My Ability Pool is Superior

From a rational angle.

In a situation where there are a large number of zombies rioting in the corridor, opening the house door to save people—

Seems dangerous, but actually isn’t safe at all.

But from Lu Bai’s angle, this is clearly the bright side of human nature.

Without even a second of hesitation, Lu Bai dashed into this office in one stride, conveniently locking the security door behind him.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The zombies roared and howled, accompanied by frenzied banging on the door.

This wasn’t surprising at all.

After all, even zombies would be furious if a duck in their mouth flew away.

Fortunately, the quality of this security door was very reassuring; even under continuous pounding, it remained sturdy.

After confirming temporary safety, Lu Bai finally had time to observe the situation in this office.

The office was quite large, with five desks placed inside, and additionally a stall of about ten square meters partitioned off for storing documents.

However, though the office was large, there were only three males and three females inside in total.

Apart from one middle-aged female teacher around thirty or forty years old wearing thin-rimmed glasses, the others were all students wearing school uniforms.

The three boys were, respectively, Fat Brother whose weight seemed to head straight for two hundred jin, the sports student over 1.8 meters tall, and the glasses man with a pot-lid haircut.

That pretty female student stood at his side, raising her index finger to her lips, signaling him not to make a sound.

Lu Bai nodded in understanding, listening as the movement outside the door gradually subsided, his gaze lingering on the last girl.

Her soft black hair tied into a high ponytail, a pair of long legs under the dark green plaid skirt, height estimated at over 1.7 meters.

“Hey!”

Seemingly noticing Lu Bai’s gaze, the sports student pointed at Lu Bai, but looked at the pretty girl and added: “Wu Ya, I warn you, next time you do something, it’s best to discuss it with everyone first.”

“No time to discuss…”

The pretty girl called Wu Ya subconsciously refuted.

The sports student didn’t, or rather disdained to, argue with a young girl, turning his head to size up Lu Bai with a suspicious gaze.

To be precise, everyone’s gaze on Lu Bai carried more or less a hint of suspicion.

The reason was the bloodstained long sword gripped in Lu Bai’s hand.

This wasn’t some American-style gunfight campus version; carrying an exaggerated regulated knife on him was really out of place.

The sports student raised his finger: “Trouble you to go wait in the stall yourself.”

Hearing this not very polite instruction, a smile unconsciously appeared on Lu Bai’s face.

Wu Ya hurriedly pulled Lu Bai, quietly explaining: “Student, don’t be angry, Ke Jianghao doesn’t mean any harm, he’s just worried about everyone’s safety… um, anyway, you weren’t bitten, just come out after ten minutes.”

Hearing this, Lu Bai raised an eyebrow.

On what basis do you assume my species?

Frankly, he felt his current physical fitness was no different from a zombie’s.

And that flimsy partition wall couldn’t hold a real zombie anyway.

Looking around, he saw the others hadn’t spoken, but all showed they hoped he would go isolate himself.

The glasses boy trembled slightly when Lu Bai’s gaze swept over him.

“Sure.”

Lu Bai casually agreed, walked into the stall, and even proactively closed the door.

He moved a stack of documents down from the shelf, sat on them, leaned back against the wooden door, and stretched lazily.

Having transmigrated until now, it was rare to have such relaxing time; his entire demeanor became languid.

After brief contact, he had a general judgment of this “survivor team.”

The saintly mother who risked to save people, the timid glasses man, the teacher who couldn’t handle things.

“Feels like they’ve already met the conditions for team wipe…”

Good thing his health bar was thick.

Thinking of this, Lu Bai gripped the sword blade, lightly pressing his thumb to cut a slit in his fingertip.

He calmly observed the blood seeping from the wound.

As expected.

In just a few breaths, the blood stopped; even when he deliberately squeezed, no more blood came out.

“Self-healing speed depends on wound area or severity?”

Though unclear if there were other levels besides gold and silver ability pools.

But if this so-called deathmatch duel was seen as a battle royale game, theoretically it should guarantee a certain degree of fairness.

No matter how you look at it, this self-healing ability was clearly stronger than a long sword that could be easily taken away.

Higher-level ability pool is my golden finger?

Lu Bai raised his hand to rub his chin, incidentally glancing at the current rank; surviving population became 376.

This elimination speed had clearly slowed a lot; most “players” had probably passed the initial disturbance and found safe places.

[Ding!]

[This deathmatch duel has been open for half an hour; beginning to announce all death fighters’ current positions.]

[Next position announcement in two hours.]

The mechanical prompt sound rang in his mind, and at the same time, a black-green screen like a radar scan appeared on Lu Bai’s data panel.

A waveform extending from the screen center rotated clockwise once, scanning out dense light spots.

No need for reminder, he immediately realized the bright green light spots on the screen represented those so-called death fighters.

Undoubtedly, if positions were announced periodically, staying hidden in one place forever wouldn’t be realistic.

“How it’s like a Dragon Ball radar.”

Lu Bai stared at the positioning map, thoughtful: “So the light spot representing me is a bit brighter?”

……

“Student, are you still there?”

Wu Ya’s voice came from behind the door.

“Can I come out?” Lu Bai stood up, hanging the eight-sided Han sword on his back.

Creak~

The stall door was carefully pushed open.

Seeing no changes on Lu Bai’s body, the tension on Wu Ya’s pretty little face instantly vanished without a trace.

She stepped aside: “Good that you’re fine. By the way, I’m Wu Ya, and you?”

Lu Bai walked out of the stall, glancing sideways at her with a smile: “Lu Bai.”

“You’re also in senior year three? How come I haven’t seen you?”

Ke Jianghao, that is, the sports student, was now sitting cross-legged on a desk.

“Probably my sense of presence is low.”

Lu Bai shrugged, conveniently pulling out an office chair to sit down.

He now realized that, at least so far, he hadn’t felt any emotions like anger or hatred.

This gave him a strong sense of detachment.

Because his soul, or consciousness, clearly knew what those feelings should be like.

“Whatever, since even living dead have appeared…”

Ke Jianghao leaned forward slightly: “I’m more curious, where’d you get that sword on you?”

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