The Most Random System

Of course, returning directly is not an option.

The mecha would directly appear in the bathroom in the real world. Being three meters and six centimeters tall, if it appeared in the bathroom, it would undoubtedly blow up the bathroom.

Previously, experiments showed that when the transfer node was incompatible, the system would make slight adjustments, but Lin Li was uncertain if he would enjoy this treatment upon return.

Besides, even with adjustments, moving from the bathroom to the living room still wouldn’t provide enough space for the mecha, even if it were lying down.

If it adjusted to outside the building, there’s the possibility of causing a commotion.

With fleeting thoughts, Lin Li already had a plan.

The massive mecha hovering in the air disappeared, retrieved into Lin Li’s system warehouse.

Without a power source, Lin Li was instantly exposed at hundreds of meters high altitude, promptly enveloped by the strong currents, and began a free fall.

Below was a densely packed ocean of zombies roaring upwards, with various flying mutants rapidly approaching from afar.

But at this moment, it seemed that both the mutants below and those in the air were momentarily stunned.

"So—it—turns—out—speaking—also—slows—down—eh?"

Lin Li, in free fall, shook his head slowly with a bit of resignation.

[Solid as a Rock: After activation, within ten minutes, personal movement speed is reduced to 20% of the original, but immunity to any physical harm is granted; the ability can be ended prematurely.

Accumulates one usage every 48 hours, with a maximum storage limit of two usages.]

At this moment, Lin Li had already activated this ability.

The speed of free fall remained unchanged, indicating that the ability only affects actively triggered speed.

Lin Li could of course return now, but since the ability was activated, he would be invincible for the next ten minutes, so why not go down and have some fun?

Lin Li’s thinking time was very short.

But in fact, the free fall time was also very short.

"Boom—"

Lin Li, like a human-shaped projectile, crashed heavily into the densely packed, upward roaring horde of zombies below.

"Poof—"

The muffled sound of impact was drowned out in the screeching of the zombie tide.

The few unfortunate zombies serving as a cushion instantly turned into an indescribable mushy state.

As for Lin Li himself, he felt no negative sensations, no pain whatsoever.

The shockwave spread outward from Lin Li’s landing point, creating a small, temporary ’clean’ zone —ordinary zombies around were shook and toppled.

"Agh—!"

But soon, a few ordinary zombies closest were driven even crazier by the scent of fresh flesh, following their most primitive instincts, howling and pouncing forward.

But as the zombies howled and approached, they suddenly froze.

[Demon Breath]

Lin Li found this title quite useful in the apocalypse.

Just then, a sharper and more penetrating screech came from the perimeter.

Including zombies losing their target and those ordinary zombies still viewing Lin Li as fresh flesh, all suddenly stilled, akin to the former ’Lin Family Army’.

The next second, they staggered back as if receding tide, clearing a vacuum area of over three meters in diameter around Lin Li.

Replacing the ordinary zombies were those various mutated types.

They formed a loose, cautious encircle, eyes—hollow or mutated—fixedly locking onto Lin Li standing amidst the zombie sludge.

Lin Li could sense amongst those looks... probably confusion.

Not only did he not die, but he also emitted the aura of ’similar kind’, and... still perplexed why he had no face.

[Dressed, Unrecognized: When worn, as long as you are wearing pants, no one can clearly see, perceive your identity information by any means, but you cannot see anyone’s face.]

——Lin Li had now switched to this title.

Since some mutants could deduce his location without truly seeing him, Lin Li thought, close contact must be handled carefully, better left with no traces.

Lin Li curiously scrutinized these zombies, while they examined him.

"Can—you—understand—me—speaking—"

Lin Li inquired.

The mutants looked at him, but did not respond.

Following a brief standoff, they seemed to silently reach consensus among themselves.

Sounds came from behind.

A Cthulhu mutant covered in slimy mucus, wielding several thick tentacles, squeezed out from behind the encircle.

Its movements were much more agile than other zombies, tentacles like living serpents undulating amid the air, tips glinting with ghostly green, akin to venomous fangs, razor-sharp bone spikes.

Lin Li turned his head very slowly, and by the time he saw the creature, it was already positioned behind him with multiple tentacles raised, tips aimed at the back of his head.

In that instant, all tentacles suddenly sprang forth.

Poof! Poof! Poof!

The muffled sounds of impact occurred.

The sharp bone spikes at tentacle tips capable of piercing steel solidly jabbed into the back and nape of Lin Li’s head.

Thereupon, the bone spikes snapped! Exposing internally dense fine tentacles, joyous for one’s SAN value, whereas Lin Li’s skin remained perfectly intact.

Perhaps the excruciating pain and immense force of recoil from tentacle tips caused its massive body to sway slightly, this Cthulhu zombie’s large compound eyes occupied half its head; glaring wide-eyed, full of perplexity.

Thereupon obstinately, it reemerged new fine tentacles without bone spikes.

Lin Li raised an eyebrow; no motion, but as the tentacles neared the back of his head once again, he thought—"Five Elements Technique"·Fire!

From the wound where tentacle monster’s bone spikes broke, scorching flames spontaneously combusted.