Level One Undead

Ray's pupils widened to their limits as the huge jaws of the undead loomed larger in his vision, causing his heart to skip a beat.

Almost reflexively, he raised the pan in his other hand and slapped the undead right in the face with all his power.

Normally, with all his strength applied, a regular undead would instantly turn into mush, but to his surprise, this one remained completely intact.

"Is this a level one undead?" Ray looked at the faint, blurry number "1" in his head and couldn't help but utter.

If this was just a level 1 undead, then the ones he killed were probably simply cannon fodder, hence why they were so easy to kill.

But he didn't have much time to think, because the level "1" undead was incredibly fast.

By the time he blinked, it had already closed in on him.

Bang!

Another pan hit sent the undead staggering backward, yet there was no significant damage to the zombie at all.

Ray nervously observed that the pan was already damaged, and the undead showed no signs of being particularly damaged either, possessing both terrifying speed and defence.

Fortunately, Ray surpassed the creature in strength. If not, he wouldn't have known what would happen.

Strangely, Ray didn't feel fear; it was as if he couldn't sense the threat to his life.

Instead, his blood rushed to his head, propelling him into a state of madness, as if he had lost his mind.

This was also the reason he was discharged from the military—he never obeyed orders.

Even when faced with opponents much stronger than himself, he always met them head on, as if consumed by madness.

Ray had thought he had suppressed this side of his personality in the peaceful society... but now it had resurfaced.

Despite his mad expression, there was still a sense of clarity in his mind—the clarity of battle and killing.

He swung the pan in front of him just as the undead charged at him.

Thong!

This time, the pan bent completely, and as a result, the undead's head twisted a hundred and eighty degrees as well.

"Are you dead?" Ray uttered, then paused. "I should have known."

The undead forcefully grabbed its own head and began twisting it in an almost unnatural manner to revert it to its previous position.

Naturally, Ray wouldn't give the undead such an opportunity, so he punched with his right hand.

The punch landed squarely on the back of the undead's head, sending it staggering backward.

"Finally, some damage," Ray remarked, looking down at his fist with an expression of pain.

It appeared that he had broken a bone in his finger.

"Monster," he muttered without even looking at the undead, and then he headed for the ground floor to see if he could find some weapons to kill the creature.

However, he was stunned in his tracks when he found the door was locked.

"There are people here?" When Ray had first checked the place and found the door wide open, he had assumed it was empty and didn't bother to investigate further.

"Hey, open the door."

"No, I won't open it kill that terrifying undead by yourself." he heard a female voice from inside.

"Just give me a damn weapon and I will be on my way."

"No."

"Damn it, I'll deal with you after I handle this monster." Ray shouted with bloodshot eyes.

Fortunately, he found an iron spiralling rod in the shoe rack, perfect for attacking.

"This will do," Ray said, hastily grabbing the rod and immediately attacking the undead.

The poor undead had just managed to fix its head back into place when the iron rod came aiming straight for its eyes.

The undead hurriedly shielded itself with its hand.

Ray was unhindered as his strength increased, and from his momentum, even more force was generated.

Pitchu!

"Got you," Ray smirked.

The rod directly penetrated the undead's head, going through the eye and coming out the other end, creating a bloody hole. However, he didn't let his guard down.

He pulled the rod back before slamming it into the other eye, making two bloody holes with extremely brutal sight to look at.

Ray pulled back the rod, and the undead fell to the ground with a pop.

"Hmm," he murmured, looking at the fallen undead. He stabbed it repeatedly with the rod until it became entirely unrecognisable.

Then he took a lighter out of his pocket and started to burn it down.

Only after the ashes were left did Ray heave a sigh of relief.

"Finally," he huffed with ragged breathing, falling to the ground on his knees.

This was like a death experience to him; if his strength and speed were even slightly behind, he would definitely suffer the fate of being eaten alive by the undead.

If his stats hadn't improved from spreading his genes, it would still have been a disaster.

"I need to find more girls to spread my genes. Of course, I am doing it for humanity," Ray coughed slightly.

Then he looked outside the gate where cannon fodder undead were biting at the iron gates.

The noise of the fighting has attracted even more undead.

"If this goes on, then these places would be inhospitable soon. We need to move out or clear the lane," Ray touched his chin.

His eyes inevitably went towards the locked door.

Whoever it was, they didn't open the door when he was in danger.

"If there is a man, I will kill him to pieces and feed him to the undead. If it is that girl…" a ferocious light flashed in Ray's eyes.

After recovering for a bit, he walked up to the door step by step and knocked on it lightly.

"Hello, is there anyone?"

There was no response; his brows twitched with fury.

"If you don't answer, then I will break the door for you," Ray said in a low whisper in a rough voice.

Sometimes having a lower voice does more magic than a high voice, as a response finally comes.

"What do you want?"

"Open the door," Ray knocked lightly.

"Did you kill the undead?"

"I will break it in then," he shrugged as he took back his arms while making a palm.

Bang!

The force was equally distributed, but the sheer strength was enough to push back the door.

As the door flung back, it seemed to have hit an "object" and was sent flying in another trajectory because of it.