There's something wrong with me

"Boss! Let's go gather food first!"

In such a dangerous environment, having a 'leader' giving orders makes a difference.

The interviewers and others now had a goal and motivation, and they went to the snack area one after another.

Zhang Feng didn't follow them; instead, he began searching for a handy 'weapon'.

He walked around the room.

Zhang Feng saw a fire axe under a table.

He picked it up and weighed it in his hand.

Zhang Feng felt that the axe wasn't heavy for his physique, but it just didn't feel right.

"It seems there's no practice related to axe techniques in my memory."

Zhang Feng subconsciously moved his body, assuming the starting stance of Baguazhang.

"And I need to take some time to practice my boxing, to complete the entire Baguazhang routine."

"Because although I have the muscle memory of Baguazhang, I still need to personally experience the complete boxing force techniques."

"That way, even if I go back to reality to practice, I'll have a sense of the 'right path' to take."

Zhang Feng calculated the gains and losses, feeling that if there was a chance within these forty-eight hours, he would definitely have to 'himself' give himself a martial arts demonstration several times.

Zhang Feng deeply understood that the more familiar he was with the current 'himself', the more shortcuts and conveniences it would create for the real him.

Of course, the most important thing now is a handy weapon.

Clang, clang.

He continued to search.

For a time, Zhang Feng swung all the tables, chairs, and benches to test them, to see which one felt right.

But after trying them all, they weren't as good as that axe.

Until Zhang Feng went through a few rooms and came to a conference room, where he saw a large whiteboard inlaid with steel bars.

Peng Teng!

He kicked it, demolishing it violently, saving himself the trouble of unscrewing the screws.

He looked at the best and straightest steel bar among them.

Zhang Feng slowly pulled it out from the ruins of the whiteboard.

The setting sun outside the window refracted light.

This bar was 1.2 meters long and as thick as a thumb.

A cold chill emerged from the end, engraved with icy words such as [Linjia City Daxing Steel Factory - 0311-2021].

Zhang Feng swung it around, creating gusts of wind.

Truly a good factory!

A good weapon!

He familiarized himself with the weight of the steel bar.

Zhang Feng then found a small toolbox.

He returned to the conference room again.

Using a large saw, he sawed off a piece of wood from the thick table.

He polished it slightly.

Then he drilled a hole in the middle with a large screwdriver.

He wrapped a few circles of wire around the outside of the wood.

Having done all this.

Zhang Feng looked up and saw a suit jacket draped over a chair.

Whirr—

Regardless of who it belonged to, he tore it open directly.

Then he picked up the steel bar, wrapped some scraps of cloth around the end, applied strong glue, and twisted the steel bar firmly into the wood.

Bang, bang—

He tapped it on the ground a few times, hammering it solid.

The wood was quite cooperative and didn't crack.

He made a handle.

Then he tightened the outer circle of wire.

Finally, he wrapped some strips of cloth around the handle a couple of times.

A simple steel bar knife was made.

Finally, he sharpened the front end.

Zhang Feng named it 'Night Demon Hunter's Blade'.

Swinging it a few times, it felt even more handy.

After Zhang Feng had a weapon, he also found that his survival rate changed again.

[8% + (16%)]

Having a weapon increased his survival rate by 16% compared to before!

Now it's a total of 24%.

"Weapons also have an impact on survival."

Zhang Feng's thinking became clearer and clearer.

Grumble—

At this moment, a sound came from his stomach.

Zhang Feng rubbed his stomach, feeling like he was a little bit hungry.

But it was only 4:15 PM.

Zhang Feng thought about it and began to recall the memories of eating, realizing that the 'original Zhang Feng' had only eaten lunch at 12:30 PM.

Normally, he shouldn't be hungry until 6 or 7 PM.

"It seems that the increase in physique led to an increase in consumption? Plus, I just had a burst of activity, and finally couldn't hold on anymore?"

Zhang Feng felt that this should be the case.

He picked up the steel bar knife.

Zhang Feng went to meet up with the others in the snack area.

… …

"Grab the canned goods; they're high in calories."

Fifty meters away.

Inside a snack area resembling a small supermarket.

The interviewers and others were pushing six small carts, selecting food.

At this moment, they were basically full, filled with high-calorie foods and high-energy drinks.

"Is that enough?" The male employee looked at the full carts. "If we get any more, we won't be able to carry it."

"We'll take as much as we can," the interviewer was still carefully selecting. "Because we can appropriately hide some along the way while we're looking for the exit."

"Manager Chen is right," someone agreed. "After we leave, this place will definitely be 'occupied'.

If we can't get out by then and can't find more to eat, then everyone will be in trouble."

"Yes, the main thing is not being able to get out." The interviewer looked at the male employee separately. "Especially since you don't want to have any conflicts.

If we have things hidden along the way at that time, it will ensure that we won't lack food in the short term."

"Cunning…" The male employee nodded silently. "Impressive."

"It's best if you sincerely praise me." The interviewer shook his head. "Because although I'm doing this more for myself, it's also for us."

Tap, tap—

While the others were talking.

Zhang Feng walked in from outside.

"Who?!" They were startled at first, but after seeing Zhang Feng's appearance clearly, they relaxed and shouted:

"Boss…"

"Boss, see if there's anything else we need to take?"

"We've collected almost enough food."

Several people reported one after another.

'So handsome!' A young man looked enviously at the homemade weapon in Zhang Feng's hand.

Rough, thick.

It looked like it had a lot of impact.

"Since you said before that we can't get out from below," Zhang Feng picked up a chocolate bar, tore open the wrapper, "then we'll go from above, first trying to take the elevator.

The chances of encountering monsters in the elevator will definitely be less than on the dozen or so floors of stairs."

"This is the fourth floor; this building has fifteen floors." The interviewer was the first to speak, wanting to prove that he really understood the building.

"I also agree with the boss's idea, but the problem now is that the power supply system is broken, and all the elevators are out of service, so… Boss, we may still have to take the stairs…"

'The power supply is broken?'

Hearing him say that.

Zhang Feng looked around, seeing that the supermarket was a bit dim.

It was completely relying on the sunlight outside the windows to support the indoor lighting.

'The me in this world is already aware of the power outage, so I didn't feel anything was wrong all along.'

Zhang Feng discovered another point, which was that he needed to figure out the memories as soon as possible.

Understand the surrounding situation.

"Then let's take the stairs with our things." Zhang Feng nodded, then started eating to replenish his energy while recalling the current details.

As his memories gradually surfaced.

Zhang Feng finally understood that 'he' was a job seeker.

But during the noon interview, monsters suddenly appeared.

Then the power went out.

After the initial panic.

'He' and these people ran downstairs together, trying to find an exit, but found they couldn't get out.

So they went back upstairs, wanting to find weapons in some of the offices.

Finally, I came and took over this person's body.

Crack, crack—

While recalling, Zhang Feng ate a bag of imported cookies as if watching a movie.

Ahead.

The interviewer and others carefully led the way, with several people pushing a cart and following behind.

Rustle, rustle—

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At the stairwell.

The interviewer and others stopped, looking at the entrance four meters away, not daring to move forward.

They were afraid that as soon as the door was pushed open, a monster would rush out.

"Don't make any noise."

Zhang Feng instructed in a low voice, put down the third bag of cookies, held the steel bar knife close to the door, and listened intently.

Gurgle—

A unique, muffled sound of a monster came from inside.

It also sounded like snoring.

Several continuous sounds.

It seemed that there were indeed monsters inside, and more than one.

Zhang Feng quietly moved away from the door, looked at the interviewer, and pointed backward with his palm, signaling him to move away a bit.

He left.

Zhang Feng followed two steps and asked in a low voice, "Is there any other way out?"

He shook his head, fear showing in his eyes.

Seeing the boss's appearance and such a tone.

He knew there were monsters inside.

Not just him, the others also showed panic, fleeing from the vicinity of the entrance one after another, then looking at Zhang Feng.

Zhang Feng pondered for a few seconds, picked up the cookies again, "Let's check again tomorrow."

Since the road wasn't easy to walk.

Zhang Feng needed to prepare to endure the time and farm attributes.

… …

The next day.

Six o'clock in the afternoon.

Zhang Feng woke up from the office, looked at the two people still sleeping, and the four people on guard.

Last night, several people took turns sleeping.

Zhang Feng stayed up all night cooperating with the rotating people to reinforce the defense settings at the door.

In between, everyone slept.

Zhang Feng practiced martial arts alone.

When he was tired of practicing, he chose to continue reinforcing.

And at this moment, the door had been overlapped with several thick wooden boards, expansion screws reinforced around it, and some steel bars inserted in between.

After all, there was still yesterday's monster next door.

There were also some near the safety stairs.

Zhang Feng was really afraid of them rushing out.

But now, Zhang Feng, who had just woken up, wasn't very afraid anymore.

"My physique has increased by twenty-five points."

Zhang Feng looked at the text.

It had been 25 hours since he came to this world.

His current physique was 43.

Four times that of a normal person!

[Survival Probability: 65% + (10%)]

75%!

Because of the rapid increase in physique, the superposition of the steel bar knife was weakened a bit.

It seemed that the 'Novice Trial Mission' of the adventure world, except for the first scene being a bit unfriendly.

As long as you chose the right enhancement, it was still very friendly.

At least the survival probability was easily raised.

Zhang Feng now had complete confidence in finding that monster to practice with.

But these were not the most important things.

The most important thing was that Zhang Feng discovered that sleeping in this world actually caused him to dream?

If it weren't for the text in front of him, and the two new 'enhancement options'.

Zhang Feng would have thought that he was really living in a doomsday.

Or, for the interviewer and them, this was the real world, their real world.

Zhang Feng glanced at them with a worried look, then looked at the text in his field of vision.

[Fourth Enhancement]

[1: An ordinary piano]

[2: Intermediate Fighting Memory (Selected)]

[3: A bottle of painkiller]

A dozen hours ago.

Zhang Feng had already chosen the fighting memory.

He got 'Intermediate Bajiquan'.

But his physique hadn't increased much, not even enough for '1'.

However, perhaps because both were fist and foot martial arts.

It made Zhang Feng seem to be more comfortable when converting his force.

Zhang Feng practiced many times last night in the one hour when everyone was sleeping, and he could clearly feel it.

It's just that there was no text for this, so it was impossible to observe it specifically.

Zhang Feng recalled for a while, then looked again at the fifth enhancement that appeared when he was sleeping.

Also the last enhancement in this world.

[1: Physique +10]

[2: Horny Skin]

[3: Improved Cabbage Seeds]

Zhang Feng first looked at 2.

[Horny Skin: Ordinary]

[Effect: You often practice hard qigong, making your skin slightly harder (If you practice hard qigong-type martial arts, the effect of horny skin is increased by 5%)]

Zhang Feng glanced at it and felt that it wasn't very good at the moment, so he skipped it first.

Looking at 3.

[Improved Cabbage Seeds: Ordinary]

[Effect: If not destroyed during the planting period, the minimum harvest after 30 days is ten cabbages, each cabbage increases physique by 1.5]

This was pretty good, belonging to long-term development, but there was no time to plant it.

However, since there was a concept of 30 days, there should also be adventure worlds with 'longer time'.

Zhang Feng pondered for a few seconds and chose physique.

A familiar warm current surged throughout his body.

His current physique was 53!

530 pounds.

With the explosive techniques in his memory, he could exert twice the force!

A thousand pounds!

[Survival Probability: 81 + (9%)]

90%!

'90%…' Zhang Feng shook his arm and looked next door.

Thump, thump—

That monster was still hitting the door from time to time.

"It's still hitting the door of that office…" Although the people in the room were still a little panicked, they felt a little more at ease after looking at the defensive measures in their room.

"We need to start planning to eat today." The interviewer, whose hair was always smooth, had a slightly messy hairstyle today.

But he didn't care, but came to a small cart.

Before starting to count.

He looked at Zhang Feng, who had been looking next door.

"Boss, we currently have eight small carts.

The things in the snack area have basically been moved in last night, would you like to check them first?"

"No need." Zhang Feng answered irrelevantly, and looked at the defensive measures at the door, "It can be dismantled."