"And why… why did I gain his memories after killing him? Is it because this is a dream?"
Lu Sheng was filled with doubt.
Unfortunately, no one could give him an answer. He would have to find it on his own.
Clearing his thoughts, Lu Sheng began walking across the wasteland.
Soon, a few more wandering zombies appeared in front of him.
These zombies wore filthy, tattered overalls. One of them even had a yellow hard hat on. Compared to the earlier jumpsuit zombie, they looked a lot less threatening.
This time, Lu Sheng didn't hesitate and rushed straight toward the one wearing the yellow hard hat.
Crack!
With a quick lunge and a twist, Lu Sheng snapped the zombie's neck cleanly.
He stared at the severed head that rolled to his feet like a deflated leather ball, stunned.
Looking at his own hands, he could hardly believe it.
"When… did I get this strong?"
Lu Sheng recalled the sequence of moves he'd just performed.
They felt like instincts—actions he had executed countless times in live combat, flowing out of him subconsciously.
That kind of precision and cold efficiency was something he had never dared to dream of before.
"Could it be... because I absorbed the memories of that jumpsuit zombie...?"
Lu Sheng analyzed calmly.
That zombie had once been a soldier at something called Base 1359. Although not particularly strong, he had been through many battles and had rich combat experience.
By absorbing his memories, Lu Sheng had also inherited some of his combat skills.
"Absolutely insane..."
Lu Sheng couldn't help but marvel. "I just effortlessly gained a lifetime of experience. If only this weren't a dream..."
But because it was a dream, no matter how bizarre or extraordinary things got, it all felt strangely normal.
Come to think of it, it was weird—Lu Sheng knew he was dreaming, yet he couldn't wake up.
Just then, the zombie he had just killed began to disintegrate like the last one. From the body rose a wisp of black smoke that drilled into Lu Sheng's chest.
Lu Sheng quickly focused on absorbing the memories.
This time, the memory left him a bit disappointed.
The hard-hat zombie had just been an ordinary pipeline maintenance worker. There was little of interest in his memories—almost nothing useful.
The only valuable bit was that, according to the memory, both he and the previous zombie had likely come from the same place—Base 1359.
"Looks like I need to find this Base 1359. Maybe there... I can uncover the truth behind this dream."
Lu Sheng told himself.
He had completely started treating the dream like a mystery-solving and leveling-up game.
Hunting zombies in the wasteland gave him "experience points" and clues for what to do next.
As for what the clues led to, he didn't know—and didn't really care.
He just wanted to kill time, to make this nightmare more interesting and less torturous.
"If I want to level up faster, I should focus on hunting the combat-type zombies. Their memories are more useful to me…
And to tell combatants apart from non-combatants… just look at their clothing."
With his thoughts sorted out, Lu Sheng picked up the pace and began carefully selecting his targets.
After running for a while, he encountered another combat-type zombie wearing a Victory Squad–style jumpsuit, just like the first one he had fought.
Since he didn't care about injury or death, Lu Sheng charged forward without hesitation.
This zombie looked slightly more advanced than the first—it even had a weapon in hand.
A rusted metal rod over a meter long, its tip jagged and broken. It was hard to tell what kind of weapon it had originally been.
"Graaaaah—!"
Upon seeing Lu Sheng, the zombie let out a harsh, grating snarl, then slowly raised the iron rod and swung it toward him.
Lu Sheng ducked low, nimbly avoiding the blow, and slipped in close, slamming a powerful elbow into the zombie's throat.
Crack!
A crisp snap rang out.
The zombie's neck twisted at a grotesque angle. Lu Sheng followed up with a punch that sent it crashing to the ground, then grabbed the iron rod and struck its head to finish it off.
Once. Twice...
When the zombie's body began to weather away, the fight was over.
Another wisp of black smoke entered Lu Sheng's body.
"Base... fallen... last stand... doomsday... ember..."
Lu Sheng slowly opened his eyes.
This time, the memory gave him a wealth of experience in polearm weapons—but the rest was a mess.
He suspected this one had already gone mad before it died.
The visions he had seen were filled with grotesque Abyssal Beasts, and the whole memory reeked of despair and suffocation.
"Let's keep going..."
Lu Sheng steadied his mind, gripped the weapon he had just acquired—a half-broken spear, to be more precise—and prepared to continue his exploration.
But just then, a dull thudding sound rang in his ears.
Bang bang bang—bang bang bang—
With each thud, the world around him became unstable and distorted...
A loud banging at the door jolted Lu Sheng awake.
He forced his eyes open and slowly sat up from the yoga mat.
Then, a clear and cold female voice came from outside the door:
"Dinner's ready! Are you planning to rot in there forever?"
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