Chapter 11: The Malicious Li Haobo
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Lin Ziluo sat back in his chair, pen in hand, jotting down every precious hidden class he could remember. These were the paths he knew best, the ones that led to the warriors and mages of the future—the ones who would rise to become legends, warriors and sorcerers who shaped the world in the final days.
In the later stages of the apocalypse, in order to consolidate their power and earn the respect of the people, factions would have their top-tier warriors or mages describe their journeys, their heroic deeds, and the tools they used. These stories would be printed and spread among the people to inspire them, to show that their leaders were worthy of their loyalty.
Lin Ziluo hadn’t experienced that yet. After all, he had only just become a war god in his previous life, only to be killed the very next day.
As he reflected, he made his decision—he would pursue the Phantom class. There was no other reason. This was the hidden profession he knew best, the one with the highest success rate. After all, he was familiar with the process.
The others? Who knew what exaggerations or omissions those warriors and mages made when they described their journeys? Every hidden class quest was extremely dangerous. One tiny detail overlooked could be the difference between life and death.
Lin Ziluo’s cautious nature leaned toward the safer option—the one he understood the most.
Without further hesitation, he assigned his free attribute points. Three went into Strength, two into Agility.
Base Stats:
• Strength: 16
• Spirit: 17
• Constitution: 11
• Agility: 17
A warm surge of power flowed into him. His strength had increased once again.
With his profession now decided, Lin Ziluo turned his attention to the next task. His mind began to focus on important memories from his past life. He flipped open his notebook, writing furiously.
“Let me think… where did I find the Holy Paladin class? Oh, it was in…”
“That diamond-tier item? It was in…”
“Wait, don’t forget this, it’s incredibly useful…”
“I knew I should’ve written this down earlier—now I can’t even remember where I found that sword…”
As the saying goes, “A bad memory is better than a good one.” Lin Ziluo’s pen scratched furiously across the paper, turning pages as he chronicled every important item and piece of equipment from his past life.
The night deepened.
It was almost midnight when Lin Ziluo finally set the pen down, exhaling deeply. He had recorded everything he could remember. If something else came to mind later, he would add it in.
Putting the notebook away in his storage space, Lin Ziluo got up, turned off the light, and lay down on the bed, still fully clothed.
Sleep with clothes on—an essential skill in the apocalypse.
It didn’t take long before he was fast asleep. This was the most restful night he had had in ten years.
Outside, the Eye of Reconnaissance kept watch.
For the first time in a long while, Lin Ziluo felt free of pressure. Gone was the oppressive weight of Yao Jinghan’s betrayal, gone was the relentless pursuit from enemies, gone were the constant, gnawing fears for the future.
The world outside was full of chaos, but for Lin Ziluo, for once, the night was his.
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“Damn it! Damn it! Where the hell is that b***h? Where did she go?!”
Inside a lavishly decorated mansion, a man was screaming in anger.
He grabbed a vase and hurled it at a bodyguard in a suit standing nearby.
The bodyguard, with silver hair, stepped forward, speaking calmly.
“Master, please lower your voice. Such loud noises could attract zombies from outside the manor.”
The man, Li Haobo, paused, remembering the devastation his estate had suffered. Entire sections of the mansion had been overrun, and a large portion of his staff had been turned into zombies. The once-thriving estate of nearly four thousand people had dwindled to barely four hundred survivors.
Li Haobo forced himself to quiet down.
“Calm? How can I calm down? I spent so much time setting up this perfect plan, and it all got ruined by that slut, Yao Jinghan.”
He fumed, pacing.
“Why didn’t she show up this afternoon? Why didn’t she answer my messages? She’s the reason I couldn’t complete my material in time and send it to that waste, Lin Ziluo.”
He clenched his fists, his voice growing louder.
“Imagine how desperate he would’ve looked if he received that message. Ha! I’d be laughing so hard I’d faint.”
“You know, if I’d just driven him to the edge, he might’ve died from anger, and I would’ve sent him straight to see his disgusting father.”
He raged again, his words becoming more venomous.
“But that damn woman… because of her and the godforsaken apocalypse game, I couldn’t send the message in time.”
“Damn it, damn it, they all need to die!”
His anger grew louder, and the silver-haired butler had no choice but to step in.
“Master, please lower your voice. Our bodyguards have already sustained heavy losses. If more zombies come, we may not be able to protect you.”
The butler sighed inwardly. He had never agreed with the way the master had been raised. Though a single heir in a family was necessary to avoid infighting, in times like these, Li Haobo’s reckless temperament could prove to be fatal.
Li Haobo briefly stopped, his rage momentarily subdued. But soon, he began muttering to himself again, his anger simmering beneath the surface.
“It’s just so damn frustrating! Lin Ziluo, that useless piece of trash, will never get to watch me and Yao Jinghan together. How am I supposed to take my revenge if he doesn’t see it?”
He spat on the ground, his anger boiling over.
“I don’t care! I’ll find her—Yao Jinghan must be alive or dead, I don’t care which. And as for that bastard Lin Ziluo—he will pay. I’ll make sure he goes insane!”
He turned to the butler, his voice cold with malicious intent.
“Zhao, my father said the hired mercenaries were already on their way. They should be near Mo City by now, right? Have them track down Yao Jinghan and Lin Ziluo.”
Zhao nodded solemnly.
“Of course, young master. The hired mercenaries are trained assassins, loyal only to you. They will carry out your will.”
Li Haobo’s lips curled into a sinister smile.
“Good. Very good.”
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