Chapter 3: The Apocalypse Game Cheat System
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To be honest, Lin Ziluo hadn’t planned to trust the so-called “Golden Finger System” at first.
But the more he listened, the more irresistible it sounded.
Everyone knew that the greatest nightmare of the Apocalypse Game wasn’t only the hordes of zombies—it was the drop rate. The chance of loot appearing after killing a zombie was a mere one percent.
This wasn’t just rumor or speculation. After the world had turned into a giant survival game, countless researchers ran large-scale experiments and proved it with hard data.
One percent.
And most of the time, it was nothing more than food or water.
The lucky few who managed to obtain equipment, weapons, or skill books were like shooting stars—rare and fleeting. For the unlucky, the “black-faced” players, they could slaughter thousands of zombies without ever seeing a single item drop.
It was only because every city eventually built massive dungeon teleportation arrays, allowing survivors to grind for gear and resources, that humanity managed to cling to existence at all.
And now?
The system was telling Lin Ziluo that his drop rate had been boosted from one percent to one hundred percent.
Every zombie he killed… would guarantee a drop.
He almost didn’t dare imagine it.
“Are you sure this ability really works?” Lin Ziluo muttered cautiously.
“Ding. Absolute Drop Rate has been activated. Please rest assured, Host.”
A golden panel materialized in front of him:
【Apocalypse Game Golden Finger System】
Name: Lin Ziluo
Current Level: 0 (One Super Golden Finger unlocked every 10 levels)
Super Golden Finger:
1. Absolute Drop Rate – Every zombie kill guarantees a loot drop (raised from 1% to 100%).
Golden Finger Quests: None
Normal Golden Fingers: None
“Ding. Reminder: The Host’s level corresponds to his in-game level. Every ten levels grants one Super Golden Finger. Completing system quests will also reward Normal Golden Fingers, items, and equipment.”
Lin Ziluo’s lips curved into a slow smile.
This wasn’t just a cheat—this was a shortcut to dominance.
Before, his plan had been simple: kill Li Haobo, then disappear. Hide in the shadows, grow strong, and only when his strength was undeniable would he even dare to chip away at the Li family’s power. Ten years of being hunted had taught him one brutal truth: only strength mattered.
But now?
With the system backing him, even the Li family—who would one day build the colossal fortress known as “Li Clan City”—was no longer untouchable.
“Li Haobo. Li family. Just wait.”
He glanced once more at the lifeless corpse in the corner of the abandoned warehouse. With cold efficiency, he stuffed Yao Jinghan’s severed head and mangled body into a garbage barrel, tossed his bloodstained clothes after them, and pulled on a fresh set from his backpack.
By the time he pushed open the warehouse door, his expression was calm, almost leisurely, as if nothing had happened.
But inside, his blood burned with anticipation.
Less than an hour remained before the Apocalypse descended.
And this time, he would be ready.
The sports field was already crowded with people.
The reason was obvious—above them, the entire sky had turned a deep, ominous red.
Many couples found the strange sight “romantic.”
Some hugged tightly under the blood-red sky, whispering love into each other’s ears as if the world wasn’t about to change forever.
Carrying his small backpack, Lin Ziluo walked toward the snack kiosk by the field.
“Auntie, three bottles of water and five pieces of bread,” he said.
After paying, he stuffed the food and drinks into his bag.
Of course, he didn’t really need them. With his 100% drop rate, he could get supplies simply by killing zombies. But this was more of a safety precaution. If, by some chance, the system turned out to be fake, he couldn’t afford to be caught unprepared.
Still, what mattered most now was planning the perfect start.
Once he was done at the kiosk, he left campus without hesitation.
Everyone knew that universities would be some of the most dangerous places once the apocalypse arrived. Too many people—mostly young adults, fit and energetic. If they turned into zombies, the threat they posed would be massive.
After all, in the Apocalypse Game, levels weren’t everything. What truly mattered were base attributes. Even a level-0 special forces soldier could easily take down level-5 or 6 ordinary players.
That was why, once outside, Lin Ziluo headed straight for a small, out-of-the-way motel a couple of streets from the university.
Pushing through the door, he spotted the boss half-reclining on a chair.
“Boss, give me a short-stay room,” Lin Ziluo called, knocking on the counter.
“Single room, forty an hour,” the man said lazily, without bothering to get up.
“I know. Also, send me Number Three.” Lin Ziluo transferred his last three hundred yuan across the counter.
That made the boss sit up. He looked the young man over before chuckling.
“Never seen you before. But fine, three hundred it is. Forget the room fee, just head up yourself. Number Three will be there soon.”
He tossed over the key labeled 209.
Lin Ziluo caught it without a word and walked upstairs.
“Tch. Acting all high and mighty when he’s just here for a woman,” the boss muttered under his breath.
He wasn’t wrong—the motel’s real business wasn’t accommodation.
And how did Lin Ziluo know that?
Well… cough. Let’s just say he had been here in his last life—after the world ended.
This time, his reason was simple: an achievement.
From memory, the so-called “Number Three” at this motel would later evolve into an early-stage mini-boss of the district. She had even been the very first boss he killed in his past life.
Since bosses would transform directly into zombies instead of being slowly infected, she was the perfect choice.
All Lin Ziluo needed was a secluded place to complete his first zombie kill quest as quickly as possible.
No doubt—Number Three was the best option.
He unlocked Room 209.
The space was cramped, the air stale and unpleasant. The only redeeming feature was the bathroom, which, given the motel’s “business,” was somewhat expected.
Lin Ziluo stepped inside, stripped down, and took a shower.
By the time he came out, dressed again and refreshed, he checked his phone.
6:55.
Five minutes remained before the Apocalypse Game descended.
Right then, a sharp knock came at the door.
Knock. Knock. Knock.
“Hello? The Number Three you called for is here.”
“Come in,” Lin Ziluo replied calmly. “It’s unlocked.”
The door creaked open.
A woman stepped inside, dressed in skimpy clothes, heavy makeup masking her features, a cigarette dangling from her lips. Black stockings stretched over long legs, her movements practiced and casual.
The moment her eyes landed on Lin Ziluo, they lit up.
“Well, well. Didn’t expect a handsome one tonight. Worth it.”
But then she noticed him lying on the bed, still fully clothed. Her brows knitted in annoyance.
“What’s your deal?” she snapped, her voice edged with irritation. “Clothes still on, just lying there? Hurry it up, pretty boy—I’ve got another client waiting after you.”
- Writer
