Vikram, who had long noticed their little movements, didn't say much and stepped forward.
The steps were similar to before, all involving scanning him with that metal rod.
Logically speaking, after gaining his strength and after his Treehouse had been upgraded, no one in his territory had even the slightest risk of being zombified, and there were no toxins in their bodies.
However, the Survivor in charge of the test in front of him shook his head, feigning regret.
"Tsk, tsk, what a pity, young man. I see your physical condition is quite good, and your skin is well-maintained and delicate. I thought you would definitely pass the test."
Vikram sneered inwardly but displayed a look of dejection on his face.
"What do you mean? I'm perfectly fine, with no serious illness or disability. How can I not pass?"
"Alas, young man, it's not that we're talking nonsense, but while your body looks fine, in reality, you already have a lot of toxins inside."
