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Translator: 8uhl
Chapter: 30
Chapter Title: Zombie Survival
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Zombie Survival.
The ambitious new game from Adventure Corp garnered a ton of attention.
"Haha, going from just AFKing in Iron Fist to this is kinda tough. Still, with all my experience, I'll give it a shot."
Even Elbow, who anyone familiar with Iron Fist would recognize, felt the same.
Sure, he'd taken the sponsorship, but as a gamer, he wasn't one to pass up a game that looked fun, sponsorship or not.
Of course, without the sponsorship, he wouldn't have recommended it or hyped it up.
"Let's go with the wooden club for a light start."
Unlike Comet, who polled his viewers, Elbow casually picked the wooden club and swung it hard at the three charging zombies.
Crack!
A direct hit.
He saw the HP bar above the zombie's head drop, but Elbow stared at it in disbelief.
"...It blocked it?"
Zombie Survival had headshot judgments.
Any attack that hit the head dealt triple damage.
So a 10-damage attack to the head would deal 30.
Elbow's swing had aimed for the head, but the zombie awkwardly raised its arm to protect it.
The headshot aimed attack hit the arm instead, triggering a regular judgment instead of headshot, so the zombie only took 8 damage.
"...Zombies seem to have around 30 HP, so one headshot plus one regular hit should do it. But if they block like that... gonna be hard to land headshots?"
Zombie HP was around 30.
20 less than the player, and without weapons, their damage output was way lower too.
Plus, true to their corpse nature, their attack speed was slow—while the player moved 2-3 times, a zombie barely managed once.
But the player was alone.
Crunch!
"Kraaagh!"
"...Ugh, when did that get here? It's slow, but not slow enough to let your guard down."
Meanwhile, three zombies at the start!
While he focused on one, another snuck up and bit him. Elbow grimaced at the sharp pain and checked his health.
"...47. Seems like 3 damage per attack?"
3 per hit.
Rough math said 16-17 hits to death.
But Elbow wasn't one to take it lying down.
"Hya!"
"...Kraaagh!"
He elbowed the biting zombie in the face for a headshot judgment, shoving it back, then swung the wooden club to smash the head of the first zombie he'd attacked.
Crack!
Already hit once and now taking a headshot, the zombie collapsed. Then the remaining two charged again.
Facing their assault, Elbow's face stiffened slightly before he charged right back.
Thud thud—bam!
Body slam.
Arms spread wide, he barreled into the zombies, smashing their torsos. But the zombies didn't miss their chance to grab his arms.
Crunch! Crunch!
"Ow... Don't these things feel pain? Oh, right, zombies."
Even as their torsos shattered in agony, Elbow looked at the biting zombies in disgust before slamming both to the ground.
Crash!
The two zombies tumbled pitifully across the floor.
Both with barely any HP left, they groaned "grrr—" as they tried to stand.
Crack! Crunch! Thwack!
Elbow dashed in like lightning, his wooden club pulverizing both skulls.
Of course, he got bitten once more in the process, but he'd successfully taken out all three.
[Level Up!]
"Level up from three zombies... The requirements aren't too harsh."
Bitten four times while killing three zombies, down 12 HP, Elbow sighed in relief as he checked his status—only to stiffen.
"...HP doesn't recover, huh. That's bad news."
Some games restored HP and stamina on level up, some didn't.
Zombie Survival clearly didn't.
But the real disaster wasn't that his HP stayed at 38 post-level-up.
"Grrraaah...."
"Graaa...."
"Graaah...."
"...This is insane."
In the time it took to kill three zombies and say one sentence, three more had respawned. That was the true nightmare.
Elbow grit his teeth, surviving desperately and luckily finding a potion to recover some HP. His first run record: 8 minutes 32 seconds.
Surrounded and torn apart by twelve zombies.
Naturally, he wasn't alone—Mint, Angel, Sand, and other Trica-sponsored streamers posted similar scores.
Of course—
"Hmm, the early game here is pretty easy."
That didn't apply to Comet.
* * *
"Graaagh!"
"Graaa!"
"Grraaagh!"
Three zombies.
Comet's start was no different from other streamers.
Moderately slow speed.
Fast enough not to get careless.
Numerical superiority of three.
Plus their grotesque appearance as a bonus.
But unfortunately for the zombies, standing before them was Comet.
All Master Comet.
Crack!
"Oh, they block attacks too."
It started with Comet swinging his pickaxe at the nearest zombie's head—only for it to get blocked by the arm.
Same as Elbow up to here, but his follow-up was different.
Crack!
"Legs are hard to dodge."
Unfazed, he smashed the zombie's leg with the pickaxe gripped in both hands.
As the now-immobile zombie sprawled on the ground, its buddies charged.
"Graaagh!"
"Kraaagh!"
Rotting faces gaping wide as they lunged.
Like a scene from a horror flick, but Comet charged right back, offering his forearm.
Crunch!
"...?"
He let the right zombie bite his forearm—its head tilting in confusion as the arm slid into its mouth.
Thwack!
The right zombie's world flipped.
Comet kicked its leg, spinning it half a turn through the air to crash on the ground. In that time, he'd already smashed the left zombie—the last one's—leg with the pickaxe.
Crack!
"Phew, got bit once."
Wiping his forehead with the back of his hand like he was sweating, Comet spoke refreshingly. Viewers couldn't believe what they'd just seen.
-...Wtf, what was that?
-Blocked first zombie attack, smashes leg, then goes to other two, lets one bite to buy time, kicks second's leg to trip it, smashes last's leg with pickaxe.
-...How long did all that take?
-5 seconds? 10?
-And he didn't get bit. He fed it to it. Strategic.
-...God tier.
All three zombies were still "alive," but no one pointed it out.
Legs—the core of mobility—smashed.
They had one option left.
"Grrraa...."
"Grr...."
"Graaa...."
Three zombies crawling forward, clawing the ground.
Comet kindly appeared before them.
"Bye now."
Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!
Three headshots.
Already hit once or twice, one more headshot judgment and they dropped dead.
[Level Up!]
"Level ups come quick."
Leveling up in a flash, Comet casually checked his status.
[Comet]
Level: 2
HP: 47 Energy: 50
Weapon: Pickaxe
Strength: [5] Vitality: [5] Agility: [5] Intelligence: [5] Energy: [5]
Remaining Stats: [5]
"All into Strength."
Dumping all level-up stats into Strength made his current Strength 10.
Basic attack power of 10.
Plus the pickaxe—top starter weapon for attack—bumped it to a whopping 15!
"Crit on body shot should one-shot now."
-...Poor zombies ㅠㅠ
-Don't know what it is but poor zombies ㅠㅠ
Zombie Survival's crit effect: certain chance on strong attacks for double damage.
Unlike headshots, it relied on luck, so not reliable, but the possibility had Comet fans praying for the zombies he'd face.
"Grrraaah...."
"Graaa...."
"Kraaagh!"
"Respawned, huh."
Unlike Elbow, Comet confirmed the respawn with plenty of time and lightly kicked off toward the trio.
* * *
Whoosh—thwack!
Kicking the charging zombie's torso with his shoe sole to shove it back, Comet positioned himself like a baseball player, twisting his body like a spring to swing the pickaxe.
Crack-crack!
"Crit."
Full-power swing procced crit for double damage, one-shotting a zombie.
One was staggering up clawing the ground, the last just reaching him.
Thwack!
Like the second zombie earlier, Comet kicked the incoming one's leg to topple it, then smashed its leg with the pickaxe and crushed the third's head as it fell.
"Grrraa...."
"Oh, you too. Yeah, bye."
Crack!
He didn't forget the first one's head either.
Faster than the first encounter.
Viewers couldn't hide their disbelief.
-Compared to... Elbow got bit twice more on his second...
-Still only bit once here...
-Speed of kills is insane to begin with?
-Fr, by time other streamers finish first zombie pack, he's done the second.
Insane speed.
Flawless—no attacks taken.
Comet's perfect fusion made him overwhelmingly dominant, almost rude to compare to others.
But despite viewer hype, Comet smacked his lips regretfully.
"No level up this time."
-Level up here and third pack dies in 1 sec ㅠㅠ
-Zombies have rights too!
He hadn't leveled from this pack, disappointingly.
But it made sense.
If he'd leveled again and dumped into Strength, zombies would be pitiful.
Killing the third pack, Comet saw the awaited message.
[Level Up!]
"Ah, finally leveled."
Grinning like he'd waited for this exact moment, Comet looked handsome as always—but viewers ignored it.
-Finally (20 secs after last level)
-Lol kills 9 zombies casually in 42 secs and says "finally leveled" lol
Just backlash for Comet finishing what others couldn't—killing packs, second level—long ago.
"All into Strength."
-Oof... zombies goner!
-Real men pump STR!
-Lv2 full STR... current STR 15?
-Pickaxe makes attack 20.
-Lmao zombie HP 30, normal hit chunks 20?
But his all-Strength choice just sparked more zombie pity.
Roughly 20 damage.
Even fists did 15. A freakish monster right here.
The commotion didn't last.
"Kraaaagh!"
"...Hm, this one's different."
At the one-minute mark, a roar unlike basic zombies.
Comet fans lit up.
-Enhanced zombie!
-Yes! Go zombie!
Enhanced zombie.
Not boss or named, but stronger than basics.
Same rot, but muscled up, and AI upgraded too.
Hardware and software both leveled up.
Viewers hoped it'd slow Comet's rampage—then a message popped.
[Pickaxe has evolved into Heavy Pickaxe.]
[Kill 3 Enhanced Zombies to evolve weapon.]
"Level up and weapon growth. Attack up 3 from growth."
-...Oh.
-F in chat
Weapon growth.
The late guest drew sighs from viewers.
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