National Games: Hang up from the zombie apocalypse

Chapter 3312 Fight

No near misses.

Adam no longer hesitated, put away the War Soul Spirit, ran to the second floor to register, and then hurriedly left the temple.

After the intense tension, a feeling of exhaustion washed over me.

Adam felt that he was no longer in a suitable condition to continue accepting missions or return to the academy to train in martial arts.

go back first.

See if I can do some low-energy mental training when I get back, and get some rest as soon as possible.

After leaving the temple, Adam hurried home.

Zain finally grew bolder and attached himself to Adam, communicating with Fang Heng through his mental consciousness.

"Damn, that scared me to death! I almost got driven away. Brother Fang Heng, you're really something."

Zain was also startled.

Who knew that at the final moment of teleportation, when the reversal occurred, the holy light shone so intensely that he almost couldn't hold on.

Fortunately, Fang Heng intervened in time to block the divine fluctuations for him.

"Your methods are also quite good. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have been able to attach myself to him on my own."

"Hehe, just a little trick."

Zane chuckled.

Being unfamiliar with the place, he didn't dare to recklessly unleash his shadow power to patrol everywhere. He simply observed the surroundings and whispered, "Brother Fang Heng, this place is too abnormal. There is the aura of the God Clan everywhere, and everyone has more or less residual aura of the God Clan on them."

"To be precise, it is divine power."

Fang Heng was bolder than Zane.

After switching to his divine form's power attribute, his power not only protected and concealed Zane's own evil god power, but also merged with the aura released by Adam himself, making him extremely difficult to detect.

“In our world, sacred science is a system of power that, in theory, can be practiced by everyone.”

Fang Heng gave a simple explanation, continuing to observe the layout of the city, and said, "This world is similar to some worlds I've seen before; they are all inhabited by people who have received basic training in sacred science."

"Damn, that's a terrible world."

Zain disliked the power of the gods the most. He pursed his lips and continued, "It seems they haven't discovered the situation in the Underworld yet. What's their next move?"

"No rush, let's take another look. There's plenty of time. Let's familiarize ourselves with this world first."

"Okay, it's up to you."

……

"Adam, why are you back so early today? Are you not feeling well? Are you going to the academy to train tonight?"

Adam's family lived in a slum.

A family of six squeezed into a small, dilapidated house on the second floor of a building, which was less than 80 square meters.

The mother was worried when she saw that Adam came home unusually early today and noticed that he didn't look well.

"I'm fine. I'm just a little tired today. Just leave dinner outside my room. I'm going back to my room to meditate now."

Adam was feeling unwell today. As soon as he got home, he went into his room, greeted his parents, locked the door, and began his meditation practice.

Time is tight and tasks are heavy.

The final exam is coming up soon.

Time was too tight; he barely had enough money to raise another War Soul Hero.

How to do?

He couldn't bring himself to explain to his parents that the heroic spirits had been consumed.

He couldn't say it.

Even if he told them, what difference would it make? His parents had supported him to go to college, and the whole family was struggling to make ends meet. They had even mortgaged their house and couldn't raise any more money.

Perhaps because he was too impatient, Adam felt that entering a meditative state was unusually slow today.

In addition, he had a strange feeling that he was being watched in the dark by someone.

The more impatient you are, the more difficult your meditation practice will be.

At this moment, Fang Heng and the other person had separated from Adam and were communicating with each other in the form of the evil god dark mist and the form of a soul.

“Fang Heng, I could sense his anxiety and unease.”

Zane licked his lips lightly, looked at Adam with a hint of admiration in his eyes, "This kid is a good prospect, and his soul is very resilient. You don't mind if I recruit a follower, do you?"

"Oh?"

Fang Heng immediately became interested, glanced at Adam curiously, and asked, "Of course, but he seems to be a believer of the God race. Are you sure there won't be any problems?"

"Hehe, things are more interesting when they are difficult."

Zane chuckled, transformed into a shadow, and once again attached himself to Adam.

Adam was still in a meditative state when suddenly his expression turned serious.

A voice suddenly rang in my mind.

"Adam...this world is very unfair, isn't it?"

Um! ?

Adam was suddenly jolted awake from his meditative state.

"Who!? Who's speaking!"

No response.

Adam felt a chill run down his spine. He looked up and re-examined his dilapidated room, glancing around and checking for anything suspicious.

Was that sound just now... a hallucination?

Is it because you've been under too much pressure lately?

Adam dared not continue meditating and decided to take a shower and get some rest.

"That's it?"

Fang Heng looked at Zain, who was floating away from Adam, with a hint of confusion in his eyes.

"Don't rush, Brother Fang Heng. I may not be as good as you at fighting, but I have plenty of experience in recruiting followers."

Zain chuckled, unconcerned.

"The seed of inner demons has been planted; we just need to wait for it to sprout."

"alright."

Fang Heng shrugged, thinking to himself that if it were him, he would just 'ding' in Adam's head and give him a task, and that would be the end of it.

"The kid's asleep. Let's go check out the surrounding area."

"it is good."

……

The next day.

The alarm clock woke Adam from his sleep.

I didn't sleep well last night, and my body still feels a bit heavy.

While sleeping, Adam kept replaying the voice in his mind and pondering its words.

fair?

From a young age, after he was found to have a strong talent for alchemical sealing, his parents poured too much expectation into him and invested too many resources in him, to the point that his two younger brothers were unable to continue their schooling.

Ridiculous! What kind of bullshit fairness is this!

For someone from the lower class like him, he has always been working hard since childhood.

Working day and night!

I'll do everything I can to live a better life!

Not fighting?

There is only one dead end.

Thinking of the heavy burden at home, Adam once again pushed his weary body to his feet.

There are also practical training courses at the college in the morning.

Adam hurriedly got up and splashed cold water on his face to wake himself up.

Back in the living room, my mother had already prepared breakfast.

"You don't look well. Did you stay up late again last night?"

"Yeah, I went to bed a little late."

"Don't be too tense, you need to relax sometimes."

"Well, I know."

Adam's two younger brothers did not go to school. Now they are able to help their father carry supplies outside the city as apprentices. The whole family always gets up early and sits around the table to eat, but they seem a little silent.

Adam's family knows he's under a lot of pressure lately due to his final exams, which is interesting.

"I'm stuffed."

"Go for it, bro."

"Well, I will."

Adam clenched his fist, patted his younger brother on the shoulder, and strode out of the school. (End of Chapter)