The trailing intestines were replaced by a single phrase: “a string of intestines.” Otherwise, he would have been vomiting since entering this instance. Still, he was very curious about why those zombies were running away in such a panic.
“Assistant, why are those zombies running away? Aren’t we the same kind?”
The assistant cleared his throat and explained to Song Jinshi. “Host, zombies are classified into levels.”
“Like those zombies just now, without any consciousness and surviving purely on instinct, are low-level zombies.”
“Then there are intermediate and advanced zombies, with the strongest being the zombie king.”
Song Jinshi nodded thoughtfully and pointed to the tall zombie beside him. “So, what level is he?”
“He is an intermediate zombie.”
“No wonder those zombies ran away so fast. So they were scared.”
After saying this, Song Jinshi’s eyes suddenly lit up, and he excitedly asked the assistant. “Assistant, assistant, what level of zombie am I? Am I an advanced zombie? Otherwise, why would this intermediate zombie treat me so well?”
The assistant fell silent.
Eventually, under Song Jinshi’s eager tone and persistent urgings, he stammered and responded. “Um, host, you are a low-level zombie.”
Song Jinshi opened his eyes wide in disbelief. “Impossible! Assistant, didn’t you just say low-level zombies don’t have their own consciousness? I must at least be an intermediate zombie!”
The assistant couldn’t help but shatter Song Jinshi’s unrealistic fantasy. “Host, you really are just a low-level zombie. Having consciousness is because we are players. If you didn’t have your own consciousness, the instance’s tasks wouldn’t be able to be completed. Instances can’t set tasks that are impossible to finish.”
After the assistant’s words fell, Song Jinshi remained silent for a long time.
The assistant, fearing that Song Jinshi would be discouraged and fall into despair, hurriedly consoled him, “Even so, zombies can level up! I believe that with your relentless efforts, becoming an advanced zombie is just around the corner!”
But the assistant clearly didn’t know Song Jinshi well enough.
He wasn’t at all affected. After confirming that he was just a low-level zombie, all he thought about was getting through this instance without a hitch.
After all, he was just a low-level zombie and couldn’t pose much of a threat to humans.
Besides, he wasn’t a truly complete zombie.
“Assistant, never mind. If I become an advanced zombie, I’ll definitely have to face off against human ability users, which I can’t handle.”
But at that moment, the assistant refused to give up on his host.
“Host! If you don’t become an advanced zombie, how can we take revenge? Have you forgotten how that bespectacled guy and his underlings said about you?”
The assistant’s words awakened the almost forgotten hatred in Song Jinshi.
Ultimately, encouraged by the assistant’s motivation and pep talk, Song Jinshi decided that he would strive to become an advanced zombie!
He would make those who had once humiliated him kneel down and beg for mercy!
With a target in mind, Song Jinshi became more proactive in his actions.
He followed the tall zombie and scavenged useful items around the mall.
All of it was stored in the instance space he had exchanged with the assistant.
At night.
The zombies should have continued moving toward the zombie king, but since Song Jinshi, despite having a zombie’s body, still followed human routines,
Under the influence of Song Jinshi’s words and the tall zombie’s doting nature, the group of zombies began to rest at night and move during the day.
While Song Jinshi rested, the other zombies would go out to find food to replenish their energy. After all, they were real zombies and didn’t need rest.
Soon, in this relatively clean little house, only Song Jinshi remained.
The howling wind outside kept blowing, and Song Jinshi’s sleep was restless.
In his hazy sleep, he thought he heard a cat crying outside.
The sound grew louder and more pitiful.
Startled awake, Song Jinshi went outside to check the situation.
Finally, he found a little cat, all on edge and huffing, hidden in a bush.
The little cat was likely injured, covered in blood, its cries growing weaker.
Song Jinshi guessed that the cat might have encountered a zombie or something else and got hurt, retreating here to hide.
He wanted to save the little cat, but whenever he got close, it would hiss at him, leaving him unsure of what to do.
“Host! We can just forcibly take it! We want to save it anyway; it can’t help but be scared. If you don’t save it, it definitely won’t survive, so just kidnap it!”
Song Jinshi thought for a moment and found this reasoning sound.
In this apocalyptic world, weak beings already had a hard time surviving, let alone a frail, bloodied little cat that would surely be devoured by zombies as soon as he left.
Clearly, at this moment, he had completely forgotten that he was also a zombie.
So, without hesitation, he picked up the little cat.
He then exchanged with the assistant for the necessary medical supplies and, despite the cat’s struggles, used firm methods to treat it.
Once everything was resolved, Song Jinshi sat on the bed holding the cat.
“Since I saved you, you are my cat now, and I will take good care of you.”
At this moment, the little cat no longer struggled and just lay limp in his embrace.
Hearing Song Jinshi’s words, it showed no reaction.
“Since that’s the case, I’ll give you a name!”
“How about Meatball?”
Song Jinshi was very satisfied with the name he had chosen.
He named it this because he craved meatballs, but unable to eat them here, he could only satisfy his appetite by gazing at the cat.