Doomsday: with unlimited warehouse system



[Ding! Host's choice to enhance the Spatial Blades has been detected. Enhancement in progress! ]

[Ding! Congratulations, host. Enhancement successful! ]

As the voice of the system sounded, the Spatial Blades slowly materialized in David's hands. A faint blue blade quickly passed through a visible white halo, continuously tempering the blade and causing the Spatial Blades to emit a resounding vibration.

David held the handle of the blade, and a power capable of tearing through everything surged through his entire body. He swung the blade towards the void. "Boom!" Sparks quickly erupted, and a black spatial rift suddenly appeared.

"Increasing the critical hit rate by twenty percent truly allows it to tear through space!" Looking at the spatial rift, David couldn't help but nod. With this enhancement, the power of the Spatial Blades had significantly increased compared to before. Furthermore, according to the system's prompt, as his level and strength improved in the future, the critical hit rate of the Spatial Blades would continue to strengthen. This would gradually unleash David's full potential.

Satisfied, David retracted the Spatial Blades and entered his personal warehouse system. Through his continuous efforts and the system's critical hit blessing, the warehouse was now filled with various resources piled up like mountains. Looking at these valuable items, David began to contemplate. Obviously, he couldn't possibly use up all these resources at the moment. While they wouldn't go to waste or expire, they were still rare and precious.

If other survivors found out that David was so extravagant during the apocalypse, their eyes would probably pop out with envy. After inspecting for a while, David decided that he should find an opportunity to properly manage these resources. Leaving the warehouse system, David calmed himself down and began to train and refine his physical body.

On the other side, Monica was leaning against the window, bored as she looked out into the apocalyptic world. "Abraham isn't here, and that guy Danny has disappeared again. Sigh!" She paused for a moment and couldn't help but sigh.

"Creak!" Suddenly, the base door was pushed open, and Danny slowly walked in from outside. Glancing at Danny, Monica's face showed a hint of displeasure.

"Where have you been these past few days? Why are you being so secretive?" Monica's voice just fell when she sensed Danny's weakened aura. This startled her, and she quickly walked towards Danny.

"Are you injured?" Monica asked with concern on her face.

At this moment, Danny's face was pale and devoid of color. Weakly glancing at Monica, he casually said, "It's nothing. I just accidentally encountered a high-level zombie." After speaking, he staggered towards his own room.

Monica hurriedly walked up to support him and led him to the bedroom. "You look so weak. I'll make some herbal medicine for you." Saying that, Monica quickly entered the kitchen. In a short while, she returned with a bowl of herbal concoction.

Danny finished drinking the potion, and his complexion improved significantly, which put Monica at ease. She intended to inquire further about what had happened, but Danny smiled slightly and said, "I'm fine now, I just need to rest for a while."

Monica nodded and gave a few instructions before leaving the room. As she departed, Danny suddenly frowned and spat out a mouthful of blood, his face turning extremely pale once again. He slowly lifted his clothes, revealing a fist-sized hole in his chest. Blood continued to gush out from the wound, presenting a gruesome sight.

"Damn it! I didn't expect to be ambushed by a Thundering Zombie!" Danny gritted his teeth. Upon entering the Desolate Land, he had immediately come across a golden silk armor, guarded by a high-level Thundering Zombie. It took dozens of rounds of intense battle before he managed to repel it.

However, just as Danny was about to pick up the golden silk armor, the Thundering Zombie unexpectedly underwent evolution. Its aura skyrocketed instantly, and a bolt of lightning shot out from its mouth.

Danny had sensed something was amiss and tried to dodge, but the lightning was too fast. Before he could react, it pierced through his chest, dealing a severe blow to his strength. Fortunately, he had obtained the golden silk armor and quickly retreated from the Desolate Land.

Feeling the excruciating pain in his chest, Danny gathered all his energy to focus on the wound. Soon, visible to the naked eye, new flesh and blood began to grow, covering the wound.

After half an incense stick's worth of time, Danny's wound had completely healed, and his face regained a healthy color. After a short period of further recuperation, his energy had fully recovered, returning to his initial state.

Danny smiled faintly, adjusted his golden-rimmed glasses, and conjured the golden silk armor from the void. As he looked at the armor woven from golden threads, a thought crossed his mind, and he donned it. The golden silk armor was extremely lightweight, like a feather, but its defensive power was formidable. It could even withstand ordinary attacks from some Espers. This instantly elevated his physical defense by a level.

Feeling the changes in his body, Danny rose from his seat and walked to the window. The streets were still in ruins, with scattered zombies roaming about. However, as Danny's gaze fell upon them, a powerful aura compelled them to immediately kneel in his direction.

"Heh," Danny chuckled lightly, observing the zombies bowing their heads in submission. During the advent of the apocalypse, he had conceived the idea of ruling this world. In his eyes, it was a world for the strong, where only those with great power deserved to stand upon the ruins. The weak could only become ants beneath his feet.

However, after activating the Second Red Light, Danny discovered the presence of someone seemingly even stronger than himself: David. Invisibly, Danny perceived David as the greatest threat to his dominance over this world, something he absolutely could not allow. He knew that one day he would trample David underfoot—it was only a matter of time. At that moment, he would become the sole helmsman of this eerie world, while the surviving humans would become his subjects. With this in mind, a faint smile appeared on Danny's face. He tightened his fist, and an agonized cry erupted from a zombie on the street, reduced to a pile of flesh.