It'll Be Hard to Tell Soon!

"Ha ha, since there are no mutant zombies, I won't hold back." As long as there were no mutant zombies, he was invincible. With so many zombies, it would be almost disrespectful to his Fusion System not to harvest them.

"Eva, you're in charge of protecting me." Then, he quickly fused zombies of matching levels to save space. After fusing, Maxwell had six zombies: male zombies of Levels 5, 6, 7, and 8 each, and female zombies of Levels 5 and 6 each.

He found a tree stump to stand on, and in front of him, his six zombies were ready for battle. Finally, the horde arrived. The zombies in front, upon seeing Maxwell, screamed and charged at him. One of Maxwell's zombies easily took it down with a kick, and Maxwell quickly collected it into the Fusion space.

Soon, the second and third zombies arrived. However, these low-level zombies stood no chance against Maxwell's formidable high-level zombies. They were quickly subdued and collected into the Fusion space.

Maxwell only needed to perform two actions. First, collect the zombies into the Fusion space. Second, fuse the zombies of the same level and gender. It looked easy, but as more zombies arrived, Maxwell found it increasingly difficult to keep up.

"This damn thing turned into a game of speed!" Maxwell's fingers kept swiping on the screen. "I'm running out of slots!" With zombies divided by gender and levels diverging, the slots were being rapidly filled. The 12 slots were almost completely occupied.

"Ding, congratulations, you have been upgraded to a Level 3 space, added three slots, and earned an upgrade treasure box." Just in time, the Fusion space upgraded, providing Maxwell with three additional slots to alleviate his urgent need.

But more and more zombies kept coming; initially, he could handle one at a time, then a group at a time. As their numbers increased, Maxwell's Fusion speed couldn't keep up with their onslaught, and gradually, the area became surrounded. If it weren't for a few zombies blocking the front, Maxwell would have been overwhelmed long ago.

Even so, their survival space was continuously being squeezed, and the space left for Maxwell was getting smaller and smaller. Suddenly, a zombie leapt down from a rock, biting him on the shoulder. Eva reacted quickly, her small hands grabbed the zombie's neck, giving it a twist and ending its life.

"Damn, they can climb up too?"

Instantly, Maxwell's eyes lit up. Ignoring the wound on his shoulder, he quickly climbed up the large rock.

"Throw them all up here, Eva, take out any zombies that climb up."

Then his zombies started tossing subdued zombies up onto the large rock continuously. His zombies, being at least Level 5, had no problem throwing others due to their immense strength. Maxwell kept fusing zombies non-stop on that rock.

Eva stood motionless beside him, taking down any zombies that climbed up from behind the rock and then throwing them to Maxwell. Each time, Maxwell would compliment her:

"Eva, well done."

Not caring whether she understood or not.

Soon, the system added a new Level 8 male zombie. A while later, a Level 6 female zombie appeared.

"Eva, you go in first."

Then he swiftly swiped his finger, moving the Level 6 female zombie into Eva's slot. The number above Eva's head changed to 7. Then he let Eva out to continue fusing.

"I can't keep up, my fingers are numb!"

After shaking his hand, Maxwell switched to using the other hand.

A few minutes later, the number of zombies around the large rock continued to increase, and the levels of the zombies also began to rise. Level 3 and 4 zombies appeared intermittently, and occasionally, Level 5 and 6 zombies showed up. 

He retracted the two Level 8 male zombies back into the space, fused them into a Level 9, and then released them again. He then pulled the Level 5 and 6 zombies from below back into the space, fused them with newly fused Level 5 and 6 zombies in the space, and threw them back down. In the blink of an eye, there were four zombies under the large rock: three males at Levels 6, 7, and 9, and one female at Level 6.

Three minutes later, Maxwell retrieved the Level 6 female zombie, fused her with another newly fused Level 6 female zombie to create a Level 7 female zombie, and then fused her with Eva, bringing Eva to Level 8.

"Boom!"

Suddenly, a loud explosion came from the direction of the town. Maxwell looked up to see the town ablaze, with flames soaring sky-high. Could this be a fire set by the Evolvers?

The battle was intense enough, and Maxwell figured that the fight between the Evolvers and zombies in the town would soon come to an end.

"We can't stay here any longer! We've been here long enough! In this post-apocalyptic world, nine out of ten dead are due to greed! Greed is the original sin!"

Seeing this, Maxwell's gaze sharpened, and he quickly made up his mind. Leave this place!

"Eva, keep up!" Maxwell said softly to the little girl.

He then ordered the two Level 6 and the Level 9 male zombies to clear the path ahead and directed the Level 7 male zombie to cover the rear while he and Eva walked in the middle.

Thus, they heightened their alertness and began to break out of the encirclement.

The Level 9 zombie was truly impressive; its strength was merely the most basic of its attributes. Maxwell watched from behind as this Level 9 male zombie bowled through the zombies blocking their path, while the Level 6 followed closely behind, taking care of any stragglers. The coordination between the two zombies was remarkably seamless.

Maxwell signaled for Eva to follow behind and ran in the direction away from the town. Just as Maxwell had broken through with the protection of the three zombies, he saw a person sprinting out of the town at high speed, with two zombies chasing closely behind. These two zombies were exceptionally fast, clearly mutant zombies!

Maxwell couldn't help feeling fortunate that his decision to flee the town had been the right one. It was clear to any observer that in this battle between Evolvers and mutant zombies, the Evolvers had failed!

Now, while the mutant zombies were significantly weakened, if they managed to free up, Maxwell wouldn't have a chance to escape later.

"Damn! Why are they chasing me?"

Maxwell hadn't had long to feel relieved when he saw one of the two mutant zombies following the man suddenly change direction and sprint towards him.

He couldn't afford to delay, quickly storing his own zombies back into the space, leaving only the Level 9 zombie outside. He then commanded the Level 9 zombie to carry him and shouted, "Run!"

The Level 9 zombie, carrying Maxwell, maximized its speed and ran swiftly into the distance. Naturally, it was much faster than Maxwell could have been on his own.

Being carried by the Level 8 zombie, Maxwell had a moment to look back and saw that the zombie chasing them wasn't much faster than them, which allowed him to breathe a sigh of relief!