[No system + hard core transformation + absolute sanity + campus survival]
On the day of the physical test, zombies broke out.
When all the teachers and students in the school screamed and ran to the school gate to die, Lin Ji turned around and rushed to the empty canteen, pulled down the rolling shutter door, and grabbed a bottle of ice Coke.
While others are surviving, he is calculating probabilities; while others are collapsing, he is modifying weapons.
From the "stacked Arhat" corpse wave in the playground, to the flashing infrared surveillance in the night sky; from the random infection incubation period, to the bunch of master keys and the original "S-09-02" strain that the whole school is grabbing.
"Classmate Lin, hand over the box and we will take you to evacuate."
The drone's red laser aiming point fell, and Lin Ji coldly raised the newly polished stainless steel spear: "Want a box? Come down and get it yourself."
In this captive experimental field, he is the only variable.
