"Boss! Let's go collect food first!"
In such a dangerous environment, having a 'leader' giving instructions.
The interviewers and others suddenly had a target, had motivation; several people went to the snacks area.
Zhang Feng didn't join them; instead, he began searching for a handy 'weapon.'
Taking a turn around the room.
Zhang Feng saw a fire axe underneath the table.
Picked it up and hefted it.
Zhang Feng felt that the axe wasn't heavy for his constitution, but it felt awkward.
"Seems there's no practice regarding axe techniques in memory experiences."
Zhang Feng instinctively moved his body, posing in the initial Eight Trigrams Palm stance.
"And find some time to practice fist techniques properly, going through the entire Eight Trigrams Palm set."
"Although I have muscle memory related to Eight Trigrams Palm, I still need to personally understand the complete fist technique.""
"This way, even if I practice in reality, I'd have a sense of where the 'correct path' should lead."
Zhang Feng calculated gains and losses and thought that within these forty-eight hours, if given a chance, he would definitely 'perform martial arts' a few times for himself."
Zhang Feng understood profoundly that the more familiar he becomes with the 'current self,' the more shortcuts and conveniences he would have for the real self."
Of course, the most important thing now is a handy weapon."
Rustle.
Searching continues.
For a moment, Zhang Feng tried swinging tables, chairs, and benches to see which felt right."
But after trying all, none was as good as the axe.
Until Zhang Feng wandered into a meeting room, and saw a large writing board with steel bars embedded.
Bang!
With a kick, he dismantled it forcefully, saving the effort of unscrewing screws.
Looking at the best, straightest steel bar among them.
Zhang Feng slowly extracted it from the debris of the writing board.
The sunset refracted outside the window.
This bar was one meter and twenty centimeters long, thumb-thick."
The end exuding coldness, engraved with the cold inscription [Lin Jia City Daxing Steel Factory-0311-2021].
Zhang Feng swung it, and wind followed."
"Indeed a good factory!"
"Good weapon!"
Familiarized himself with the steel bar's weight.
Zhang Feng next found a small toolbox.
Returned to the meeting room again."
Using a big saw, cut down a piece of wood from the sturdy table."
Polished it slightly."
Drilled a hole in the middle with a large screwdriver."
Wrapped a few circles of wire around the wood's exterior."
Having done all this."
Zhang Feng looked up, saw a suit jacket draped over a chair."
Rustle—
Didn't care whose it was, tore it open directly.
Then picked up the steel bar, wrapped some cloth fragments at the end, applied strong adhesive glue, and forcefully twisted the steel bar into the wood."
Bang—
Banged it on the ground to compact it."
The wood behaved well, didn't crack."
Made a handle.
Tightened the outer wire."
Finally, wrapped some cloth strips around the handle a couple of times."
A simple steel bar saber was made."
Then sharpened the front end."
Zhang Feng named it 'Nightmare Hunter's Blade.'
Swung it around; felt even handier."
Having a weapon, Zhang Feng noticed the survival rate changing again."
[8%+(16%)]
Holding a weapon increased survival rate by 16 points compared to before!"
Now it's 24% in total."
"Weapons affect survival too."
Zhang Feng's thoughts became clearer."
Rumble—
His stomach made a sound."
Zhang Feng rubbed his belly, feeling a bit hungry."
But it was only four fifteen in the afternoon."
Zhang Feng thought back, recalling meal memories, realizing 'The original Zhang Feng' ate at twelve-thirty."
Normally, hunger hits around six or seven in the evening."
"Seems that an increase in constitution leads to more consumption, coupled with the previous exertion, couldn't hold it?"
Zhang Feng thought it should be this way."
Picked up the steel bar saber."
Zhang Feng went to join the people in the snack area."
...
"Take the canned food, it has high calories."
Fifty meters away."
A snack area resembling a small supermarket."
The interviewers and others were pushing six small shopping carts, selecting food."
Now they were basically full, filled with high-calorie foods and high-energy drinks."
"Isn't this enough?" The male staffer saw the loaded carts, "Any more, and we can't carry them."
"Take as much as possible." The interviewer was still diligently choosing, "Because on our way to find the exit, we can appropriately hide some along the way."
"Manager Chen is right." Someone agreed, "Once we leave, this place will certainly be 'occupied.'
If by then we can't get out and can't find more food, everyone will be in trouble."
"Yes, mainly it's about not getting out." The interviewer looked at the male staffer alone, "Especially since you don't want conflict."
By that time, if the road has our hidden items, it would ensure we have food in the short term."
"Clever..." The male staffer nodded silently, "Impressive."
"It's best if you're sincerely praising me." The interviewer shook his head, "While I'm mostly doing this for myself, it's also for us."
Rat-tat—
As they talked."
Zhang Feng entered from outside."
"Who?!" They were startled at first, and once they recognized Zhang Feng, they relaxed and shouted:
"Boss..."
"Boss, what do you think we should take?"
"Our food collection is almost complete."
Several kinds came up one after another."
'Truly cool!' A young man admired Zhang Feng's self-made weapon."
Rough, sturdy."
It looked very impactful."
"Since you mentioned earlier that the ground floor is unreachable." Zhang Feng picked up a chocolate bar, tore open the wrapper, "Let's go from above, try using the elevator first."
Compared to ten-odd floors of stairs, the chance of encountering monsters in the elevator is definitely less."
"This is the fourth floor, the building has fifteen floors." The interviewer spoke first, trying to show he knew the building well.
"I also agree with the boss's idea, but the problem now is the power system is broken, elevators are all out, so... Boss, we might still have to take the stairs..."
'Power outage?' "
Upon hearing him say this."
Zhang Feng scanned the surroundings, noticing the dimness of the supermarket."
Supported purely by sunlight from outside the windows.
'In this world, I've been accustomed to power outages, so I've never felt something's wrong.'
Zhang Feng realized another thing: he should quickly understand memories."
Know the surrounding situation."
"Then let's take stuff and use the stairs." Zhang Feng nodded, then while eating to replenish energy, began remembering current details."
As memories gradually opened."
Zhang Feng finally learned 'his' identity was a job-seeker."
But during the interview around noon, monsters suddenly appeared.
Then the power supply was interrupted.
After the initial panic.
'I' and these people ran downstairs, trying to find an exit, but found that we couldn't get out.
So we went back upstairs, wanting to find weapons in some offices.
Finally, I came and took over this person's body.
Crack—
Zhang Feng recalled as if watching a movie, eating from a bag of imported cookies.
Ahead.
The interviewer cautiously led the way, while others followed with a cart, making clattering sounds.
Clatter—
Arriving at the stairway entrance.
The interviewer and others halted, staring at the entrance four meters away, not daring to proceed.
They feared that once the door was pushed open, a monster would rush out from inside.
"Don't make a sound."
Zhang Feng whispered a command, put down the third pack of cookies, and gripped a steel-bar knife, leaning close to the door, listening intently.
Groan—
A unique muffled sound from a monster came from inside.
Like snoring sounds.
Several continuous noises.
It seemed there were indeed monsters inside, and more than one.
Zhang Feng quietly moved away from the door, glanced at the interviewer, gesturing with his hand to have them stay back a bit.
He walked away.
Zhang Feng followed with two steps, whispering, "Are there other routes?"
He shook his head, fear showing in his eyes.
Seeing the boss's attitude and hearing such a tone.
He knew there were monsters inside.
Not just him, others also showed panic, successively moving away from the entrance, then looking at Zhang Feng.
Zhang Feng pondered for a few seconds, picked up the cookies again, "Let's see tomorrow."
Since the path wasn't easy to take.
Zhang Feng planned to endure the time, while boosting attributes.
...
The next day.
Six o'clock in the afternoon.
Zhang Feng woke up in the office, looking at the two still sleeping and the four on watch.
Last night, they took turns sleeping.
Zhang Feng stayed up all night cooperating with rotations, reinforcing the defensive setup at the entrance.
In between all were sleeping.
Zhang Feng practiced martial art alone.
When he grew tired, he chose to continue reinforcing.
As of now, the doorway had thick wood panels stacked, expansion screws fortifying around, with some steel bars interwoven.
After all, there was still yesterday's monster next door.
Also near the safety stairs.
Zhang Feng truly feared them charging out.
But now, Zhang Feng was not too afraid after waking up.
"Gained 25 points in Constitution."
Zhang Feng looked at the text.
In this world for 25 hours already.
The current Constitution is 43
Four times that of an ordinary person!
[Survival Rate: 65%+(10%)]
75%!
Due to the rapid growth in Constitution, the addition of the steel-bar knife was somewhat diminished.
It seemed the 'novice trial task' of the adventure world, besides the first scene not being very friendly.
The rest, as long as you choose the right strengthening, is quite friendly.
At least boosting the survival rate is fairly easy.
Zhang Feng now felt fully confident facing that monster for practice.
But these weren't the most important.
What's most crucial is discovering that sleeping in this world, he actually dreamed?
Had it not been for the text in front, and the two new 'strengthening options.'
Zhang Feng would have thought he really lived in an apocalyptic world.
Or, to the interviewer and them, this is the real world, their reality.
Zhang Feng glanced once at their distressed faces, then turned to the text in view.
[Fourth Strengthening]
[1: A regular piano]
[2: Intermediate Fighting Memory (selected)]
[3: A bottle of pain relief medication]
A dozen hours ago.
Zhang Feng already chose Fighting Memory.
Unlocked 'Intermediate Baji Fist'.
Yet Constitution didn't rise much, not enough for '1'
Perhaps because both were martial arts of barehand combat.
Making Zhang Feng better control his forces during conversion with more ease.
Last night within the hour everyone slept, Zhang Feng practiced repeatedly, clearly feeling it.
It's just that without text, unable to observe specifically.
Zhang Feng reminisced a while, again looked at the fifth strengthening appearing during sleep.
Also, the world's last strengthening.
[1: Constitution +10]
[2: Toughened Skin]
[3: Improved Cabbage Seeds]
Zhang Feng first looked at 2.
[Toughened Skin: Regular]
[Effect: You often practice Hard Qigong, making skin somewhat tough (if you learned Hard Qigong martial arts, the effect increases by 5%)]
Zhang Feng looked twice, feeling that it wasn't currently suitable, so he skipped it.
Then he viewed 3
[Improved Cabbage Seeds: Regular]
[Effect: If not damaged during planting, after 30 days, minimum yield of ten each, every cabbage increases Constitution by 1.5]
This is quite good, considered a long-term growth line, but no time to plant.
However, since there's the concept of 30 days, there might be an adventure world of 'longer durations.'
Zhang Feng contemplated for a few seconds, choosing Constitution.
A familiar warm current surged through the entire body.
The current Constitution is 53!
530 pounds.
Based on explosive techniques within memorized martial art, adequately able to exert double the force!
One thousand pounds!
[Survival Rate: 81+(9%)]
90%!
'90% now…' Zhang Feng shook his arms, looking at next door.
Thud thud—
The monster would occasionally still charge at the door.
"It's still hitting the office door..." The people inside, though a bit panicking, after glancing at their room's defensive measures, felt slightly calmer inside.
"From today, we need to start planning our food." The normally neatly groomed interviewer, today his hair was somewhat messy.
But he didn't care, instead moving to a small cart upfront.
Before beginning the count.
He looked at Zhang Feng constantly watching next door,
"Boss, we currently have eight small carts.
Most items from the snack area were moved in last night, would you like to check?"
"No need." Zhang Feng responded irrelevantly, and looked at the defensive measures by the door, "They can be dismantled."