"Damn it!"
Seeing that one hit had no effect, Ethan immediately turned and ran.
After all, the noise he made attacking the zombie had already attracted several other zombies nearby who had been wandering around in a daze.
He hadn't even taken down one yet, and now he'd drawn in seven or eight more. If he didn't run now, he'd be surrounded like dumplings by zombies.
"Grand Fireball Technique!"
Boom!
Ethan ran while tossing a Grand Fireball behind him.
Unfortunately, the fireballs he threw were just too weak. Each one could only make a zombie freeze in place for a few seconds before it resumed staggering toward him again.
He had already thrown seven or eight Grand Fireballs in a row, yet he hadn't killed a single zombie.
"What the hell is this!"
At this moment, Ethan even started to wonder if he'd gotten the wrong script.
Wasn't he supposed to rely on his Lord status, rampage through this other world with a blade in hand, sparks flying and lightning flashing all the way?
How did it turn into him transmigrating into a zombie world, and now he had to fight like some rookie using the most basic fireball spell to deal with zombies whose level he didn't even know.
Wasn't this just screwing him over?
Other people who went into zombie worlds could at least find a kitchen knife.
But this Nostradamus didn't even leave him a blade, making him face a bunch of zombies barehanded.
'Seriously inhuman!'
'Well, forget it!'
'Nostradamus isn't human to begin with!'
"Hah!"
Crack! Crack! Crack!
The zombies were getting closer and closer to Ethan.
Being surrounded by more than ten zombies wasn't exactly terrifying, but the sheer disgust combined with the rush of adrenaline still made it hard to bear.
Ethan could barely avoid their pursuit thanks to having used an agility double voucher earlier, boosting his agility.
As for his fireball spell, aside from slowing the zombies down, it seemed completely useless.
And now… the mental energy inside his body was about to run dry.
Ethan glanced at Nostradamus up in the tree. It was obvious the guy had no intention of helping him, even looking like he was ready to enjoy the show, which was seriously infuriating.
If it really came down to it, he could only learn from Nostradamus and climb a tree. He refused to believe these zombies could climb trees.
However, just as Ethan was about to find a taller tree to climb up first.
[System Prompt: Grand Fireball Technique Level 1 → Grand Fireball Technique Level 2]
"Huh?"
Ethan's eyes lit up instantly.
'So Nostradamus didn't lie, this thing can actually level up?'
And Ethan noticed that not only had the Grand Fireball Technique leveled up, but even the mental energy in his body had fully recovered at that moment.
This felt just like a game.
The kind where leveling up also fully restores your health and mana.
That was considerate.
Now… It was Ethan's turn to get cocky.
He no longer had to keep running from these damn zombies. Instead, he suddenly stopped, turned around to face them, and shouted with a grin, "Grand Fireball Technique!"
———
On the tree trunk, Nostradamus had moved everyone onto a giant withered tree with a trunk four to five meters wide.
The trunk was so thick people could walk on it, so with all of them standing there, it didn't strain the tree at all.
And at this moment, the Genie Sylas had already come out of the lamp, transforming into a human-shaped cloud of smoke, sitting on the trunk as she said, "Hey, old man, your disciple only knows the most basic fireball spell, right? You're making him deal with G-level living dead without even giving him a weapon. Isn't that a bit too much?"
"What's there to worry about? This kid's got plenty of tricks."
Nostradamus raised an eyebrow and sneered, "Besides, mental power isn't something you level up just by cultivation. It has to be driven by intense emotional swings, in other words, forced out under pressure."
"Today I want to push this kid to his limits and see if I can squeeze something out of him."
"Besides, doesn't he still have me?"
"I definitely won't just watch him die without helping. But when the time comes, as his master, I'll let him see what a real fireball is… uh!"
BOOM!
Not far away, Ethan launched a fireball twice the size of before, blasting away half of a living dead's head.
That living dead finally staggered and fell to the ground.
"Looks like your disciple's better than you thought," Sylas raised an eyebrow, watching Ethan run through the darkness like the wind, "I remember when you first learned fireball, you couldn't take down a living dead with one shot, right?"
"Bullshit! I was way stronger than him," Nostradamus refused to admit it, "Back then I could take down two living dead with one move, I could even… uh!"
BOOM! BOOM!
Not far away, a single Grand Fireball in Ethan's hand split into two.
The two fireballs slammed into two zombies, one blasting apart a zombie's neck, while the other shattered the spine of a zombie that had already been chewed down to just its ribcage.
The zombie with the broken neck didn't die, but the snapped neck affected its movement.
It could only walk backward, moving in a bizarre way.
There was no way it could catch up to Ethan.
As for the other zombie with its spine broken, it collapsed straight to the ground, losing even the ability to walk, and could only crawl forward.
"Hahaha!"
Sylas burst out laughing, "Looks like your disciple's pretty capable! And he's learning faster than you did. Seems like you don't have much of an advantage as a master."
"That's because I taught him well as his master!"
Nostradamus said it himself, then immediately grew proud again.
Then he started bragging about the past, "Back then! When I first learned fireball, I was way smarter than this kid. I knew my mental power was limited, so I'd find a place where zombies could get stuck, rest while fighting."
"I'm telling you, this kid just learned how to split fireballs and he's already using it so recklessly."
"I bet after killing ten zombies, his mental power will run dry."
"When that happens, won't he have to obediently beg his master for help."
"Just wait and see!"
"Oh?", Sylas raised an eyebrow at Nostradamus, "Then I'm really looking forward to seeing him beg for mercy."
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