It's Over 

Leaving the store, Wu Hen's backpack contained heavy bags of money.

If not for the impending apocalypse...

Wu Hen could have gone to a gold shop, exchanged gold and silver, and taken the money with him to another world to spend right away.

Not to mention that being rich, it would not be too difficult to buy several otherworldly maidservants.

Someone at the tavern had mentioned the druid profession. 

Druids could transform into various forms to satisfy their companion.

Unfortunately, ah, now it was too late to say anything.

The store did not sell gold jewelry.

It wasn't that the store didn't accept gold, but that it was afraid of getting into trouble.

There was enough exchange money, and indeed, taking out gold jewelry would only attract special attention.

Without power in the eyes of others you are a fat sheep.

What to do next, it remained only to upgrade and accumulate troops.

On the way to the forge.

In Blackstone City there were no restrictions on weapons, but swords in scabbards and bared bows could not be carried in the city.

- Hello, what do you need? - the owner of the arms shop greeted.

- Do you have a smaller shield?

- Right over here.

The owner took down a small silver round shield and placed it on the counter.

Wu Hen picked it up and tried it, it wasn't too light but it wasn't heavy either, but if he used it for a long time or in intense combat, it would become cumbersome to him. 

- Is there a lighter one?

The owner looked at him and took out another shield from under the table: - For children's training, the surface is iron, and the inside is processed hardwood. 

It was iron on the outside and dark wood on the inside.

Picking it up, he tried the weight. 

This was not bad, and since the zombie attack method was to grab, take away, and tear, this was basically enough.

When the attributes are a little higher, you can try a heavier shield.

- That's it!

- 75 coppers.

This price was not small, iron wrapped around a layer of wood cost this much...

But in this arms shop it really was the cheapest.

Putting 75 coppers on the counter, he took the shield and left the store.

Along the way, at the protection shop, he bought another set of leather armor.

He did not buy protective gear for the skeleton warriors. 

First, the number of skeletons would grow, and if they all wore such gear, it would be beyond his means in the current situation. 

The second point was to stay in the shadows as long as possible.

The attitude towards necromancers here could not be friendly, and it was good to attract as little attention as possible.

As long as he was alive and had the Bronze Key, there would be no problem supplying soldiers and levels.

After buying protection, his gaze fell on a human-sized wooden rack in the corner as he was leaving. 

Protective gear was on display.

The one in front of him was slightly worn and clearly liquidated.

- Boss, is this wooden rack out of order? - Wu Hen asked.

The man looked up and said: - Replaced, 2 copper coins if needed.

Initially, he wanted to say he would help throw it away and take it. 

But the interlocutor clearly saw his intentions and quoted directly.

Wu Hen didn't say anything, took out 2 copper coins, and holding the humanoid wooden frame in his hands, immediately left.

Such a thing wasn't worth that much, its feature was that it was an isometric humanoid, and one could distinguish the position of the head and body.

After dining on the street, Wu Hen returned home.

He did not return to the modern world, but stayed in this one. 

The post-apocalyptic environment was no longer habitable.

At least here one didn't need to breathe stale air.

Standing in a not very spacious room.

Picking up the short spear and shield, he began to practice stabbing movements against the wooden humanoid target. 

Aiming for the head, he repeated the movements over and over.

He had not received proper training, but it wouldn't hurt to get acquainted.

...

The next day a simple breakfast was prepared. 

Wearing protective gear, he opened the door to the zombie world.

The smell of decay still lingered in the air, and from the window came the occasional hissing.

Putting aside the bronze key, he entered the living room. 

In the living room stood 17 skeleton warriors with kitchen knives. 

After preparing everything necessary, Wu Hen ordered: - Follow me.

The corridor had already been cleared of zombies, but the smell was still strong. 

Taking the skeletons with him, Wu Hen went downstairs and checked the door on the stairs, making sure it was tightly closed, he headed for the upper floors.

Going up to the top six floors, he saw an iron door leading to the roof. 

His idea was simple.

From the rooftop platform he headed to the corridor of the adjacent building, to continue clearing zombies and continue increasing the number of skeleton warriors.

Rushing headlong to confront the zombies wandering outside was clearly unrealistic and unwise. 

Climbing onto the roof of the building was the safest way.

Opening the iron door with the bronze key, he led the skeletons onto the roof of the building. 

On the roof floor lay a lot of various items, the most noticeable of which was an iron cage made of mesh. 

The iron cage was rusty. 

Previously, the community had coordinated the work of a private dovecote, but it seemed to be of little use: iron nets, iron bars and prepared cement still lay on the side, so they apparently wanted to continue expanding.

*Roar!*

Suddenly from the back side of the dovecote came the roar of a zombie. 

Three zombies, rounding the iron cage on both sides, rushed at Wu Hen.

There were still zombies on the roof?

This was just in time: the skeleton warrior was about to be upgraded. 

Looking at the attacking zombies, he ordered directly: - Attack!

*Crash!*

17 skeleton warriors, holding kitchen knives in their hands, rushed to attack, knocking down the three zombies. 

They fell like rain.

The rumbling sound of chopping meat echoed loudly across the roof of the building.

In the face of the siege of many skeleton warriors, the three zombies had no strength to resist, they, like live fish on a platter, tried to get up and were hacked again. 

Wu Hen stood behind and did not intend to intervene. 

He waited for the end of the battle to summon skeletons.

Behind, there was the sound of dragging earth. 

Looking back, he saw that another zombie was approaching that side, dragging its ankle. 

Noticing the glancing back Wu Hen, the zombie let out a growl and limped, speeding up.

- Damn it!

It was another zombie trying to sneak attack. 

He looked at the skeletons standing not far from him.

Making sure the skeletons would not make it in time, he decided to try to destroy the zombie standing in front of him.

Gripping the iron spear in his hand, he took small steps towards the zombie, mentally gauging the distance between them. 

When the difference was two meters, his left leg stepped forward and bent, and the iron spear in his hand stabbed diagonally upwards.

*Puff!*

The tip of the spear instantly pierced the zombie's clavicle, exiting the back.

[Deflected].

The spear was supposed to pierce the mouth, but the zombie's limp leg jerked, causing the iron spear to deflect. 

Although it also hit the target, that position did not cause fatal damage. 

The force with which the zombie rushed forward made Wu Hen take several steps back. 

The rotting body, following the spear shaft, continued to move forward, stretching out its dried up, grey hand and grasping at Wu Hen. 

The round shield was blocked in front of his body, and his legs shifted to the side to retrieve the spear, sweeping the leg bone in the process.

*Crack!* 

There was a sound of breaking bones, the second leg was broken.

The zombie's body lost balance and fell sideways. 

The set of movements was executed smoothly, and the effect was obvious. 

When the zombie, having lost balance, fell to the ground, Wu Hen stepped forward and, stepping on his back, began inflicting one blow after another with his iron spear. 

Each time he aimed at the back of the zombie's head, but it resisted fiercely and counterattacked, and it was not so easy to catch the target. 

In a fierce struggle, the zombie got up again, Wu Hen retreated back to ensure his safety, and the zombie began to circle. 

At this time, the battle on the side was already over. 

The three zombies had been turned into mincemeat under the onslaught of the skeleton warriors. 

There was no need to give orders. 

The skeleton warriors rushed in and surrounded the zombie pursuing Wu Hen in the center, and the propellers continued to fall. 

The zombies could not get their heads up.

Wu Hen stood aside, brandishing his iron spear. 

Zombies were strong and ferocious, not to mention the elderly, and even now most young people lacked physical training. 

Dealing with a zombie face to face was very difficult.

[Gained +10 experience]. 

[Skeleton Warrior experience +5].

The experience prompt appeared, and the last zombie was killed. 

Using the clothes left on the zombies, he wiped the blood off the iron spear and released the "Skeleton Service" technique one after the other. 

Four skeletons rose one after the other and joined the queue of skeleton warriors. 

Now there were 21 of them.

Wu Hen, leading the skeleton warriors, once again checked the roof area and made sure there were no zombies. 

Only after that did he approach the iron door leading to the second staircase. 

In front of the door lay a lot of stone bricks and various items that must have been piled up by some of the just killed zombies. 

It was unclear how they had time to turn into zombies when everyone fled to the roof of the building. 

After commanding the skeleton warriors, he carried away all this debris. 

The iron door opened, and there was still a strong smell of death inside. 

Bloodstains remained on the floor, but there was no figure of a zombie - it must have been downstairs.

Wu Hen quietly said: - Going down.

*Crash!* 

The skeleton warriors entered the building, and Wu Hen followed them. 

The only one who had climbed to the second level also followed them to secure himself.

This time the goal was clear: first check if the doors on the first floor were tightly closed, then search for items in the rooms.

*Tap-tap-tap!*

The skeleton's paws walked down the building corridor, echoing with dense steps. 

Although the sound was not loud, it was extraordinarily distinct in the empty, quiet corridor. 

*Roar!*

*Roar!*

Downstairs came the roar of zombies, followed by the sound of running. 

The steps were getting louder and louder, and now six zombies poked their heads out from around the corner. 

Seeing the group of skeletons descending the stairs, they simultaneously made a disgusting, excited hiss.

- Kill them... - Wu Hen ordered. 

*Crash!* 

A dozen or so skeletons walking in front received a powerful blow. 

The attacking zombies were knocked back and tumbled down the stairs to the next floor. 

*Tap-tap-tap!*

However, before these zombies were killed, several more ran up to them. 

There were more than ten. 

And steps could be heard from below.

Wu Hen's heart shrank.

It's over.

The door to the stairs was not closed.