Early morning.
Shelter roadway.
Lam Pham watched Dong Giai undergoing Brother Hang's training. The first step was physical fitness training; the process of strengthening physical fitness was relatively painful.
"Move, endure, don't give up."
Co Hang followed beside Dong Giai. Right now, it was long-distance running. If there were a track, it would be fifteen laps of a four-hundred-meter track, with each lap time not less than two minutes and twenty seconds.
At this moment, although Dong Giai had made preparations.
However, her body still resisted somewhat. The consumption of physical energy made her feel extremely tired, and even her breathing began to quicken. Whether in peaceful times or in the apocalypse, having a good physique was a very important thing.
"Brother Hang is trying to train Dong Giai to death, isn't he?"
Lam Pham knew Co Hang was placing his hopes on Dong Giai; having good physical fitness was very important.
He looked at the busy survivors around him.
Everyone had their own tasks.
Since accepting Han Suong's suggestion, the Duong Quang residential area had been developing continuously.
"Good morning, Uncle Lam."
Van Van, carrying a schoolbag, passed by Lam Pham and greeted him very obediently.
"Van Van, good morning." Lam Pham smiled. This child was an Awakened one, her ability being psychokinesis. However, Van Van still couldn't control this ability on her own. As for why, he wasn't quite sure.
Watching Van Van, carrying her schoolbag, cheerfully walk away and interact with other children, her happy appearance also made Lam Pham smile. Alright, why think so much? Awakened or not, it wasn't that important.
Co Hang saw Lam Pham come out, instructed Dong Giai to train well and absolutely not to be lazy, then walked over to Lam Pham. His task was to deliver breakfast to Dang Hoang pharmaceutical factory with Lam Pham.
Dang Hoang pharmaceutical factory.
Expert Hoang Cu Long led Lam Pham and Co Hang to inspect the production line.
"Serum production has begun. As long as it's running, it will be continuous. For any living survivor, this is something worth celebrating."
Hoang Cu Long smiled; after all, he had encountered a joyous event.
Lam Pham and Co Hang looked at each other, also very happy. Everyone was afraid of being bitten by zombies. Being bitten by a zombie and looking at the wound would make one feel utterly hopeless. But with the serum, it was different. Just a casual shot, and everything would be fine.
"Expert Hoang, if you have any needs, feel free to tell me," Lam Pham said.
"Okay, no problem. If there's a real need, I definitely won't be polite with you."
Hoang Cu Long knew Lam Pham's strength, so he certainly wouldn't panic. If he really encountered a need, how could he be polite?
Leaving Dang Hoang pharmaceutical factory.
Co Hang sat in the car, looking at Lam Pham standing outside, "Continue clearing zombies?"
Lam Pham said: "Yes, it's like this every day. Strive to clean them up sooner. I've found that there are more and more types of zombies now. The zombie I encountered yesterday was really disgusting, it even scared me."
"Little Pham, have you ever thought about photographing those strange zombies, printing them as photos, making them into a book for everyone to study?" Co Hang said.
"That's a good idea." Lam Pham thought, feeling that Brother Hang made a lot of sense.
"You get in the car first, come back to Duong Quang residential area with me," Co Hang said.
Lam Pham didn't think much, listened to Brother Hang, got directly into the car, and returned to the residential area.
When he reappeared on the streets.
He was now clearly different from before; a camera hung around his neck.
"Brother Hang is really full of wild ideas, actually asking me to take photos of zombies."
Lam Pham touched the camera and smiled.
Once, he also wanted to be a photographer, hearing that he could meet many beautiful girls. But the price of a camera dispelled his thoughts. Drawing honestly was still the correct choice.
"Time to work."
Hoang City station house.
"Officer Hoang, are you here?" Lam Pham stood at the entrance and called out.
No movement.
Could Officer Hoang be out?
Thinking about it carefully, it was quite possible. Officer Hoang had always been relatively diligent; his attitude towards work was something many people couldn't compare to.
A figure appeared.
Zombie Dong Dong.
Dong Dong walked out from inside the house, looking blankly at Lam Pham.
"Dong Dong, good morning." Lam Pham smiled and greeted, not caring if Dong Dong could understand. A greeting was absolutely indispensable.
Dong Dong consistently tilted his head, staring at Lam Pham.
Lam Pham walked up to Dong Dong, picked up the camera, "Dong Dong, I'm here to take a photo of you, I guarantee it'll be handsome, okay?"
Dong Dong still didn't speak.
"Mm, if you don't say anything, it means you agree."
He raised the camera, aimed the lens, click, a very perfect shot.
He had even thought of the caption.
Zombie Dong Dong, always thinking of protecting his mom, even after turning into a zombie, he still protects her, possessing his own reason.
"Thank you, Dong Dong."
Lam Pham smiled, waved at Dong Dong, "Uncle still has things to do, I'll come play with you next time I have a chance."
He turned and left.
And Dong Dong looked at the departing back, his pale eyes flickering with doubt, as if saying, where did this lunatic come from?
Then he swayed back into the station house. He had to listen to Officer Hoang and behave himself.
At this moment, on the street.
The zombies that had just been limping and wandering all over the street had all fallen to the ground, leaving only one zombie.
"Do you know why I kept you alive?"
Lam Pham looked at the zombie before him and slowly spoke.
Ordinary zombies had no reason, only roaring. If it had a little bit of reason, it should be trembling right now, or perhaps even wetting itself in severe cases.
After all, all its brothers around it had been violently chopped up by someone.
As long as its eyes weren't blind, it could tell how terrifying the opponent was.
The ordinary zombie lunged at Lam Pham. Lam Pham leaped back a long step, took photos from afar with the camera. Looking at the camera screen which perfectly recorded the zombie's ferocious appearance, he was very satisfied.
Click!
Permanently recorded.
As the ordinary zombie was about to charge in front of him, Lam Pham lifted his foot. With a thump, an airwave exploded, and a dull sound reverberated. The zombie was seen instantly exploding.
"Ordinary zombies are everywhere, no need to take so many photos. Next, I should find some evolved zombies. For many survivors, they probably don't even know what evolved zombies look like."
Lam Pham muttered to himself.
He continued to search for zombies, feeling a bit regretful. Evolved zombies were everywhere before, yet he hadn't thought of taking photos. Now that he wanted to take photos, he still had to search.
Truly, words couldn't describe it.
Lam Pham continuously cleared the surrounding zombies, street by street. With his current strength, what kind of zombie could possibly contend with him?
Perseverance often yields results.
After clearing more than ten streets.
His camera already contained Strength-type zombies, Speed-type zombies, Self-destruct-type zombies, and Shrieker-type zombies.
"These are all very common zombies."
Lam Pham flipped through the types of zombies photographed in his camera. Although he was a novice photographer, the quality of the photos taken was very good.
The more he looked, the more satisfied he became.
"Continue searching for zombies."
One must have goals in doing anything; with goals comes motivation.
At this moment.
Lam Pham looked at a scene not far away, "Bao Quan, my luck is really good, to actually encounter this relatively rare type."
The Bao Quan's display was always relatively grand.
It was just the gathering of its surrounding zombie underlings.
For any survivor, encountering a Bao Quan often meant the beginning of death; escape was definitely impossible.
"Hey, hello you all."
He called out, greeting the zombies.
"Ughh, ughh."
Hearing the sound, the zombies boiled over. The Bao Quan raised its head, looked at Lam Pham in the distance, and roared angrily, as if it were a general among tens of thousands, commanding the zombies to attack Lam Pham.
"First, deal with these small ones."
Lam Pham slowly drew Frostmourne, suddenly landed, swung it, and with extreme speed, hunted down this group of zombies. In the past, when he wanted to hunt zombies, he still needed the blade to touch the zombie's body, but now there was no such necessity.
With a swing, an invisible sword aura tore through everything, cleaving the zombies at the waist.
The formidable Bao Quan looked at the current situation, its eyes devoid of any humanity, yet they flickered with a hint of surprise, as if it hadn't expected a human to treat its underlings like leeks, easily reaping them wave after wave.
In an instant.
Lam Pham, holding Frostmourne, gently swung it, flicking off the viscous blood adhering to the blade, then smiled and walked towards the Bao Quan, simultaneously pointing to the surrounding situation, as if saying, "Can't be helped, your underlings really can't take a beating."
They were all chopped up by me.
Sword returned to its sheath.
He picked up the camera and maintained a relative distance from the Bao Quan.
The Bao Quan roared angrily, its ferocious appearance instantly recorded.
Lam Pham didn't attack the Bao Quan but took several more shots, choosing various perspectives, front, side, and other angles.
As if sensing the provocation, the Bao Quan, roaring, rushed towards Lam Pham, swinging its flesh scythe, which drew a sharp cutting edge and landed heavily on the ground.
Pfft!
Lam Pham's five fingers formed a blade, slashing out, instantly severing the Bao Quan's arm. The movements were like flowing water and moving clouds, his expression without any ripple. At the same time, he waved his arm again, severing the Bao Quan's other three limbs.
Pfft!
Pfft!
Pfft!
Boom!
Without its legs to support it, the Bao Quan fell heavily to the ground. Perhaps for the Bao Quan, it still couldn't believe what had happened; perfectly fine, yet it just fell.
"Really not friendly at all. I wanted to take some imposing photos of you, but you never give people a chance."
Lam Pham sighed, picked up the camera, aimed at the severed flesh scythe, took a close-up shot, click, saved permanently. Then he returned to the Bao Quan with severed limbs, aimed the camera at its face, and took close-up shots.
Finally, he stomped on the Bao Quan's head and found the crystal.
Night.
Room 704.
Lam Pham was busy. On the computer desk, a document was displayed. The photos taken during the day had already been printed out.
Cover page.
[Zombie Types and Strength Estimation]
The first page showed the appearance of an ordinary zombie.
He looked at his masterpiece and nodded with great satisfaction.
"Could it be that I have the potential to become a Teacher Tran?"
After some self-reflection.
He felt it seemed quite possible.
He picked up a pen and wrote beside the photo, detailing the various data of this type of zombie.
[Ordinary Zombie]
Note: Transformed from humans, no reason, no intelligence. Will enter a frenzy upon seeing humans. Normally just limps and wanders, dazed, showing no apparent danger.
Danger Level: During the apocalypse, evolves over time. Strength and speed in a frenzied state may be equivalent to 1.5 to about 2 times that of a normal human.
If bitten, will turn into a zombie in an extremely short time.
Killing Method: Using high ground, can easily kill ordinary zombies.
"Mm, written very perfectly."
Lam Pham looked at it with great satisfaction.
Continued writing.
[Strength-type Zombie]
Note: Evolved from ordinary zombies. No reason, no intelligence. Large physique, extremely strong, can easily lift a car and throw it into the distance.
Danger Level: Currently among humans, only Lam Pham can kill Strength-type zombies without external aid. If wearing battle armor, it can be hunted. Ordinary people should run upon encounter; cannot be confronted.
Reward: White crystal in its head.
"Sigh, what a pity. Starting from this type of evolved zombie, they become terrifying. For humans to want to defeat zombies, it's truly very powerless."
Lam Pham sighed.
Then continued to flip through.
Giam Thi-type Zombie.
This type of zombie itself was mediocre, not dangerous to humans, but Lam Pham had marked it as red, the number one dangerous zombie. It could trigger a zombie tide. The appearance of a Giam Thi-type zombie was definitely accompanied by a Tinh Than-type zombie (Mental-type zombie).
It could cause a fatal blow to any shelter.
Writing, writing, time had reached early morning, and he had already written up to the last type of zombie encountered during the day's photography.
Bao Quan.
This was the most terrifying type of zombie he had encountered during the day.
[Bao Quan]
Note: A type evolved from zombies under certain special circumstances. It is like an Emperor, supported by the zombie horde. It also has evolutionary branches, the Di Bien Bao Quan (Mutated Bao Quan), which is more destructive than a Bao Quan.
Danger Level: Possesses sharp flesh scythes; its speed and strength are astonishingly terrifying. Swinging its scythe can easily cleave a car. If encountered, don't even think about it; running is the only hope of survival.
Killing Method: Don't even think about it.
Reward: Black crystal.
"Done."
Lam Pham smiled. Although the collection of zombie types was not yet complete, he believed that as long as he continued searching, he could thoroughly complete the zombie type catalog.
Early morning.
"Brother Hang, take a look." Lam Pham handed the content written last night to Co Hang.
Co Hang took the document, flipped through it, and became more and more pleasantly surprised as he read, "Yes, this is it. One page per zombie, with photos it's more intuitive, allowing people to deepen their impression of zombies. When encountered in the future, they will know the zombie type and its danger level."
This still had a considerable impact on Co Hang.
Lam Pham said: "The types are not comprehensive yet. There are still many zombies that are not easy to encounter. Anyway, I'll carry the camera with me while clearing zombies outside. If I encounter any, I'll photograph them."
As for the zombies, they just wanted to say to Lam Pham, "Excuse me, are you polite?"
Co Hang said: "No rush, take it slow. Leave this to me. I'll go print some copies, then let everyone take a look and study hard. As for this Dong Dong, ah, why isn't Officer Hoang here?"
Lam Pham said helplessly: "Officer Hoang is very busy. When I went, he was already out working."
"Alright then." ...
Tu Trach base.
Lam Pham came here again to meet with the Duong Vinh siblings.
"Big Brother Lam." Duong Lo smiled and greeted Lam Pham. To her, Big Brother Lam was an incredibly formidable and awesome existence. "Is everyone living well?"
Asking was just stating the obvious.
How could it not be good?
But she just wanted to ask anyway.
Lam Pham smiled and said: "Very good, everyone is living very comfortably. How about you all here?"
Duong Lo said: "Still okay, haven't encountered any danger for now. Recently, quite a few survivors have come here. My brother's decision back then was very correct."
Hearing Duong Lo say this, Lam Pham nodded. Regarding Duong Vinh's idea, he thought it was not bad. Hoang City was very large, and the Duong Quang residential area shelter was very small. Some people might know about it, but many more survivors were still wandering, not knowing that in some corner of Hoang City, there was an extremely safe shelter.
"Where's your brother?" Lam Pham asked.
Duong Lo said: "He's on the rooftop with binoculars, looking around. When a vehicle passes by, he'll send out a signal. Let's go up and find him."
At this moment.
Lam Pham followed beside Duong Lo.
He saw survivors. These survivors were all those who had stayed here before, wanting to work together with these two siblings to maintain the shelter. They showed great joy at Lam Pham's arrival.
In the past, their feeling about the apocalypse was tension, a desire to survive, and a sense of danger everywhere. But after meeting Lam Pham, they no longer felt that way.
After all, in their eyes, he was an absolute powerhouse, able to protect them, to shelter them.
So they appeared very relaxed.
Rooftop.
Duong Vinh looked into the distance. Suddenly, he saw a vehicle driving on the distant road. Looking closely, it was a truck. Without much thought, he directly ignited some flammable material. Immediately, thick black smoke rose into the sky. As long as one's eyes weren't blind, it could be seen.
"Brother, Big Brother Lam is here," Duong Lo called out.
Duong Vinh turned his head and smiled, "You're here."
"Yes, what are you doing?" Lam Pham pointed to the smoking brazier.
Duong Vinh said: "I just saw a truck. I think it might be survivors, so I sent a signal to notify them."
Lam Pham looked in the direction Duong Vinh indicated and indeed saw a truck. Most crucially, that truck might actually know there was a shelter here, so it changed direction and headed this way.
Lam Pham said: "It's good, but be careful. Many survivors now are particularly bad; you need to be on guard."
Duong Vinh said: "I know that. There's no other way. I just want to show a path of light for the living survivors, and also want humanity to unite and fight against the apocalypse together."
At this time, the working survivors curiously looked at Lam Pham.
They hadn't been here long. When chatting with others, they had also heard legends about a sword-carrying survivor. When they first heard it, they only had one thought: it was fake, definitely fake.