Translator: Exodus Tales Editor: Exodus Tales

Abel gave up on finding the potions from these dead quill rats. This was a real-world, not a game where monsters drop loot when you kill them.

After packing his equipment, Abel continued to move forward. This time, he needed to be more careful. There was no more exploding big sword left in his bag.

As though remembering something, Abel took out a pair of telescopes from the kong kong spiritual beast bag. Fortunately, he made a backup after Loraine took away his original one. While the telescope might be a treasure for the others, for him, it was just like a toy that Lorraine liked a lot.

Even after walking for about twenty minutes, Abel still did not find any quill rat. He probably just killed all the ones that were here before. Suddenly, the ground below him became soft. Then, a black hand stretched out and grabbed his calf.

“What is this?” Abel yelled as he kicked the black hand. It was a zombie, dressed in nothing but some very shabby clothes. It crawled out of the ground and staggered towards him.

The zombie looked scary, yes, but it was moving so slowly that Abel could just walk away from it. While taking his sweet time, Abel wore the frozen armor on himself. Since he was short on mana, he couldn’t just wear the frozen armor when he was in the dark world.

Zombies, like the quill rat, were the weakest hell creature there was. Due to their slow speed and incapability to launch any distanced attack, they were the perfect target for Abel to practice his long-range spells.

After Abel released two fireballs, the zombie turned into a scorched corpse and fell to the ground. A shadow soon emerged and was absorbed by the Horadric Cube.

Abel smiled. He could take on a hundred of these zombies without breaking a sweat. But just when the thought came to him, countless black hands appeared from the ground.

Just when he knew it, the two black hands closest to him had already grasped onto his legs. As they were turned into ice as soon as they touched his frozen armor, Abel easily snapped them off and broke them into powder.

Weirdly, there were so many zombies. In most cases, zombies should be the hardest hell creature to find in the Rogue Encampment. They had little attack power and seldom moved in groups. Yet, at this moment, there were literally about a hundred of them coming towards Abel.

Although the zombies outnumbered Abel, their attacks were slow and extremely short-ranged. Abel didn’t even have to make a defense. After putting away his shield, he took out his 5-meter-long lance and swept away all the zombies around him.

As it turned out, the lance wasn’t doing a lot of damage to these zombies. If Abel couldn’t find himself a better weapon, his knight’s abilities would be almost useless. Fortunately, though, the shocking effect of the lance was pretty effective. Because of it, he was able to keep a good distance away from these spawns of hell.

Abel continued to fire as many “fireballs” as he could. On average, every two fireballs could kill one zombie. After firing about forty times, he stopped attacking because he was short on mana. He could use up all of it, but that could, potentially, be a very dangerous move to make.

This point killed about one-fourth of the zombies. Abel no longer cared about the physical damage that these zombies could do. He was more interested in attacking rather than defending. Every time a soul was absorbed into his Horadric Cube, he would be more motivated to continue his attacks.

His golden combat qi surged as it wrapped itself around his lance. Even when his attacks were so strong that they could break the bodies of these zombies into two, these damned creatures had no sense of pain whatsoever. Even without legs, they could crawl towards him with their hands.

These zombies didn’t seem capable of thought. The only thing that drove them was the instinct to bite anything alive. As they constantly moved toward Abel, they just kept using their hands, nails, teeth, and every other part of their body so that they could attack him.

Slowly but steadily, Abel found out about something. Without physically crushing their heads, these zombies would never truly die.

Abel changed up his fighting tactics. Instead of doing anything fancy with his lance, he just kept stabbing towards the heads of these zombies. According to his calculations, it would take about ten stabs to crush the brains of these zombies. That frustrated him a little, and worse yet, since the zombies would be knocked ten meters away from him, he had to switch his target every time he made a hit.

What a pathetic way to fight. He was stronger and more skilled than these zombies, whereas the only thing that they could do properly was to defend themselves. Yet, it was exactly because of this that instead of being a massacre, this fight just kept dragging on and on and on.

It wasn’t hard to find something fun about this, however. For Abel, this felt a lot like a game that he used to play when he was a child. Yes, it was like playing whack-a-mole when he was on the street. It was a little different from that. Not only was the game done in a 360-degree fashion, the zombies just kept coming back after they were hit.

After a while, more souls of these zombies were absorbed into Abel’s cube. As time-consuming as it was, as long as some of his enemies went down, he could have enough mana supply to keep going.

Abel continued as he was motivated to get another bottle of the soul potion. With the number of zombies decreasing, the fighting came to its end. When the soul of the last zombie came inside his Horadric Cube, everything became quiet once more.

Abel placed his lance back into his kong kong spiritual beast bag. After that, he searched the corpses in case he could find any loot on them. Disappointingly, he couldn’t find what he was looking for. The most he could see were some ordinary jewelry drenched in black blood.

Abel’s hands turned black after touching these dead bodies. After taking out some clean water from his kong kong spiritual beast bag, he washed his hands for a bit. When he was done, he gave up on the idea of finding loot from these hell creatures.

Abel was out confidence to find more of these hell creatures. His mana was only enough for him to wear the frozen armor for two more times, and it wasn’t like he could sit down to have a meditation session, either.

Yet, he did not want to give up. After climbing a tall tree that he found, he started scouting around with his telescope. This time, he…

Ok, he gave up.