The information contained in this series of prompts is quite substantial.
First, let's talk about semi-dataization. This is an auxiliary combat ability granted by the Order Paradise to Mu Bei when he first became a Contractor.
In fact, it's not just Mu Bei; everyone who becomes a Contractor is granted semi-dataization.
Looking at it now, this is not only an auxiliary combat ability, but could it also be a kind of shackles?
Next, let's discuss the judgment priority of the Heaven Forsaker talent's Effect 2. Although the Heaven Forsaker's Effect 2 doesn't explicitly state its priority is the highest, like Talent Effect 1, it now seems to be quite high.
But in fact, it's more than just high.
Looking back at the history of the Paradise, there are billions of Contractors, but the situation where one can continue adding points while ignoring the Tier 1 attribute barrier, like Mu Bei, is rare. While not non-existent, similar cases can be counted on two hands.
Finally, there is the attribute suppression from the World's general consciousness. When the strength of a living being is too high, it will be suppressed or even expelled by the World it is in.
Currently, Mu Bei's Agility attribute has touched the ceiling of the Doomsday Frenzy World, so being suppressed is considered normal.
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The high-intensity battle has lasted for nearly half an hour. The number of Zombies Mu Bei has killed has reached around 2000, yet he doesn't feel the slightest bit of fatigue after killing such a large number of Zombies.
This is not only because of Mu Bei's extremely high Constitution attribute, but also because of a side effect produced after adding points to the Constitution attribute.
This side effect is - Stamina Recovery.
Without this side effect, assuming the combat intensity remained the same, Mu Bei estimated that in another 3 hours he wouldn't be able to swing the bone club in his hand.
But reality has no 'ifs'. Relying on the side effect of adding points to the Constitution attribute, Mu Bei could kill Zombies until dawn!
At this time, Mu Bei's exposed skin and the clothes he was wearing were unrecognizable from their original appearance.
They were covered in various body tissues, torn muscles, internal organ fragments, shattered bones, and the largest area was covered in dark red bloodstains.
Due to the wide, sweeping movements when swinging the bone club, the body tissues and coagulated blood clots stuck to Mu Bei constantly fell off and dropped onto the ground, but new tissues and blood immediately filled in.
Suddenly, he felt something was wrong.
The impact felt when swinging the large bone club was off; the resistance was significantly reduced.
Looking around, he saw that the streets were piled high with Zombie corpses, blood and dismembered limbs were scattered everywhere, and the air was filled with the pungent smell of blood and the aura of death.
These extremely nauseating sights were neither important nor affecting Mu Bei. What was important was that he noticed a significant decrease in the density of the Zombie horde.
No wonder he could hit 3 or 4 Zombies with one attack before, but now he can only hit 1 or 2 Zombies with one attack.
This is not difficult to understand. Although there were many Zombies on the streets near Mu Bei, they were not infinite. After Mu Bei killed 2000 of them, the density of the horde would naturally decrease.
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Another half an hour passed. Mu Bei stood on top of the mountain of Zombie corpses. His aura was not disordered in the slightest due to the continuous intense battles; on the contrary, he appeared even more invigorated.
Incidentally, being invigorated is a side effect brought about by increasing the Intelligence attribute.
The literary depiction of rivers of blood flowing like rafts now reflected reality.
Mu Bei walked down the mountain of corpses and entered the sea of blood. The street beneath his feet was covered in dark red blood. With every step he took, a circle of blood would splash.
Mu Bei had killed the Zombie horde down to a very low density, to the point where it would not be accurate to continue calling it a Zombie horde.
On Mu Bei's face, sweat and blood mingled, dripping down his chin. In his eyes, the cautiousness he had when first entering the Doomsday Frenzy World was gone, replaced by extreme determination, madness, and bloodlust.
The pleasure of killing surrounded Mu Bei, making him intoxicated by it.
This pleasure is different from the sense of accomplishment gained from achieving something; it originates from deep within human genes, from the body's instinct.
The speed of human gene evolution is far behind the speed of social development. What is restrained by the laws and morals of modern civilization are genes still in a primitive civilization, genes from an era of eating raw meat and drinking blood!
"Is this what killing feels like... Wonderful, truly wonderful, a wonder that cannot be described..."
Walking on the sea of blood, Mu Bei looked back at the mountain of corpses, thinking about how to efficiently process the virus crystals in the brains of these Zombies.
He definitely couldn't open up each of these corpses by himself to collect them; it was too troublesome.
But if he just left them, these were the virus crystals of over two thousand Zombies; it would be too wasteful.
What should he do...
After a moment of contemplation, Mu Bei thought of a method:
Isn't there a survivor camp over ten kilometers away? He could call the Human survivors there to help him collect these crystals.
As for whether those survivors would agree to help Mu Bei collect them?
Mu Bei stated: They will definitely agree. If they don't agree, he will kill until they do.
It's still early before dawn, so Mu Bei planned to change areas and continue killing Zombies.
But just as he was about to move, a loud roar came from not far away.
Mu Bei's gaze penetrated the night and immediately locked onto the source of the sound. On top of a partially collapsed building stood a somewhat slender figure.
With disheveled hair, making it impossible to see the face, the skin was pale as snow, and beneath the broken spectacle lens, an ominous green light flickered.
Although the clothing was tattered, one could vaguely discern its former elegance. The lace edges, the torn hemline, and the fragmented diamonds that once adorned it all silently spoke of its past.
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Name: Zombie Lord
Race: Zombie
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