Chapter Forty-One: Is the Tide of Corpses Coming? Treasures in the Wild!

Old Master Zhang immediately raised his hand, and flames shot once more toward Wenwen.

However, even though Wenwen had achieved her golden rank through drugs and was not complete, even half of her power granted her a speed of 150 points.

The old man's flames could not hope to catch her.

In the next instant, with a crisp crack, the head of a silver-ranked warrior exploded—Wenwen had shattered it with a mere tap of her finger!

Wenwen’s targets were chosen at random; as long as she passed by someone, she would kill.

“Damn it! What kind of monster is this? Not even our clan chief can handle her!”

“Holy hell! She seems to be gold! Even silver isn’t this fast—what’s the point of fighting anymore?”

“Mama! I want to go home!”

With silver-rank warriors being slaughtered so casually, the bronze-ranked fighters were utterly terrified.

They had no personal vendetta—only family interests at stake. Now that death loomed, they turned and fled without hesitation.

In the blink of an eye, more than two hundred people scattered in disarray, a complete rout.

Wenwen merely smiled sweetly and continued weaving through the crowd.

Her pale little finger lifted again, piercing another head.

This, too, was a silver-ranked family warrior.

Now only two silver-ranked figures remained on the field: Old Master Zhang and a young man.

The two exchanged a glance, legs trembling.

“That speed… No wonder they managed to kill Fugui. This is a golden monster!”

Old Master Zhang half-knelt on the ground, despair filling his eyes.

Beside him, the young man from the Wang family also stared blankly ahead, like an ostrich awaiting death.

At that desperate moment, Old Master Zhang spotted Gu Lang.

That young man had been watching from above all along—was he the true leader?

Hope flickered in the old man’s eyes. He hurriedly pleaded with Gu Lang.

“Young master! We’re all humans here—why kill each other? It was all a misunderstanding before! The corpse tide is coming soon, we humans should unite!”

Corpse tide?

Gu Lang’s brows knitted, and the ice lance forming in his hand halted.

“Explain carefully—when is the corpse tide coming?”

Seeing Gu Lang pause, Old Master Zhang was overjoyed, seizing this lifeline.

“According to the three great families’ calculations, in this apocalyptic world, a corpse tide comes every six months, and a major corpse tide every year. Now, it’s been six months!”

“When the time comes, the corpse tide will hit all major cities. Unless survivors are in a safe zone, death is certain! There might even be golden zombies among the horde!”

The young man from the Wang family, fearing he’d be too late, quickly chimed in.

“That’s right! That’s why our three families usually fight in secret but never with real weapons—we have to work together against the corpse tide. Even so, we only barely manage. If we die, your chances against the tide will be slim!”

“Is that so... then perhaps I shouldn’t kill you.”

Gu Lang digested this news.

At these words, the two silver warriors were overjoyed.

They were saved!

But just as they relaxed, a small hand tapped both of their heads.

Her fingers slipped through their skulls as easily as piercing tofu.

Wenwen looked up, her eyes innocent as she gazed at Gu Lang.

“Brother Gu Lang? I can talk to you in my mind, right? Why did you want to kill them? Didn’t you say you could use them during the corpse tide?”

Gu Lang let out a cold laugh; he had given the order to kill.

“Because I don’t need them. Both families are my enemies—if I spare them, they’ll only seek revenge. Besides, they’re not the only survivors in this world, and I have no interest in silver rank.”

Gu Lang was decisive in his killing—he would root out all enemies.

A short while later, at the Zhao family stronghold.

Gu Lang lounged in a luxurious villa, wives massaging his shoulders and legs.

This trip to the military zone had yielded abundant spoils.

He had eliminated the strongest members of the three great families, effectively taking over their territory.

Now, he had already sent people to transport their supplies.

He opened his palm, revealing two green points of light.

“What a pity—so many Chosen humans, and only two dropped, and only attribute points at that. That makes thirty in total. Add forty accumulated from killing zombies, and thirty from missions—that’s exactly one hundred!”

Gu Lang narrowed his eyes, not in the best of moods.

He’d learned the corpse tide was imminent, and advancement to gold was proving difficult.

He no longer felt confident.

He urgently needed to grow stronger!

“It seems I still have to go out and hunt powerful zombies and Chosen ones.”

Having decided, Gu Lang assigned all his attribute points to strength—a full hundred.

[Name: Gu Lang]
[Rank: Silver (Novice)]
[Charisma: 100]
[Speed: 100]
[Strength: 200]
[Intellect: 10]

[Skills: Royal Authority, Savage Charge, Ice Lance, Blade and Sword Flash, Mass Buff, Firearms Mastery, Dread Healing, Telepathic Transmission]
[Remaining Points: 0]

“Master Gu Lang! Here are the resources from the other two families—all the details are recorded on this sheet!”

Old Master Zhao knelt respectfully before him.

Gu Lang glanced over it—the three great families were indeed wealthy, with vast reserves.

There were nearly tons of rice, flour, grain, oil, and fresh water—enough for two or three years.

There were also guns, bullets, and grenades in abundance—enough to arm his wives to the teeth.

But Gu Lang was unimpressed.

After witnessing the power of gold, ordinary guns and grenades were little more than toys.

He nodded coolly.

“There are still some blood relations left from the other two families. Kill everyone with the surnames Wang and Zhang. Ordinary survivors can be spared and accepted here.”

Knowing the corpse tide was coming, Gu Lang couldn’t afford to wander outside anymore.

For now, he could only develop his safe zone.

“As you command!”

Old Master Zhao hurriedly withdrew.

Li Muwan stepped forward, her face troubled.

“Master Gu Lang, if what Old Master Zhang said is true, then this half-year period ends in just a week. Without the other two families to split the threat, can we really hold out?”

Gu Lang frowned; in truth, he didn’t know.

“We’ve never experienced a corpse tide, so we don’t know the details. All we can do is take things one step at a time. For now, our only option is to strengthen ourselves.”

“Once we’re rested, we’ll go out to hunt silver zombies and capture them, and kill some survivors to see if we can get more attribute points. By the way, how are your attribute scores looking?”

The wives all brought up their status screens.

Gu Lang checked—quite satisfactory.

All had more than fifty points in every attribute.

The strongest were Wenwen and the Zombie Queen, both over 150.

This was thanks to Gu Lang’s ability to copy attribute points.

Whenever he gained points, he would duplicate them for his wives without loss.

With so many wives, the overall improvement was transformative.

Just then, Old Master Zhao, who had only just left, came running back, his face anxious.

“Master Gu Lang, we’ve just received word—a golden treasure chest has been discovered in the central supermarket of Dawn City! There’s bound to be a strengthening item inside!”