Bab 3: The Tower Rose, The Apocalypse Descended!
Editor: Atlas Studios
He went down the stairs and came to the door.
The front door of the house was a heavy custom-made security door with five sturdy door locks.
In addition, Lu Ming had installed a surveillance system at the door.
He turned on the electronic screen on the wall and could see the view of the doorway.
As the doorbell continued to ring with a "ding-dong" sound, Lu Ming could see through the electronic screen, two uniformed delivery men standing outside the door.
Lu Ming's voice rang out, transmitted through the speaker to the outside.
"Just leave the package at the door."
The two delivery men outside were stunned. After looking at each other, one of them spoke.
"Sir, your package is not light in weight, and we're responsible for the installation."
"No need, just leave it at the doorstep. I'll take care of it myself."
After hearing that, the two delivery men no longer insisted. Since the customer did not mind handling it himself, they were happy to have less work to do.
Inside the house, Lu Ming waited until the two delivery men walked away before opening the door and stepping out.
A small mountain of packages was piled up.
The packages contained barbells, dumbbells, weight plates, a gantry frame, back pullers, and so on. The total weight was measured in tons.
Lu Ming packed the things himself and dragged them inside through the door, preparing to gradually deliver each item to the second-floor fitness area later.
After about half an hour later, when Lu Ming felt exhausted, the task was finally completed.
Dragging the last of the weights into the house from outside the door, Lu Ming wiped the beads of sweat off his forehead and looked at the piles of packages in front of him with a satisfied smile.
With these items and professional fitness knowledge, I might be able to farm attributes faster.
Perhaps the two words were used appropriately.
Because Lu Ming was not sure if he was right.
However, Lu Ming firmly believed that the end of the world was approaching and wealth was just a worldly possession. When it came to spending money, the current Lu Ming did not feel the slightest bit of heartache.
He immediately began to plan his fitness programme for tomorrow. In a moment, Lu Ming was about to make a complete schedule, but he suddenly felt a tremor beneath his feet.
The tremor came violently and receded quickly. Lu Ming was stunned at first, then he immediately turned to look at the door.
At this moment, with the door still opened, Lu Ming could clearly see the city center in the distance, about 10 kilometers away from his home. Accompanied by violent shaking of the earth, a black tower rose from the ground and rose higher and higher. Soon, it surpassed the surrounding skyscrapers in the city center, standing tall and prominent in the clouds.
The sudden turn of events caught the attention of everyone in Nanxiang City.
For a moment, cries of astonishment and screams filled the air.
Lu Ming did not scream. He was only stunned for a moment before he immediately went to the door.
"Bang!"
The heavy door was completely shut.
"Click, click, click, click, click.
The consecutive five sounds meant that the five door locks were locked tightly.
He tapped a few times on the electronic screen next to the door. Accompanied by a barely audible buzzing sound, all the windows on the first and second floors were sealed shut with iron panels, completely blocking them.
The house shut out all the noise and commotion, isolated and secluded.
Leaning back against the front door, Lu Ming muttered calmly, "Well, come on. Doomsday."
...
There was no further information available about the New York Black Mist Tower incident that occurred a month ago.
This was because the moment the tower appeared, the black mist had already isolated the inside from the outside. No one outside could enter, and no one inside could leave. According to the news online, the Amelia military had deployed fighter jets that flew into the black mist circle, but they had never returned.
At the same time, from the moment the tower appeared, all forms of communication within the black mist zone would immediately fail.
It was difficult to tell if the information online was real or fake, but at this moment, when Lu Ming tried to use his phone and computer, he realized that communication was completely severed and the Internet was completely disabled.
He quickly went to the second floor and stood by the window to fiddle with it. Lu Ming opened the observation hole in the iron plate of the window and looked out.
From this angle, Lu Ming could see the tall tower in the city center. When the tower grew to a certain height, it stopped growing. Even so, Lu Ming's preliminary estimate of the tower's height was about a thousand meters.
He went to another window to observe the situation.
Lu Ming did not see the black mist that accompanied the tower.
"Perhaps it's because I'm relatively close to the tower, but the black mist only appears on the outskirts of the quarantine zone.
That might be the case. Lu Ming had no intention of verifying his hypothesis—because that would mean going outside.
And stepping outside meant danger.
Then he looked out through the observation hole to the street.
It was about seven in the evening, the time to rest after a tiring day.
The architectural planning in the urban village was chaotic, but the population density was extremely high.
After dinner, some of them were taking a walk along the street, some were playing cards on the street, and there was even a family who had a funeral service and built a simple spirit shed on the street.
At this moment, this lively street scene was interrupted by a sudden tremor and a tall tower rising from the ground.
Everyone stopped what they were doing and looked up at the city center. Some were bewildered, some were shocked, and others were engulfed in panic due to the appearance of the high tower.
But Lu Ming did not observe any anomalies other than the panic of the crowd.
"So, what kind of disaster will the appearance of the high tower bring?"
As he was thinking, a scream suddenly came from the street.
"A zombie has come back to life!"
"Dad, our dad is alive!"
"F*ck, old thing, don't bite me!"
"A living corpse! It's a living corpse!!"
Lu Ming looked in the direction of the voice.
In the mourning hall, an old man in burial clothes who had yet to be cremated lifted the coffin lid and climbed out of the coffin. He jumped out and bit his eldest son's neck.
The spewing of blood added a hint of dark red to the simple mourning hall.
There were also old people playing cards in the sun on the street. They actually seemed to have gone crazy and pounced around at a speed that only young people could have. They bit anyone they saw.
For a moment, screams rose and fell.
What was even more terrifying was that the eldest son, who was in his fifties, was the first to be bitten. He lay on the ground and twitched twice before staggering to his feet.
Half his neck was bitten off.
Blood vessels and bone stubble protruded from his body.
His eyes widened, but they revealed a grayish-white light.
A chaotic cracking sound came from his body.
This "eldest son" turned his head slightly and looked at the stunned passerby. A deflated roar suddenly came from him. He shot forward like a long jumper, crossing at least three meters and ruthlessly pouncing on the passerby.
Bite.
Chewing.
Screams.
Disaster descended.
...
"It's a zombie…"
Observing this, Lu Ming, however, breathed a sigh of relief.
"That's fine."
After muttering, Lu Ming pulled a chair over and sat by the window, looking out through the observation hole.
He grabbed a pen and paper and thought for a moment. Lu Ming opened his notebook and wrote a line of big words on the first page.
[The Black Mist Tower's Doomsday Incident Record.]
Looking at his delicate handwriting, Lu Ming nodded in satisfaction. While observing the movements and behavior of the zombie below, he began to make notes.
Hadiah
-- Hadiah diterima Status Power Mingguan
-- Peringkat
Power 
-- Power
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