Chapter 85: The Frenzy of the Undead

Qin Hao flipped through the mission predictor. If he could confirm there were no Voodoo Demons present, he would unleash his full fury and start hunting the other creatures. But just then, an emergency mission appeared on his mission predictor.

Emergency missions always carried significant consequences for humanity, sometimes even threatening the destruction of entire regions.

“Ding, mission predictor activated. Emergency mission detected. Mission will be released in ten minutes.”

[Zombie Frenzy]

The Voodoo Demons, hunter beings dispatched by the Ancient Demon Civilization, have inflicted grave harm upon humanity. A Voodoo Demon has already gathered three thousand zombies and is marching toward the city, where twenty thousand survivors are desperately fleeing. No fewer than ten thousand of these survivors have already been infected by the zombie virus. Please proceed immediately to prevent the situation from worsening.

Mission rewards:

- 100 Hero Points for each human rescued.
- 100 Hero Points for each zombie slain.
- 500,000 Hero Points for killing a Voodoo Demon.

(Note: This mission’s rewards are fixed and unaffected by individual strength.)

The final note was clearly intended for someone like Qin Hao. For those heroes who possessed immense power, there was no point in hunting down creatures for hero points. It would be better to leave such opportunities to others and instead assume the role of leader, gathering starlight energy to enhance their power.

That was the path most of the strong chose.

But Qin Hao was different. By hunting creatures, he could harvest their genes and strengthen himself. Once he fully assimilated a creature’s genes, he could even venture into the wilderness to hunt other native creatures of Blue Star.

Qin Hao’s path to power did not depend on the Hero System at all. Hero points, starlight energy—none of it mattered. He could advance on his own.

Still, a mission reward was better than nothing. If he could complete this task, a million Hero Points would be his in the blink of an eye.

Qin Hao pondered briefly as he read the mission description.

“I should find Zi Hui first.”

In times like these, it seemed only fitting for Zi Hui to appear.

The Northern Capital Base had been established for nearly a month now. As it was located in a wild zone, the surrounding area was desolate, so no hunting beasts had ever appeared here. After humanity relocated to this place, there had been a period of relative peace.

The base still had reserves of food and had scavenged plenty of supplies to feed the survivors, but it was out of the question to serve them the flesh of the Fang Demons.

The flesh of the Fang Demons would be reserved for the soldiers first.

This resulted in most survivors in the cities having already awakened, but those at the Northern Capital Base were mostly ordinary people, many of whom were haggard and malnourished from food shortages. Next, the heroes would have to step up as saviors, bringing them sustenance.

Many ordinary people at the Northern Capital Base were not even aware of the existence of the Hero System.

These people were nothing more than sheep kept in captivity.

Now, with the arrival of a Voodoo Demon, the Northern Capital Base was instantly transformed into a living hell.

The Voodoo Demon infected zombies, the zombies infected more zombies, and hundreds or even thousands of humans died.

The survivors fled in terror. Some of the evolved knew that powerful evolvers still remained in the Magic Capital, so their first thought was to escape toward the city.

Others fled into the wilderness, but the zombies gave chase.

Most people just wanted to reach another survivor base to go on living, so they pressed desperately toward the city center. The wide, straight road now seemed like a highway to heaven; falter for a moment, and you would be dragged down into hell.

These people ran harder than marathoners, but as they ran, some began to turn blue in the face, their breathing labored, their minds going blank.

Those who were already infected found that strenuous exercise accelerated their blood circulation, causing toxins to build up and transform them into zombies.

Normally, it would take three days for the airborne toxin to turn someone into a zombie, but with the Voodoo Demon present, it might take only three minutes.

Among the crowd, frail elders, children, and women would turn into zombies as they ran, then attack and bite those beside them, plunging everything into chaos.

The number of living humans dwindled, while the zombie horde swelled ever larger.

A harrowing scene unfolded on the broad six-lane road.

“Someone, please save us!”

“Why does heaven still refuse to spare us? Do they really want humanity to go extinct?”

“Don’t give up—just keep running, don’t stop, or you’ll be bitten to death… sob…”

Some broke down in tears, simply unable to run any farther.

At the moment of their deepest despair, a moving vehicle appeared ahead of them.

A car was nothing special before the apocalypse, but now, it was a marvel.

And this car was flying above the ground, a feat of technology so advanced it seemed like something from an alien civilization.

The vehicle stopped not far ahead, and two figures emerged.

The woman among them radiated an astonishing allure.

They were none other than Qin Hao and Zi Hui.

“I’ve received the mission,” Zi Hui said.

“Yeah, many heroes should have gotten it by now. This is your moment,” Qin Hao replied.

“My moment? What can I do?”

“Look closely. The Voodoo Demon’s toxin contains a trace of dark energy. The zombies it summons—don’t they resemble your own dark powers?”

At this, Zi Hui understood what Qin Hao meant.

Zombies were humanity’s term for these death puppets. But were these puppets really like the ones in movies, destined to infect the entire world?

No, the zombies before Zi Hui were not like that at all.

Extending her mental power, she sensed that each of them seemed shrouded in a black mist—the essence of darkness.

Eliminate that darkness, and the virus within them would be purged.

But how?

To combat the darkness, Zi Hui could only think of her own power of light.

She could radiate light and dispel the darkness—something well within her ability.

Without hesitation, Zi Hui unleashed her light ability. Brilliant golden light burst from her body.

The light spread far, though it thinned as it expanded.

Waves of radiance swept over the fleeing survivors.

By now, it was too late for these people to avoid it, but with the two before them clearly human and likely there to save them, they did not resist.

Sure enough, under the glow, the black voodoo mist vanished from their bodies. Zi Hui had dispelled the virus, and the survivors felt warmth flood through them, strength returning to their limbs, and began to run even faster.

Naturally, these people were deeply grateful to Zi Hui.

A torrent of faith surged toward her.

This steady stream of mental energy replenished Zi Hui’s psychic tendrils. The tendrils, in turn, expanded her mind. Without any pain or interference, Zi Hui’s mental strength soared higher and higher.

At that moment, even the exhausted survivors fleeing for their lives began to cheer.

“Someone’s finally come to save us!”

“A savior—she must be our savior!”