I have an Apocalypse City

Chapter 114: Backpack

Translator: 549690339

The Zombie Boss with its mailman appearance was incredibly fast. The Flower-Shirt Ghost and Uncle Wang were so startled they kept retreating. If Song Jian hadn’t been standing still, they probably would have already turned tail and run.

Song Jian’s face twitched with a smirk as he observed the incoming mailman Zombie. To him, the level five elite boss was no longer an intimidating monster. Even if he only wielded the Tusk Fang Stinger, Song Jian could easily take it down.

However, with a slight increase in strength, Song Jian could now use the Rocket Launcher[Cobra-2X] in his inventory, an authentic weapon of mass destruction.

Fetching the rocket launcher from his inventory, he positioned it on his shoulder. The cold metal against his cheek, the gaping maw of the gun barrel aimed at the charging boss.

Despite the rocket launcher’s slow fire rate, its power was immense, making it one of the most damaging solo weapons. Its range was somewhat short compared to a sniper rifle, but it had an area attack, possessing a splash damage effect.

Before deploying the “Mind Eye” skill on the mailman Zombie, Song Jian has targeted him mentally. The Cobra-2X was slow but this compensated for it; it was no longer easy to evade the rocket’s fire.

As Song Jian slung the rocket launcher over his shoulder, Flower-Shirt Ghost and Uncle Wang could hardly believe their eyes.

“How… how is this possible?” Flower-Shirt Ghost felt as if he was dreaming.

“I… I don’t even have a hand-gun, and look at him, already playing with a rocket launcher? How can there be such a disparity between people?” Uncle Wang shared a dumbfounded expression.

Boom-

A rocket, with a long trailing blaze, shot toward the Mailman Zombie. You could even see with the naked eye the trajectory of the rocket in mid-air.

The Mailman Zombie issued a roar, unflinchingly charging right into the rocket without so much as a hint of evasion.

It seemed as if this boss hadn’t even regained its senses yet, let alone having the sense to perceive danger. Other than higher attack, stronger defense, and more vitality, such a boss was practically no different from a regular mutant Zombie.

Boom-

A crushing explosion as the rocket hit the Zombie in the chest, causing a deafening roar.

The Mailman Zombie’s body was indeed resilient. Hit directly with a rocket, it wasn’t one-shot killed. Following the explosion, it was hurled five or six meters back by the force, and brutally slammed into the wall of the post office behind it.

“This monster’s body is indeed formidable!” Song Jian commented.

If this was in the real world, a flesh and blood body bearing the brunt of a rocket would be a splatter of fragments. But in the game, the Boss had survived a direct hit from a rocket, still writhing on the ground attempting to stand back up.

“Worthy of being a Boss, such a tough body, even with the attributes halved, it can still take a hit from a rocket.” Song Jian expressed his appreciation.

The Mailman Zombie Boss howled madly, its eyes radiated with bloody lust, glaring viciously at Song Jian. Its legs had been blown off and only half of its waist was remaining, rendering standing up impossible. But it had not yet given up on attacking; even if it took using its hands to crawl, it was determined.

As Song Jian waited for the cooldown to be over, he slightly adjusted the direction of the rocket launcher.

Boom-

The second rocket roared its way towards the Mailman BOSS.

This time the battered Boss couldn’t withstand the rocket’s damage any longer. The body burst into fragments and with an explosive roar, the Boss’s body broke into tens of pieces, scattering in all directions.

The fragmented body turned into black ash in the mid-air, and scattered into the wind. In front of the post office, apart from a huge pit, one could no longer see any signs of the Boss, as if it had never been there.

Around the huge pit created by the rocket attack, a few items radiating green and white light had scattered around.

“Huh, equipment has dropped?” Song Jian’s eyes lit up as he caught sight of the dropped gear.

At his current level, a level-five Boss dropping equipment was already extremely lucky. The greatest possibility was that a few average items would drop.

“Mailman’s Bag (Green), backpack, effect: Can store twelve items upon equipping; note: the bag will occupy one accessory slot once equipped.” “This is mine, you guys don’t mind, do you?” Song Jian casually picked up the mailman’s bag and asked them.

“No, no objections!” Both of them looked at each other, their faces wearing polite yet awkward smiles.

The backpack was a great item. Players only had an initial sixteen inventory slots, far from enough considering the vast variety of items in this game.

Song Jian gleefully opened his equipment interface and equipped the mailman’s bag. Every player had two accessory slots and both of Song Jian’s were empty.

“Huh, how can this be?” Beads of cold sweat formed on Song Jian’s forehead as he stared at the accessory interface containing a black stone tablet, his face turning pale.

After all, this was the stone tablet that he had possessed within the real-world, always kept in his drawer and had left it there before entering the game. So how come it had suddenly appeared in the game and was displayed in his equipment interface?

The effect of this stone tablet was only to increase vitality by one point, but its surface seemed to be enveloped by a layer of transparent energy, as though it had been sealed. Song Jian had intended to bring it back to the real world for research, thinking that he wouldn’t miss that little vitality increase that much in the game.

But why did it appear in the game and in his equipment interface again?

Staring at the stone tablet for a while, Song Jian felt that there was something mysterious about it. However, he couldn’t figure it out right now, so he left it aside temporarily.

“Seems like all the items obtained recently have something to do with storage space!” Song Jian murmured to himself.

The remaining items were all common varieties, Song Jian glanced at them but was too lazy to pick them up;

“Zombie Tusk”, “Zombie Eyeball”, “Zombie Leather”—these items could already be dropped by a Level One Mutant Zombie. It was a particularly shameful act for a level-five elite Boss to drop these kinds of items.

“You guys can have all these materials,” Song Jian said nonchalantly.

“Thanks, Brother Song!” The duo feebly thanked him.

The loot dropped by level-five elite Bosses should have been unattractive to level-ten masters, but a storage package happened to drop this time. It was hard to tell whether this was an instance of good or bad luck.

“Hey, Brother Song, look at this thing, it’s quite strange!” Flower-Shirt Ghost picked up an item from the ground and after staring at it for a while, he called out to Song Jian;