Harem Emperor In The End Times

Chapter 43 System Space

[Ding, Olivia killed a level-one zombie. Shared points +1. Current points: 71.]

The nearest zombies were taken down by Olivia, and Ryan also gained a few points. It felt incredibly satisfying to earn rewards without lifting a finger.

Olivia was even more thrilled. Her shooting skills had improved dramatically. Before, it took her three to five shots to kill a single zombie, but now she could land headshots with ease. It felt effortless, and she instantly fell in love with the feeling.

Watching Olivia, who was now as excited as if she were playing whack-a-mole, Mia was stunned. She had just witnessed Olivia earlier shooting skills, which were far from impressive. A short period of training shouldn't have been enough to turn her into a sharpshooter.

But what was happening now? It wasn't just hitting the target—it was hitting it with near-perfect precision, as if she'd been practicing for over a decade. How could she improve so drastically in such a short time?

Mia's own marksmanship was top-notch, but even she had spent years honing her skills, and she had a natural talent for it. For an ordinary person, it would take at least seven or eight years to reach this level.

"Ah... da da da!" Olivia excitedly gripped the submachine gun, mowing down zombies in the hospital like wheat under a scythe. However, her rapid fire drained the magazine in just over ten seconds.

The other girls were equally surprised. Olivia quickly reloaded and resumed firing.

"What are you all standing around for? Clean this up! Mia, take two people and

It was situated in a scenic area, close to the airport and subway station, making it relatively convenient despite its semi-rural location. The university was less than two kilometers from A City Hospital.

Inside the university gymnasium, Yale stared out at the rain with a worried expression. The water had already risen to waist level. If the gymnasium wasn't drained soon, they'd all be drowned.

In a corner of the gymnasium, over a hundred students—both boys and girls—huddled together in fear on a pile of sports equipment. They weren't just afraid of the rain; they were terrified of Yale.

Yale, annoyed by the heavy rain, suddenly remembered something. He walked over to the corner, grabbed a male student, and dragged him away.

Before the apocalypse, Yale had been an ordinary physical education teacher. He'd often been frustrated by the sight of energetic female students dressed in revealing outfits, exuding youthful charm, but the law had always kept him in check.