Chapter 308 - 242: Entropy Reduction 2

Chapter 308: Chapter 242: Entropy Reduction 2

Without activating the [Impact Crystal] to blast away the rotting flesh, he wouldn’t be able to swing his greatsword with brute force alone. It would get stuck in the "wall of corpses," impossible to pull free.

"There’s no way to kill that many by hand." He reached out and brushed the bits of flesh from the two women’s hair. "How are you feeling?"

"A little sick..." Su Qing pulled a pack of tissues from her pocket, wiped her face, and handed it to Chu Zhaozhao. Then she added in a low voice, "But I feel like I’ve gotten stronger again."

"I’m a little hungry, just like yesterday..." Chu Zhaozhao said while wiping her face.

"I’ll treat you to something good when we get back." Lin Fan also took a tissue from her, gave his face a quick wipe, and said, "Oh, right..."

"Colonel Ye, hey, Colonel Ye..." Lin Fan walked over to Ye Qingzhou, who was squatting down and carefully observing the pile of "junk." He poked her. "How many zombies are over there? Can you estimate?"

"..." Ye Qingzhou put down the piece of leather in her hand and looked up. Her clear eyes gave Lin Fan a speechless look, as if she’d known the answer all along. "A hundred thousand or so," she replied casually. "Two hundred thousand at most..."

"Huh?"

"Huh?"

Before Lin Fan could even finish his "huh?", Chu Zhaozhao, standing to the side, couldn’t hold back. Her eyes widened as she pointed at the terrifying horde of zombies across the way, which looked like a swarm of ants. Her voice jumped an octave. "Is that all? I thought there’d be at least a million..."

Lin Fan pursed his lips and said nothing, but he silently gave Chu Zhaozhao a thumbs-up in his mind.

’It’s nice having a mouthpiece,’ he thought. ’Saves me from looking like an idiot right after trying to act cool. After all, I also thought there were a million of them...’

"A million..." As if jarred from her thoughts by the two of them, Ye Qingzhou finally rebooted from her mental freeze. She patted her legs, stood up, and pointed at the road far away on the opposite bank. "From here, to there, all the way to the base of that building, including the side streets and shops on both sides—if all that was filled with people, that would be about a million."

Now it was Lin Fan’s turn to be stunned. He looked at the tall building she was pointing to, at least two or three kilometers away. ’That whole massive district, completely filled... is only a million people.’

’And Linjiang has a population of thirteen million...’

Besides, he had barely encountered any Mutated Zombies at the front of the horde. Lin Fan scanned the horizon; four-digit health bars only flashed by occasionally in that sea of red bars, a density that didn’t match his recent experience at all.

’There’s only one explanation, then. Those bastard Mutated Zombies are off having a meeting somewhere again...’

"Oh my god... I’m done. I’m not fighting anymore, I’m so tired..." After hearing this "educational breakdown," Chu Zhaozhao lost her last ounce of fighting spirit.

With that, she flopped onto the ground, spread-eagled, and stared blankly at the sky. It seemed the effects of her power-up had worn off. "So stinky and so tiring," she mumbled.

She was speaking for Lin Fan.

"These materials... are incredible." Ye Qingzhou looked at the trio, who were staring blankly, shocked by the sheer numbers. Composing herself, she asked, "Excuse me, has that ’thing’ you mentioned—the one that can reshape items—appeared?"

"No, not yet. Usually only high-level Mutated Zombies have those..." Lin Fan said, scrolling through his inventory. "But I have some to spare."

Ye Qingzhou’s eyes, which had dimmed when Lin Fan said no, immediately lit up again when she heard he had spares. She stared wide-eyed at his outstretched hand.

At his words, even Ye Qingniao and Cheng Qi, who had been observing the "junk pile," and Chu Zhaozhao, who was still lying on the ground, all curiously gathered closer, their noses almost touching Lin Fan’s hand.

Slowly, three small, round badges appeared in his hand.

One was black, one light blue, and one light purple. They looked like three gems, shimmering with a captivating luster.

Each one seemed to have faint, shimmering patterns, and no two were alike.

"So pretty..." Ye Qingniao and Chu Zhaozhao said in unison, then glared at each other and fell silent.

"These three different colors—is there a difference between them?" Ye Qingzhou reached out, picked up the blue one in the middle, and asked while rubbing it in her palm.

"The weight of the final product they can create is different. This one," Lin Fan said, pointing to the black badge, "is for up to ten kilograms. The one in your hand is for one hundred kilograms, and this one," he gestured to the purple one, "is for one ton."

"One ton?" Ye Qingzhou’s eyes widened. "You can freely store away a one-ton object created with this? Store it... in your head?"

"I guess so..." ’It probably doesn’t get stored in my head—that makes me sound like a lunatic—but I can’t be bothered to correct her,’ Lin Fan thought. He simply nodded and replied.

"How many of these do you have?" she pressed.

"Just this one. It’s not easy to get." Lin Fan took the badge back from Ye Qingzhou’s hand and, with a thought, stored it back in his "head," leaving only the black one. "But I have more of this one. I can show you the process."

Saying that, he picked up Su Qing’s spear from the ground and walked to the edge of the bridge. With a few sharp CLANGS, he sliced off the railing, cutting away several sections of the steel guardrail.

’The blueprint process isn’t picky about materials anyway,’ he thought. ’As long as it’s metal.’

He gripped the piece of metal in his hand, and then, with a flicker of intent—

[Confirming use...]

The piece of metal in his hand instantly lost its form, transforming into a translucent phantom. It seemed to be made of some kind of energy, weightless, as if a single puff of air could disperse it.

This made everyone crowded around him stare with wide eyes, not daring to even breathe.

Then, several translucent phantoms of materials materialized from the void, merging one by one into the phantom of the metal piece. The energy grew more and more solid until it had almost reformed into the shape of the guardrail section.