Random Tasks

"Ding! Triggering random mission..."

"Generating mission..."

"Ding! Random mission issued: Efficient Infection!"

"Mission Brief: In the building ahead, there are over a hundred survivors, a massive temptation for you. Go and infect more humans, acquire more evolutionary points, and become a stronger zombie!"

"Difficulty: Unknown!"

"Mission Time: Unlimited!"

"Mission Rewards: Tiered rewards, with three tiers!"

"Infect fifty percent of survivors, third-tier reward!"

"Infect eighty percent of survivors, second-tier reward!"

"Infect one hundred percent of survivors, first-tier reward!"

Shaun was suddenly taken aback; he hadn't expected not only to obtain a large number of evolutionary points but also to receive random mission assignments.

The system was indeed quite user-friendly!

Inside the activity center, there were numerous seats placed, and there was a stage up ahead. Students used to hold various activities in this place. However, the activity center was now devoid of its former cheerfulness. A group of students with dirty and weak appearances squatted everywhere. Each person's face was filled with a lifeless look, lacking the vitality they used to have.

"Everyone, we don't need to be this desperate!"

A middle-aged man with a big belly stood on the stage. His name was Spike, the dean of the college. Unlike other students, he looked neat and tidy, even wearing a suit and tie.

"As the dean of the college, I will lead all of you out alive!"

The middle-aged man enjoyed being on stage, his face radiating dignity and righteousness.

"Believe that the military will suppress this mutation soon. At that time, as the city's only university, we will undoubtedly be the first rescue target!"

"Believe that the government won't abandon all of you talented elites!"

"We need to have hope! Strive to survive! In the future, all of you will truly become elites! The world still needs you to save it!"

The middle-aged man was full of righteousness, passionately delivering his speech, but the response was meager.

"Yes, everyone, let's not let the dean down! We need to believe in his leadership!"

"Right?"

A bespectacled and refined-looking student attempted to elicit a response from the crowd. As the student council president, he had naturally attached himself to the dean's side.

In fact, his approach had proved to be effective. Apart from the two female students, he was the only one who didn't need to venture out for food. Each time he went out, he walked a tightrope on the edge of a cliff, almost risking his life.

Especially now, the supermarket in the East Dining Hall had been almost emptied. If they wanted to continue finding food, they could only go to the supermarkets in other dining halls.

What was usually a short distance was now fraught with danger. A slight oversight could attract numerous zombies.

The outcome was too gruesome to bear!

Despite his efforts, the students remained lifeless, unmoved. If it were in the past, they might have responded with enthusiasm.

But now, when they couldn't even fill their stomachs, where was the room for passion?

The middle-aged man felt somewhat awkward. He cleared his throat, preparing to continue boosting morale.

They were about to send people out to search for food again. If they didn't motivate them, how could they be willing to go?

Just as he was about to speak, a series of knocking sounds suddenly echoed.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Spike's expression froze, followed by a perplexed look.

The others were also jolted.

Since the outbreak of the apocalypse, they had never heard knocking from outsiders. Today, no students had gone out to find food, so it could only be other humans.

As for zombies, no one had considered that possibility.

Which zombie would knock on the door? And with such politeness?

"Heard the knocking sound, a tinge of excitement appeared on the middle-aged man's face.

Whether someone was coming to rescue them or other survivors were fleeing here, it was all beneficial to him.

At least he might have someone to do the dangerous tasks for him.

Although Spike's figure trembled, he still tried to appear dignified.

He gave a subtle nod to the student council president, who immediately understood.

The genteel student hastened to the door. Looking through a small piece of glass on the door, he peered outside.

But he instantly froze, his expression solidifying as he stared blankly outward.

There was a person outside the door, wearing sunglasses to cover their eyes. What was even more bizarre was that they had a black plastic bag over their mouth and carried a frying pan with a pink curtain draped over them.

Eric was taken aback; the person's appearance shattered his preconceptions. Even in times of peace, he had never seen anything like this.

He hadn't expected that with the arrival of the apocalypse, all sorts of weird and unconventional things would appear.

What made him twitch at the corner of his mouth was that the person even raised their palm to their head!

Who was this person?!

"What's going on? What's the situation?"

Seeing no immediate response, the middle-aged man became puzzled.

Eric snapped back to reality, still sporting an odd expression in his eyes. He shook his head and turned to say,

"Dean, it seems like a lunatic has escaped!"

Shaun's hands stiffened suddenly, feeling a touch of embarrassment.

What did he mean by 'lunatic'?

He had even made a heart gesture to make them feel closer, and he was being regarded as a lunatic?

"Activate protagonist aura!"

"Mortal, prepare to receive the divine light baptism from me!"

"Ding! Activation failed!"

...

"A lunatic? Then don't open the door!"

The middle-aged man came to the door and saw Shaun outside. The strange attire similarly had him taken aback.

After recovering from his surprise, he decisively refused.

Letting a lunatic in would not only endanger everyone but also be impossible to command. Letting him in would only bring about disaster!

Shaun felt somewhat hurt, and his legs bent slightly.

He made a heart gesture once more!

But they all looked disappointed and left the door. Who could have expected that the apocalypse would allow lunatics to roam freely?

Damn it!

In Shaun's heart, he felt as if ten thousand mythical creatures were roaring past. What in the world was going on?

"I need to change my outfit; these people might find my dazzling brilliance hard to accept!"

Shaun began to reflect on himself and finally reached a conclusion: the humans inside had a rather pedestrian taste!

"Clothing store, clothing store..."

Shaun silently chanted in his mind, preparing to change his appearance.

Mortal! Get ready to welcome my new image!

As he was leaving, while everyone was far from the door and not looking outside,

He "kindly" stacked ten zombies in front of the door.

Using the two trees by the entrance, he even found a rope and tied the ten zombies in place.

Looking at his elaborate masterpiece, Shaun let out a triumphant howl.

This should keep anyone from coming out!

As a zombie king, he naturally deserved the highest reward.

If, when he left, someone went out to find food and got infected, who was he supposed to reason with?

He turned his head slightly and looked at the pink curtain behind him; it seemed even more vibrant. Satisfaction surged within him.

Under the crimson light of the Blood Sun, Shaun straightened his posture and walked away.

Is this what it means to be in the spotlight?"