Chapter 3: Hunting in the Old City
After a restful night’s sleep, Xia Tong was filled with anticipation for the journey ahead.
In her previous life at the Mo City Base, enhancing her abilities relied either on intense meditation and training or on using the purified energy fluid uniformly distributed by the base.
That energy fluid was made from crystals found inside zombies or alien monsters.
Though of pure quality, the supply was limited and costly. For a healer like her, who leaned toward logistics, the official allocation was not generous; most of the distribution went to energy replenishment fluids.
She still remembered how some combat-oriented psychics at the academy would glance at healers like them with a subtle hint of disdain.
“Healers? Hah, they just stay behind and top up the health—what use are they?”
“Exactly. When a tough mutant shows up, they can’t even run, so they have to depend on us.”
Those grating remarks seemed to echo still.
Indeed, healers appeared important within the base, but in truth, they were more like auxiliaries dependent on combat personnel. Without strong self-defense, how long could respect truly last?
Yet, after witnessing the miraculous power of the button last night...
A faint, cold gleam flickered in Xia Tong’s eyes.
“Everything is different now...” She flicked her tail, casting those unpleasant memories aside.
Rising, she walked to the window and gazed out at the ruined city bathed in morning light.
The gray mist had dissipated considerably, revealing the outlines of shattered buildings and overgrown streets. The air was thick with dust and decay, punctuated occasionally by distant low growls of zombies—deformed creatures roaming the wasteland.
“To upgrade, I’ll need more energy cores,” Xia Tong’s goal was clear.
She was no longer the water-element healer who had never stepped beyond the base’s gates. She was now a mutated black cat with water powers and a mysterious “Source Core” button.
For ordinary people living behind high walls, this wasteland might be a dead end, but for her, it was a land of new opportunities.
She would grow strong—strong enough to survive freely in this wasteland, no longer bound or belittled by anyone.
Resolved, Xia Tong lightly leapt down from the windowsill, her four paws landing silently. Sunlight filtered through the broken walls, barely dispelling the shadows.
...
This was an old city from a bygone era, worn down to ruins by creeping vines, greenery, and hordes of zombie mutants.
In the end, even its name was lost to time.
Xia Tong moved like a true hunter through the mist-shrouded ruins, searching everywhere for potential prey.
“Hoo...” Suddenly, as she passed a broken street, a familiar roar came from around the corner. Xia Tong’s eyes narrowed; she silently crept forward, using corners and debris as cover, quickly locking onto the target.
It was a decaying zombie, similar to the one encountered last night, dressed in tattered clothes, aimlessly wandering the street. Its movements were slow and stiff, oblivious to its surroundings.
“Another ‘experience baby,’” Xia Tong thought with quiet delight.
She did not rush forward but patiently observed. Though such low-level zombies posed little threat, caution was never misplaced. In the wasteland, even the slightest carelessness could prove fatal.
After confirming no other dangers lurked nearby, Xia Tong sprang into action.
Her figure streaked like a black lightning bolt, silently darting from cover. At the same time, a stream of water gathered at her tail tip, a faint blue aura glowing once again.
The zombie seemed to sense something and sluggishly turned around. But what awaited it was a swift, merciless whip strike!
“Bang!”
A muffled crash echoed through the silent alley, the familiar parabolic arc playing out again. The zombie’s head soared through the air, tumbling to the side. The headless body twitched a few times before collapsing, lifeless.
The entire process was swift and decisive, without a hint of hesitation.
Xia Tong landed gracefully, flicked her tail, and the pale blue glow faded. She walked lightly to the rolling head and repeated her trick.
Water tendrils probed precisely, retrieving the gray core hidden within the filthy brain matter. Compared to last night’s core, this one was slightly brighter but still the lowest-grade gray crystal.
“Is the drop rate always this high?”
With a shift in thought, Xia Tong moved to a secluded corner of the ruins to absorb the core.
Looks like I’ll need a bag—being all ‘pawless’ is a bit inconvenient... she silently grumbled, settling into a comfortable position to absorb it.
[Absorbed low-level energy core, water-element psychic experience +5]
[Current experience: 9/10]
She felt the subtle growth of energy within her, her mood lifting as well. “Hmm, just a little more.”
To reach first tier, two-star rank, she needed one more experience point. In other words, she had to take down at least one more zombie—if luck was on her side.
“Time to expand the search area.” Xia Tong lifted her head, gazing deeper into the city ruins. The densely clustered high-rises might conceal more prey, but also greater dangers.
For her now, risk and opportunity often came hand in hand. She licked her lips, a spark of excitement and anticipation shining in her glassy cat eyes.
At that moment, she sensed a faint, unusual trembling from the ground.
“What’s going on?”
Her ears twitched sharply, her glassy eyes narrowing.
Though subtle, the tremor was distinct in the stillness of the ruins. It wasn’t the shuffle of ordinary zombies but resembled the movement of larger creatures or a sizable group.
She immediately focused, hiding tightly in the shadows, quietly observing the strange sounds and motions.
Suddenly, a breeze passed by, carrying an indescribably foul stench of rot in the air.
“Is that... the smell of zombies?”
Xia Tong murmured, her suspicion confirmed and her vigilance heightened. There must be large zombies or multiple ones nearby.
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