Doomsday: with unlimited warehouse system



Upon hearing what the little girl said, a hint of fear appeared on the man's face, and then he became enraged. It seemed that, in his eyes, the little girl's mother was an even more terrifying presence.

"Kill... Kill you both!"man glared at David and Fatso fiercely, and suddenly, his doll-like body started to inflate rapidly. In the blink of an eye, he transformed into the size of a normal person. However, the combination of a doll's body and a human head was eerie and sent shivers down one's spine. Blood began to ooze from his eye sockets, making crisp sounds as it dripped onto the floor.

"Daddy's getting angry! Great!" The little girl watched the man grow in excitement, clapping her rotten and decaying hands.

"This guy seems a bit tough to handle." Fatso held the large cleaver and stared at the man, telling David, "Just from the aura he's emitting, I can tell he's not ordinary. He's probably stronger than any zombie monster we've encountered so far." This made him furrow his brow, feeling nervous.

David looked at the menacing man before him and silently nodded in agreement with Fatso. He was right. Both the man and the little girl seemed to be at Level 9, about equal to David's own strength. If there were no domain set up by the ghost zombie, David could easily handle them alone. However, now it was apparent that they posed a bit of a challenge for him.

Yet, there was no trace of anxiety or worry on David's face. He knew that if he wanted to find and kill the ghost zombie, he had to pass this test. Not only pass it but also show the ghost zombie in the darkness just how formidable he was. So, without hesitation, David tightened his grip on the alloy short knife.

Seeing David's eager expression, Fatso quickly reached out and tugged on his clothes, urgently saying, "A wise man submits to circumstances, brother. Let's run! Trust me, I could run out of here even with my eyes closed. I'll definitely shake them off."

In Fatso's view, it was wise to choose the path of retreat. Even though he still craved the blood and bones of the ghost zombie, he couldn't afford to think about that in the current situation. After all, he was just an ordinary person without awakened abilities. Relying solely on the strength of a Dawn Scavenger, he was completely incapable of dealing with the man before them.

But it seemed that David didn't hear Fatso's words at all. He continued to stare fixedly at the man before him. This made Fatso anxious. "Brother, listen to me," he tried to persuade David. However, before Fatso could finish his sentence, the man let out a low roar and charged towards them in a frenzy.

"Oh, shoot! Why is it that trouble comes as soon as I speak?" Fatso didn't have time to think and immediately raised the cleaver above his head, preparing to strike the man charging at them.

David also wielded his alloy short knife and slashed it towards the man's heart. Two crisp metal clashes instantly sounded in their ears.  the man saw Fatso's large cleaver and David's alloy short knife both hit he at the same time. However, as their blades made contact with  the man,  the man previously soft and spongy body suddenly turned as hard as steel. Seeing the sparks fly, David and Fatso quickly retracted their weapons and took a step back.

"Is this guy made of iron? Why is he so tough?" Fatso rubbed his sore palm and grumbled. He looked at the man with increasingly cautious eyes. The attack just now confirmed his suspicion that the man before them was not to be underestimated.

Fatso looked at David again, feeling puzzled about what this guy was planning to do. Did he want to confront the man head-on or stay here and look for a breakthrough? Either way, Fatso believed the odds of success were slim. This was already the fourth level, and the monsters inside were definitely not low-level skeletons like on the third floor.

However, seeing David's resolute gaze, Fatso could only sigh helplessly. After all, he was the one who decided to stay and help David in the first place. Now he couldn't just leave; that would jeopardize the plan for the Apocalypse War Chariot and the Genetic Fruits. Thinking about David's cool Apocalypse War Chariot, Fatso felt satisfied.

At this moment, David turned to Fatso and said, "Don't let your guard down. The real battle with it is about to begin."

The real battle? Hearing David say this, Fatso suppressed his excitement and looked at the man again. Indeed! The man seemed to have been provoked by their actions in the previous attack. His aura now erupted like a fierce desert wind, making it hard for anyone to breathe.

Meanwhile, the little girl stood with her hands on her hips, angrily staring at the man. "Daddy! If you don't kill these guys and make me happy, I'll definitely tell Mommy! Mommy loves me the most, and she'll take revenge for me!"

This left the man with no room for hesitation. Fear on his face was replaced by intense rage. "You... you dared to upset my daughter; you must die!" After uttering these words again, the man reached into his own mouth.

"Oh, damn! What is this guy doing?" Fatso looked at his extremely disgusting behavior with disdain.

David, however, slightly furrowed his brow. He saw the man reach into his mouth, seemingly searching for something. And indeed, after a moment, the man chuckled softly and slowly pulled a long sword from his mouth. The sword was covered in a white liquid that looked particularly repulsive.

"Hiding a sword in his mouth? He's quite the genius! Let me tell you, don't touch me with your sword covered in some unknown liquid!" Fatso took a step back, holding his nose. Although he was still weaker than the man in strength, he was definitely superior in trash-talking.

Ignoring Fatso's words, the man turned respectfully to glance at the little girl and then charged towards David once more. By now, David had already realized the power of the man's sword. He leaped up from the ground, using the White Crane Soars in the Clouds technique to step on the man's sword, propelling himself into the air.

At the same time, David fiercely threw his alloy short knife towards the man's head.