding! System rewards issued. Reward one: teleportation within 500 meters, reward two: a 100% accurate aiming opportunity, regardless of the weapon thrown, it will hit the target, power depends on the weapon. Reward three: restore facial appearance to 60%."

"You're kidding me! Why is this option always there? Can't I choose all?" Clark almost cursed. This was the third time the option to restore facial appearance to 60% appeared, but his rationality told him he really couldn't choose it.

The most important thing now is to survive; do I really need good looks? Of course, I want them! But once I'm dead, there's nothing left. Is it useful to be a good-looking ghost?

"Only three out of two can be chosen!" the system seriously informed Clark.

Clark finally chose options one and two, even though he didn't know how to use them.

Back in the garage, everyone rested for the night. The next morning, Emma Kensington gathered everyone and announced that the alliance's support team was about to arrive to take them away.

Her team's task was to bring the survivors from the city here, and another team from the alliance would come to take them all away.

This was the information she received before being captured by the two B-level zombies, and the mission had not been completed yet; the other team should be arriving soon.

"Great, we can finally leave this dreadful place."

"The area controlled by the alliance, is it a human paradise?"

Cheers immediately erupted from the crowd. People who had endured too much suffering always dreamed of leaving the pain behind as soon as possible.

But in Clark's eyes, this was like an empty promise. First, did Emma Kensington's task count as completed? What were the criteria, and was there a time limit?

Secondly, was the team sent by the alliance for support similar to Emma Kensington's team? If so, should their combat effectiveness not be overly expected?

Most importantly, whether they come or not, no one knows!

Clark naturally couldn't voice these thoughts, giving everyone a glimmer of hope.

Even if they had to wait, they needed to be prepared for defense. Under Emma Kensington's arrangement, the entire mansion area was equipped with guard posts, everyone had Molotov cocktails, and there was enough food to last a week to ten days. Everyone's spirits were high; once people have hope, they become different.

The entire mansion even looked more like a fortress now.

After the previous battle, Clark realized even more that this world was more complicated than he had imagined. First, from Emma Kensington, he learned that zombies had strict hierarchical distinctions. The basic A-level zombies were those attacking in groups, lacking intelligence, like walking corpses. The ones he encountered that could control zombie hordes, as well as the two independent zombies, were B-level. Above them were C-level, and even higher-level zombies, but those were beyond Emma Kensington's reach.

The zombie bat should also be considered B-level.

After experiencing that battle, there was no guarantee that other B-level zombies wouldn't appear, so everyone remained vigilant.

On this day, Clark was sunbathing when he overheard people talking about John disappearing since yesterday. It didn't catch his attention too much; John was a bit simple-minded—maybe he found a place to rest because he was tired?