Liu Yang was indeed thinking far ahead.
When he collected the baby formula earlier, he had already anticipated this.
With his system enhancement, his genetics had been modified, allowing him to successfully impregnate a woman on the first try every single time. It was a guaranteed hit.
This meant his children would be born in extremely close succession.
That was why he had gone to the hospital to look for medical supplies.
After all, pregnant women and newborns were particularly vulnerable to illness.
And while searching for medicine, finding a doctor or a nurse would be even better.
They could deliver the babies.
Liu Yang had not expected to find both a doctor and a nurse in a single trip.
This was ideal.
He would never have to worry about childbirth issues again.
This was also why Liu Yang had not hinted for Huang Xiuxia and Chen Xiaojin to visit his room.
He did not want his doctor and nurse to be heavily pregnant themselves when he needed them to deliver babies.
At the very least, their timelines had to be staggered.
The women knew Liu Yang was busy, so after chatting with him for a bit, they did not linger. Liu Yang returned to his room to rest, while the women headed to the kitchen to prepare lunch.
Back in his room, Liu Yang took a shower, lay down on the bed, and reflected on the day's harvest.
He had looted a wholesale market, several convenience stores, corner shops, three large supermarkets, and the entire medical stock of a major hospital.
On top of that, he had brought back a stunning surgeon and a beautiful nurse.
It was a massive haul.
However, he had also encountered a level three zombie at the hospital.
The speed of zombie evolution shocked him.
He had not expected level three zombies to appear so quickly. They possessed formidable combat strength; an ordinary level one ability user was no match for them. It would take at least a level two user to fight back.
With his system, Liu Yang's ability scaling was different from normal users.
His highest ability, Ice Manipulation, had reached level six, while his lowest, Zombie Control, was only level two.
Liu Yang was not sure whether he should consider himself a level six or level two ability user.
If calculated by stats, his base attributes were twenty times those of an ordinary human, which technically made him equivalent to a level ten user...
Still, up to this point, Liu Yang had yet to see any other ability user reach level two.
That did not mean level two users did not exist, only that there were none around him.
Yet level three zombies were already appearing.
Which meant zombies were evolving faster than human ability users.
Ordinary survivors-and even low-level ability users-were in grave danger.
Take Scarface Mouse's base, for example.
If a level three zombie led an attack, Scarface Mouse, as the sole ability user, would never be able to hold them off.
The entire base could be wiped out in an instant.
It seemed he needed to recruit more ability users into his own base...
Liu Yang made up his mind.
Tomorrow, when searching for food in more distant areas, he would try to recruit any ability users he encountered.
Only by expanding could his base grow strong enough to withstand zombie attacks.
While Liu Yang was lost in thought, a system notification popped up.
"Congratulations, Host! You have killed 2,000 zombies and gained 200 attribute points!"
Liu Yang blinked in surprise.
Then it hit him.
He had set fire to the hospital. The blaze must have incinerated the zombies inside.
However, the count felt wrong.
That was the largest hospital in the city, with three inpatient towers alone. There should have been at least five thousand zombies inside.
Yet he had only received credit for two thousand.
Did that mean the remaining zombies, led by level two or level three variants, had escaped the flames?
It seemed that as zombies gained intelligence, simply burning down buildings would no longer be enough to wipe them out completely...
He distributed the 200 attribute points evenly.
All of his base stats reached 1,050 points.
......
Meanwhile, at a survivor base twenty kilometers away.
Scarface Mouse was leading a team of able-bodied men out to search for food.
Since he was now the only ability user left in the base, they had to target small convenience stores and mini-marts.
In the past, a team of ability users could easily clear out large supermarkets.
Now, leading ordinary men, he had to tread carefully just to survive in the gaps.
Scarface Mouse had never imagined that he, once the weakest ability user in the base, would become its strongest protector.
Carrying the weight of the base on his shoulders felt incredibly stressful.
The entire community depended on him now.
The potatoes Liu Yang had lent the base were already cut and planted in the soil.
However, during the months before harvest, they still had to scavenge for food.
So Scarface Mouse led the men on scavenging runs while the women stayed behind to tend the crops.
Just then, a survivor called out, "Brother Mouse, there are four zombies wandering ahead in front of the convenience store. We can't get past!"
Although Scarface Mouse was short-under 1.6 meters tall-and only in his early twenties, the muscular men around him treated him with absolute respect.
He was the only ability user among them. Short as he was, his base attributes were double those of a normal human.
None of them could beat him in a fight.
Besides, Scarface Mouse was a key figure in "God Liu's" inner circle.
How could ordinary survivors dare disrepect him?
They all addressed him respectfully as Brother Mouse and reported to him the moment danger appeared.
Scarface Mouse stood on tiptoe to peer ahead, confirming four zombies wandering near the entrance.
Just four zombies. In the past, when the base was at full strength, they would have charged over and chopped them down without a second thought.
But things were different now.
Scarface Mouse was the sole pillar holding the base together.
He pondered their options.
That convenience store was their target for the day.
If four zombies scared them off, they would return empty-handed.
And the base was running dangerously low on food.
Scarface Mouse gritted his teeth. "Wait here. I'll go take care of them."
"Brother Mouse, there are four of them. Alone..."
"Yeah, Brother Mouse, even as an ability user, fighting four zombies at once won't be easy. Should we come with you?"
"That's right, Brother Mouse! The whole base relies on you now. If something happens to you, we're all done for!"
"We might be ordinary humans, but it's only four zombies. We can help!"
The men expressed their concerns one after another.
They knew Scarface Mouse had awakened a burrowing ability, not a combat skill.
And he wasn't immune to the zombie virus.
A single scratch could infect him.
If he fell, the base's only ability user would be gone.
"No need. Moving in a group makes too much noise and might draw more of them.
Don't worry. I might not have a combat ability, but I'm no pushover!"
With a solemn look, Scarface Mouse dived into the ground.