Chapter 763: Increase In strength
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763 Increase In strength
His head was ringing intensely as his brain hummed as though in exhaustion. It was highly likely that a normal person would have passed out from exhausting his body too much. But Ryver was no ordinary person.
His brain was hyperactive at moments like this to notice the changes in his body through the system and he was dumbfounded.
"Status."
[Ryver Mcgyver]
[Sex: male]
[Age: 28]
[Strength: 2.31(+0.3]
[Agility: 2.31(+0.3)]
[Vitality: 2.32(-0.2)]
[Verdict: You are more than twice a man now.]
Ryver was speechless for a long while. Just performing three styles successfully, his strength and vitality increased by 0.3 points within this short period of 20 minutes!
It was even better then killing zombies out there. But not withstanding, his vitality actually dropped by 0.2 points which was the only downside to this.
The technique consumes vitality at a frightening rate. After consuming the excess vitality from the Plexues he had eaten earlier, it actually proceeded to consume his own vitality.
Which meant that as long as he had enough plexuses, he could increase his strength almost indefinitely. A surge of hunger suddenly struck Ryver like an incoming train.
Searching his room, he manged to find some snacks in the refrigerator to consume and wash up, also changing his cloths to another long sleeve white shirt to hide his scars and a black trouser.
Exciting his room, he opened the stairway door and left the 40th floor, heading towards the 39th floor, it was time to grind for zombies.
The 39th floor had a few zombies within them. It's highly likely the zombies of the digital marketing strategy team would have moved from the 39th floor to the ground floor.
During the start of the nuclear apocalypse, most people would have panicked and tried to get out of the company as fast as possible, drawing the zombies with them. Which meant that its highly likely majority of the zombies already migrated to the ground floor.
And as though to testify to his hypothesis, Ryver only met with four zombies on the 39th floor, with his increase in strength, killing them as his as cutting grass. Now, his axe could easily pass through their skulls without slowing down.
Ryver wasn't satisfied. His expression pondered. This wasn't close to the number of zombies he needed to kill. The ground floor should contain countless zombies that seem endless and that was where he needed to be. This was the only way if he wanted to evolve his stats. But first, he needed a good weapon.
Exiting the 39th floor, Ryver climbed down, all the way to the fifth floor. There weren't any zombies in sight, only littered corpses could be seen on the ground with their bodies and innards splayed to the ground like roses, except this wasn't romantic in any way but horrifying.
It seems Jacob took care of the zombies here. Moving alongside the walls, Ryver headed for a large office that had glass walls built around it.
The glass door appeared to be locked from the outside.
"Crash!"
The glass door was smashed to pieces. Ryver withdrew his axe and bent as he entered through the demarcated glass door, into the office.
The owner of this office seem to be the Manager of this floor, managing the workers on this floor. The office was very luxurious, this only served to show how high his pay must have been.
Ryver's eyes paused on the wall and just as Jacob had said, on the wall, two double-edged axes hung on it snugly crossed against each other, forming some sort of double axe symbol. The display was certainly magnificent.
Ryver's eyes glinted. He picked the Twin axes up in each hand and they were perfect in his hands.
They appeared medieval, and as he juggled them, their weight appeared to be roughly between 5-7kg. The length of the double-edged axe was around 40-50cm.
The handle had a slightly intriguing pattern drawn on it for better grip. Ryver couldn't be any more satisfied with the weapon. It was study, sharp and exactly what he needed.
Swinging the two axe a few times, he familiarized himself with the weight of the axe. Then his eyes then caught of something at the top corner of the wall.
Three tiny blades hung on the wall. At first, Ryver thought it was part of the painting, but soon he realised what they were blades, blades without handles. Perfect tools for a hidden weapon!
The blade was the length of a palm with sharp double edges, without handles and almost as thin as a cicada's wings. But there was a certain amount of weight in them as they flipped around his fingers.
He took the axe holsters from the wall and wore it behind him, picking the holsters off the blades, he wore them around his thigh while keeping the blades hidden in them.
Ryver couldn't help but think that the owner of the office seem to be prepared for war.
But he glanced downwards to see a corpse lying dead on the ground with bite marks and opened up tummy. The corpse appeared to be of a man who was in his early fifties with a potbelly. But the man didn't survive the nuclear explosion and had transformed into a zombie from his splayed out belly and chucked of missing flesh.
He was most likely killed by Jacob judging by the hole in his head.
It was finally time to head to the ground floor. There was more than enough space on the ground floor since the explosion didn't really affect the ground floor of the garage, therefore it was easier to get surrounded by the zombies. It was something Ryver didn't want to risk.
He careful devised a plan in his head and after carefully thinking it over, he thought the plan was a feasible one but also very dangerous.
He unlocked the stairsway door to the ground floor and he observed for a while before hitting his metal axe against the metal door, retreating to the stair way. Shortly, a few zombies were immediately attracted.
"Raaaaaugh!"
More than a few dozen zombies wildly rushed in his direction, drooling thick crimson fluids.
Ryver's actions were extremely risky. Just a single scratch to the body and he would instantly be infected, but this was Ryver, he always placed everything within his analyses.
Ryver stood a few steps above the ground floor and immediately the zombies got within reach, his axe sliced into the skull of the first zombie, it's brain matter splattering across the wall like a paint job, rendering it dead. Immediately two other zombies took its place.
Ryver swung his other axe, cutting off the head of two other zombies. With that, the zombies started multiplying.
The door to the stairs was a narrow path, therefore only five zombies could squeeze through the door. But before they could climb the stairs, their heads had been sliced into two parts.
Ryver continuously swung his twin axe rapidly with strength of about three points and combat points of 7 units, his arms turned into a blur as he waved the twin axe like a fan, mincing through the zombies like a rotor but with sounds of bones grinding in the background.
The dozen amount of zombies were starting to multiply and as time passed, they were no longer just a few dozen zombies but had become a horde in less than ten minutes.
Ryver didn't seem to mind this in the slightest. He kicked, slashed and diced while moving backwards periodically as the horde got closer to him. Thankfully the place was narrow.
This continued for another 15 minutes and Ryver was getting drenched in sweat, not from the swings, but from the intense calculations his brain was sustaining !
He wasn't just killing zombies stupidly, otherwise be would have long since being consumed by them.
He was similarly precisely avoiding their claw attack as just a single strike could prove fatal while simultaneously flicking their plexus to the side. His face was starting to lose color, and his brain was everywhere while his arms were also getting uncomfortably sore by the minute.
Ryver endured for another five minutes to meet up with his estimations before he felt as though he was about to collapse from the severe calculation and exhaustion, he instantly retreated back up to the next segment of the stairs. While simultaneously perceiving his status.
Grabbing a bunch of Plexuses from the pile, he immediately consumed the fist sized Plexus.
[Vitality 2.34... +0.02]
[Vitality 2.90.... +0.05]
[Vitality 3.20... +0.01] ...
[Agility 2.31... +0.01]
[101 New Notifications.]
"Clear Notifications, View Stats."
[Ryver Mvcyger] | [Sex: male] [Age: 28] | [Strength: 2.32] | [Agility: 2.31] | [Vitality: 3.21] | n-o-vel.u.s-b.),c,O.M
Ryver felt a warm torrent of energy flowing into his arms and body and the ache in his muscles faded as though they were renewed, his brain immediately chilled as he felt a cooling sensation flow into them, making him shiver in slight ecstasy. He immediately felt freshed.
The zombies struggle amongst each other through the tight stair to get to Ryver, climbing onto each other trying to get to him, but Ryver sent them backwards with his axe.
The numbers of zombies on the ground floor weren't that few to begin with, but their growling sounds kept attracting even more zombies from outside the company. If it weren't for the narrow door and stairway, the situation would have gotten out of hand.
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763 Increase In strength
His head was ringing intensely as his brain hummed as though in exhaustion. It was highly likely that a normal person would have passed out from exhausting his body too much. But Ryver was no ordinary person.
His brain was hyperactive at moments like this to notice the changes in his body through the system and he was dumbfounded.
"Status."
[Ryver Mcgyver]
[Sex: male]
[Age: 28]
[Strength: 2.31(+0.3]
[Agility: 2.31(+0.3)]
[Vitality: 2.32(-0.2)]
[Verdict: You are more than twice a man now.]
Ryver was speechless for a long while. Just performing three styles successfully, his strength and vitality increased by 0.3 points within this short period of 20 minutes!
It was even better then killing zombies out there. But not withstanding, his vitality actually dropped by 0.2 points which was the only downside to this.
The technique consumes vitality at a frightening rate. After consuming the excess vitality from the Plexues he had eaten earlier, it actually proceeded to consume his own vitality.
Which meant that as long as he had enough plexuses, he could increase his strength almost indefinitely. A surge of hunger suddenly struck Ryver like an incoming train.
Searching his room, he manged to find some snacks in the refrigerator to consume and wash up, also changing his cloths to another long sleeve white shirt to hide his scars and a black trouser.
Exciting his room, he opened the stairway door and left the 40th floor, heading towards the 39th floor, it was time to grind for zombies.
The 39th floor had a few zombies within them. It's highly likely the zombies of the digital marketing strategy team would have moved from the 39th floor to the ground floor.
During the start of the nuclear apocalypse, most people would have panicked and tried to get out of the company as fast as possible, drawing the zombies with them. Which meant that its highly likely majority of the zombies already migrated to the ground floor.
And as though to testify to his hypothesis, Ryver only met with four zombies on the 39th floor, with his increase in strength, killing them as his as cutting grass. Now, his axe could easily pass through their skulls without slowing down.
Ryver wasn't satisfied. His expression pondered. This wasn't close to the number of zombies he needed to kill. The ground floor should contain countless zombies that seem endless and that was where he needed to be. This was the only way if he wanted to evolve his stats. But first, he needed a good weapon.
Exiting the 39th floor, Ryver climbed down, all the way to the fifth floor. There weren't any zombies in sight, only littered corpses could be seen on the ground with their bodies and innards splayed to the ground like roses, except this wasn't romantic in any way but horrifying.
It seems Jacob took care of the zombies here. Moving alongside the walls, Ryver headed for a large office that had glass walls built around it.
The glass door appeared to be locked from the outside.
"Crash!"
The glass door was smashed to pieces. Ryver withdrew his axe and bent as he entered through the demarcated glass door, into the office.
The owner of this office seem to be the Manager of this floor, managing the workers on this floor. The office was very luxurious, this only served to show how high his pay must have been.
Ryver's eyes paused on the wall and just as Jacob had said, on the wall, two double-edged axes hung on it snugly crossed against each other, forming some sort of double axe symbol. The display was certainly magnificent.
Ryver's eyes glinted. He picked the Twin axes up in each hand and they were perfect in his hands.
They appeared medieval, and as he juggled them, their weight appeared to be roughly between 5-7kg. The length of the double-edged axe was around 40-50cm.
The handle had a slightly intriguing pattern drawn on it for better grip. Ryver couldn't be any more satisfied with the weapon. It was study, sharp and exactly what he needed.
Swinging the two axe a few times, he familiarized himself with the weight of the axe. Then his eyes then caught of something at the top corner of the wall.
Three tiny blades hung on the wall. At first, Ryver thought it was part of the painting, but soon he realised what they were blades, blades without handles. Perfect tools for a hidden weapon!
The blade was the length of a palm with sharp double edges, without handles and almost as thin as a cicada's wings. But there was a certain amount of weight in them as they flipped around his fingers.
He took the axe holsters from the wall and wore it behind him, picking the holsters off the blades, he wore them around his thigh while keeping the blades hidden in them.
Ryver couldn't help but think that the owner of the office seem to be prepared for war.
But he glanced downwards to see a corpse lying dead on the ground with bite marks and opened up tummy. The corpse appeared to be of a man who was in his early fifties with a potbelly. But the man didn't survive the nuclear explosion and had transformed into a zombie from his splayed out belly and chucked of missing flesh.
He was most likely killed by Jacob judging by the hole in his head.
It was finally time to head to the ground floor. There was more than enough space on the ground floor since the explosion didn't really affect the ground floor of the garage, therefore it was easier to get surrounded by the zombies. It was something Ryver didn't want to risk.
He careful devised a plan in his head and after carefully thinking it over, he thought the plan was a feasible one but also very dangerous.
He unlocked the stairsway door to the ground floor and he observed for a while before hitting his metal axe against the metal door, retreating to the stair way. Shortly, a few zombies were immediately attracted.
"Raaaaaugh!"
More than a few dozen zombies wildly rushed in his direction, drooling thick crimson fluids.
Ryver's actions were extremely risky. Just a single scratch to the body and he would instantly be infected, but this was Ryver, he always placed everything within his analyses.
Ryver stood a few steps above the ground floor and immediately the zombies got within reach, his axe sliced into the skull of the first zombie, it's brain matter splattering across the wall like a paint job, rendering it dead. Immediately two other zombies took its place.
Ryver swung his other axe, cutting off the head of two other zombies. With that, the zombies started multiplying.
The door to the stairs was a narrow path, therefore only five zombies could squeeze through the door. But before they could climb the stairs, their heads had been sliced into two parts.
Ryver continuously swung his twin axe rapidly with strength of about three points and combat points of 7 units, his arms turned into a blur as he waved the twin axe like a fan, mincing through the zombies like a rotor but with sounds of bones grinding in the background.
The dozen amount of zombies were starting to multiply and as time passed, they were no longer just a few dozen zombies but had become a horde in less than ten minutes.
Ryver didn't seem to mind this in the slightest. He kicked, slashed and diced while moving backwards periodically as the horde got closer to him. Thankfully the place was narrow.
This continued for another 15 minutes and Ryver was getting drenched in sweat, not from the swings, but from the intense calculations his brain was sustaining !
He wasn't just killing zombies stupidly, otherwise be would have long since being consumed by them.
He was similarly precisely avoiding their claw attack as just a single strike could prove fatal while simultaneously flicking their plexus to the side. His face was starting to lose color, and his brain was everywhere while his arms were also getting uncomfortably sore by the minute.
Ryver endured for another five minutes to meet up with his estimations before he felt as though he was about to collapse from the severe calculation and exhaustion, he instantly retreated back up to the next segment of the stairs. While simultaneously perceiving his status.
Grabbing a bunch of Plexuses from the pile, he immediately consumed the fist sized Plexus.
[Vitality 2.34... +0.02]
[Vitality 2.90.... +0.05]
[Vitality 3.20... +0.01] ...
[Agility 2.31... +0.01]
[101 New Notifications.]
"Clear Notifications, View Stats."
[Ryver Mvcyger] | [Sex: male] [Age: 28] | [Strength: 2.32] | [Agility: 2.31] | [Vitality: 3.21] | n-o-vel.u.s-b.),c,O.M
Ryver felt a warm torrent of energy flowing into his arms and body and the ache in his muscles faded as though they were renewed, his brain immediately chilled as he felt a cooling sensation flow into them, making him shiver in slight ecstasy. He immediately felt freshed.
The zombies struggle amongst each other through the tight stair to get to Ryver, climbing onto each other trying to get to him, but Ryver sent them backwards with his axe.
The numbers of zombies on the ground floor weren't that few to begin with, but their growling sounds kept attracting even more zombies from outside the company. If it weren't for the narrow door and stairway, the situation would have gotten out of hand.
763 Increase In strength His head was ringing intensely as his brain hummed as though in exhaustion. It was highly likely that a normal person would have passed out from exhausting his body too much. But Ryver was no ordinary person. His brain was hyperactive at moments like this to notice the changes in his body through the system and he was dumbfounded. "Status." Ryver Mcgyver Sex: male Age: 28 Strength: 2.31+0.3 Agility: 2.31+0.3 Vitality: 2.32-0.2 Verdict: You are more than twice a man now. Ryver was speechless for a long while. Just performing three styles successfully, his strength and vitality increased by 0.3 points within this short period of 20 minutes! It was even better then killing zombies out there. But not withstanding, his vitality actually dropped by 0.2 points which was the only downside to this. The technique consumes vitality at a frightening rate. After consuming the excess vitality from the Plexues he had eaten earlier, it actually proceeded to consume his own vitality. Which meant that as long as he had enough plexuses, he could increase his strength almost indefinitely. A surge of hunger suddenly struck Ryver like an incoming train. Searching his room, he manged to find some snacks in the refrigerator to consume and wash up, also changing his cloths to another long sleeve white shirt to hide his scars and a black trouser. Exciting his room, he opened the stairway door and left the 40th floor, heading towards the 39th floor, it was time to grind for zombies. The 39th floor had a few zombies within them. It's highly likely the zombies of the digital marketing strategy team would have moved from the 39th floor to the ground floor. During the start of the nuclear apocalypse, most people would have panicked and tried to get out of the company as fast as possible, drawing the zombies with them. Which meant that its highly likely majority of the zombies already migrated to the ground floor. And as though to testify to his hypothesis, Ryver only met with four zombies on the 39th floor, with his increase in strength, killing them as his as cutting grass. Now, his axe could easily pass through their skulls without slowing down. Ryver wasn't satisfied. His expression pondered. This wasn't close to the number of zombies he needed to kill. The ground floor should contain countless zombies that seem endless and that was where he needed to be. This was the only way if he wanted to evolve his stats. But first, he needed a good weapon. Exiting the 39th floor, Ryver climbed down, all the way to the fifth floor. There weren't any zombies in sight, only littered corpses could be seen on the ground with their bodies and innards splayed to the ground like roses, except this wasn't romantic in any way but horrifying. It seems Jacob took care of the zombies here. Moving alongside the walls, Ryver headed for a large office that had glass walls built around it. The glass door appeared to be locked from the outside. "Crash!" The glass door was smashed to pieces. Ryver withdrew his axe and bent as he entered through the demarcated glass door, into the office. The owner of this office seem to be the Manager of this floor, managing the workers on this floor. The office was very luxurious, this only served to show how high his pay must have been. Ryver's eyes paused on the wall and just as Jacob had said, on the wall, two double-edged axes hung on it snugly crossed against each other, forming some sort of double axe symbol. The display was certainly magnificent. Ryver's eyes glinted. He picked the Twin axes up in each hand and they were perfect in his hands. They appeared medieval, and as he juggled them, their weight appeared to be roughly between 5-7kg. The length of the double-edged axe was around 40-50cm. The handle had a slightly intriguing pattern drawn on it for better grip. Ryver couldn't be any more satisfied with the weapon. It was study, sharp and exactly what he needed. Swinging the two axe a few times, he familiarized himself with the weight of the axe. Then his eyes then caught of something at the top corner of the wall. Three tiny blades hung on the wall. At first, Ryver thought it was part of the painting, but soon he realised what they were blades, blades without handles. Perfect tools for a hidden weapon! The blade was the length of a palm with sharp double edges, without handles and almost as thin as a cicada's wings. But there was a certain amount of weight in them as they flipped around his fingers. He took the axe holsters from the wall and wore it behind him, picking the holsters off the blades, he wore them around his thigh while keeping the blades hidden in them. Ryver couldn't help but think that the owner of the office seem to be prepared for war. But he glanced downwards to see a corpse lying dead on the ground with bite marks and opened up tummy. The corpse appeared to be of a man who was in his early fifties with a potbelly. But the man didn't survive the nuclear explosion and had transformed into a zombie from his splayed out belly and chucked of missing flesh. He was most likely killed by Jacob judging by the hole in his head. It was finally time to head to the ground floor. There was more than enough space on the ground floor since the explosion didn't really affect the ground floor of the garage, therefore it was easier to get surrounded by the zombies. It was something Ryver didn't want to risk. He careful devised a plan in his head and after carefully thinking it over, he thought the plan was a feasible one but also very dangerous. He unlocked the stairsway door to the ground floor and he observed for a while before hitting his metal axe against the metal door, retreating to the stair way. Shortly, a few zombies were immediately attracted. "Raaaaaugh!" More than a few dozen zombies wildly rushed in his direction, drooling thick crimson fluids. Ryver's actions were extremely risky. Just a single scratch to the body and he would instantly be infected, but this was Ryver, he always placed everything within his analyses. Ryver stood a few steps above the ground floor and immediately the zombies got within reach, his axe sliced into the skull of the first zombie, it's brain matter splattering across the wall like a paint job, rendering it dead. Immediately two other zombies took its place. Ryver swung his other axe, cutting off the head of two other zombies. With that, the zombies started multiplying. The door to the stairs was a narrow path, therefore only five zombies could squeeze through the door. But before they could climb the stairs, their heads had been sliced into two parts. Ryver continuously swung his twin axe rapidly with strength of about three points and combat points of 7 units, his arms turned into a blur as he waved the twin axe like a fan, mincing through the zombies like a rotor but with sounds of bones grinding in the background. The dozen amount of zombies were starting to multiply and as time passed, they were no longer just a few dozen zombies but had become a horde in less than ten minutes. Ryver didn't seem to mind this in the slightest. He kicked, slashed and diced while moving backwards periodically as the horde got closer to him. Thankfully the place was narrow. This continued for another 15 minutes and Ryver was getting drenched in sweat, not from the swings, but from the intense calculations his brain was sustaining ! He wasn't just killing zombies stupidly, otherwise be would have long since being consumed by them. He was similarly precisely avoiding their claw attack as just a single strike could prove fatal while simultaneously flicking their plexus to the side. His face was starting to lose color, and his brain was everywhere while his arms were also getting uncomfortably sore by the minute. Ryver endured for another five minutes to meet up with his estimations before he felt as though he was about to collapse from the severe calculation and exhaustion, he instantly retreated back up to the next segment of the stairs. While simultaneously perceiving his status. Grabbing a bunch of Plexuses from the pile, he immediately consumed the fist sized Plexus. Vitality 2.34... +0.02 Vitality 2.90.... +0.05 Vitality 3.20... +0.01 ... Agility 2.31... +0.01 101 New Notifications. "Clear Notifications, View Stats." Ryver Mvcyger | Sex: male Age: 28 | Strength: 2.32 | Agility: 2.31 | Vitality: 3.21 | n-o-vel.u.s-b.,c,O.MRyver felt a warm torrent of energy flowing into his arms and body and the ache in his muscles faded as though they were renewed, his brain immediately chilled as he felt a cooling sensation flow into them, making him shiver in slight ecstasy. He immediately felt freshed. The zombies struggle amongst each other through the tight stair to get to Ryver, climbing onto each other trying to get to him, but Ryver sent them backwards with his axe. The numbers of zombies on the ground floor weren't that few to begin with, but their growling sounds kept attracting even more zombies from outside the company. If it weren't for the narrow door and stairway, the situation would have gotten out of hand.
