A quick check on his currencies and experience bar - there was nothing yet. So Wu Xiaoming lunged forward at the headless body of the woman and thrust his sword through her chest, destroying her one single heart on the left side of her body, before casting another golden light spell into her chest cavity.
He backed off when the body of the creature was lit on fire, releasing one lone health orb. The strangely shaped bone blade was still on his right shoulder, and the pain hit him just as he relaxed. His entire right side of the body became numb, his right leg was convulsing and shaking uncontrollably. He had to sit down on the ground and pushed himself to the wall around the parking lot so that he could sit straight.
Current currencies: 15567 Spirit Fragments, 79 Vision Slivers.
It was a total of 5000 Spirit Fragments and 10 Vision Slivers, the biggest reward he had up to date, no wonder he died rather helplessly upon their first encounter. What was also impressive was the experience she gave - not only was he now officially level 8, he was also already around a quarter of the way to level 9.
At the same moment, some images flowed into Wu Xiaoming's mind.
It was a fight, a big one, between him, or to be precise, the previous Wu Xiaoming native to this world, and his father Wu Wentao. Wu Xiaoming seemed to want his father to hook him up with more projects, and brought up his uncle, a man with the name Wang Fuling. His father, on the other hand, wanted Wu Xiaoming to actually go back to studying acting for a brief period before actually taking on other projects, pointing out to him that all his previous projects had not been very successful, some of which were abject failures.
Right after, the previous Wu Xiaoming went on a alcohol and drug filled rage with some of his "friends". They drove around in Haoliwood, even went to Las Vegas and back. During this period, many left the group because they couldn't or wouldn't keep up. Eventually there were only five or four of them - the previous Wu Xiaoming could not even keep track.
As they somehow stumbled across the very street he was on, the previous Wu Xiaoming opened up a new plastic bag of white powder - a new batch apparently. He decided to snort it directly from the bag. But then just as the powder made it down his nostril, his entire body began shaking, his visions grew blurry. He fell onto the ground, convulsing and twitching. The "friends" of his all gathered around him at first, checking on him, asking if he was okay. He was not able to respond at first, for his body was paralyzed and twitching, then one of the friends called 911.
But none of them stayed with him - just moments after he collapsed, they all scattered away.
"Friends" who could know more about the circumstances of his "death" than he previously imagined. There was a very simple question, which was: why, for someone who was already on a drug and alcohol filled trip and was relatively clear in the head at the time, had such a violent reaction to one single snort?
And, to take a step back - how did he just get this kind of memory from a creature? Did the woman have it all along, or was it because he hit some kind of threshold or condition?
But right now was not the time to dwell on the question. Wu Xiaoming absorbed the health orb to stop his profuse bleeding. Then he conjured golden light on his left palm and hovered it over his right shoulder - some kind of cold, paralyzing curse or poison was spreading from the wound left by the bone blade. If it was a curse, then golden light could have some kind of effect in helping alleviate it.
It did seem to help. The warmth from the light burned away the numbness, making him feel more of his half paralyzed right arm. But at the same time, the pain from the bleeding wound made him grimace and hiss.
"Fuck." Wu Xiaoming cursed. Too bad that though Golden Light Spells were quite useful in many aspects, it did not have healing powers, otherwise he would soon be able to stand up and fight again.
"Blood… breaths… give me!" A familiar gray old man burst from a corner of the street. He still craved whatever blood and breaths in Wu Xiaoming.
"Attack." Wu Xiaoming uttered. The energy blast exploded the gray old man right on the spot.
"Well." Wu Xiaoming stood up when he was finally able to steady his limbs. His improvement in these past few days was definitely impressive. When he was first here, he had needed quite a bit of effort to kill this old man.
Speaking of which - this realm really did seem like one of those games - the small mobs would "refresh", but elites wouldn't - at least not in short periods of time.
He walked over to the pile of ash where the body of the tall bloody woman had been. The Rusted Grim Enchanted Sword was left on the ground, along with it was the bone blade.
The sword showed a crack on its blade, it seemed that repeated use had expended a lot of its "durability". Though it did not show on its item information, it probably would not be long before it would break.
"Cursed Shin Blade: a blade made of a mutated shin bone; it curses its user as well as its victims. Grants active skill: Zombifying Blood."
Foul as its wielder. Wu Xiaoming had no intention of actually using it - unless circumstances required, of course. The intention behind the designs of the skill trees was that the player should mostly be a good cultivator, even when designing the minor/unorthodox skill trees, there was limited inclusion of skills that would be too evil.
Also, it just didn't make sense for him either. He was never the best man, but the thought of using something this evil just felt a bit strange and repulsive. After some thought, he decided to put the blade into the inventory - maybe he could find a use for it later.
Just because it would curse the user, then simply having it should be fine, Wu Xiaoming presumed. Maybe, he could even use his Golden Light to "purify" it, if possible.
He waited a few more moments before heading back toward the office building - he came down in such a hurry he barely had a chance to explore what was inside. Clearing out the area where the portal was had become his gaming instinct a long time ago.
The first floor lounge was quite empty, with an empty storage room, and what appeared to be an empty elevator shaft.
He proceeded to the second floor step by step, looking around while pondering which skill he should assign the two skill points next. The crack on the enchanted sword made him feel a bit stingy, so he took out one morningstar as the weapon of choice for now.
"Brains…" a gurgling growl came through the door the moment he went into one of the office spaces on the second floor. A bald, fat man in rugged office uniform and a body full of rashes and ulcers lunged at Wu Xiaoming. Though with a daunting size, its speed was less than threatening, and Wu Xiaoming was able to dodge to the side and swing the morningstar right into the back of his head.
The bald fat man's head exploded, foul blood and shattered brain splashed and Wu Xiaoming unfortunately caught some. He immediately used Golden Light on himself - the man sounded and looked like a zombie, it would be awfully bad luck if he beat the elite tall bloody woman but ended up infected by this "trash mob". He was not even certain infection was a thing in this realm. Better safe than sorry, though.
More growls came from all over the place. More zombies came from different corners of this office space. Men and women of different sizes and ages, all in uniforms. One was even wearing a wig. And just like the best kind of zombies, they were slow.
Wu Xiaoming took a step back, looked around before pulling a Rough Wooden Bow from his inventory along with some bone arrows. There was probably not going to be a better time for practice.
Around fifteen minutes and at least forty bone arrows later, all eight of these zombies turned into real bodies on the ground.
Wu Xiaoming put the bow and arrows back and grabbed his morningstar once again before continuing to explore the office space.
When he reached a storage room in the back of the office space, he finally found something worth his while: a wooden work bench with three drawers.
"Sturdy Workbench (With tools): works with simple repairs, carpentry and crafts."