Secondly, it was the value of the items.
No matter what he had sold, he had only received 100 SP for each amount.
He sold a bike and received 100 SP for that.
When he sold a sedan, he also received 100 SP for that.
This confused him as clearly the items were different in terms of value with the sedan being more important.
Lastly, it was the System's reasoning for it.
The System said it's to prevent abuse of its functions and to make sure that there's proper balance.
'Screw that bullshit! Why should I care about limits and balance? Just accept what I sell and at a higher value.'
To this the System could only say no. It had to uphold the rules no matter what.
However, all hope wasn't lost as Allen could not only increase the amount he received for the items he sold but also increase the DSL by leveling up the System.
This slightly alleviated his mood as the cost to level up was only 800 SP which he would readily spend and was about to when he hit another roadblock.
[Level-Up Requirements:
800 SPKill a Grade 3 Undead with bare hands.]
These were the requirements for him to level up the System and its Mart to Level 5.
Allen nearly had an aneurysm from all these restrictions but managed to control himself.
"Fine. If that's what's needed to level up further then so be it." He declared, determined to level up no matter the dangers ahead.
After he was done, he went back inside and spent 800 SP on food for the girls and himself bringing his SP count to 48200.
With a full stomach and a loaded gun, Allen hopped into the chopper and flew towards his next destination.
'Commercial District Two.'
(A/N: Commercial Area has been changed to Commercial District as of this chapter.)
'In that district, there are hospitals with valuable equipment that'll be useful in case of emergencies. Moreover, I might even find a good doctor there.'
'More importantly, the district has bridges that connect to other commercial districts.'
'Although that's not going to be of much use to me, it'll be a vital passage after I establish a proper Shelter. The people who join the shelter can use it to go from one place to another in not just a shorter time but also be relatively safe.'
These were Allen's thoughts as he approached CD2.
(CD2: Commercial District Two.)
It didn't take much time for Allen to reach CD2 thanks to the chopper.
'Would you look at that?'
Allen's eyes narrowed as he witnessed tens of thousands of zombies walking below as they searched for humans- no, prey.
"This place definitely has double the number of zombies compared to Wion." He said to himself.
'This is going to be troublesome. The skies are clear so I can't use the tactic I used yesterday.'
'Improvised Combat it is then.'
He thought before landing the chopper on a nearby building with relatively less zombies nearby.
He sent the chopper back to his Inventory and equipped the Rocket Boots and Magnetic Gauntlets.
'Time to send some corpses into their graves.'
Whoosh!
The boots flared up as Allen began to hover in the air.
He raised the machine gun in his hand and pulled the trigger.
Dududududu!
Multiple rounds were fired in the air as the firing sound alerted the nearby zombies as they made their way to Allen.
"Guurraarrghh!!"
"Grraarrgh!!"
Dozens of zombies appeared almost instantly as Allen flashed them a smile filled with schadenfreude.
"Bring it on bitches!"
Saying that, he opened fire on the zombies!
Dudududududu!!
"Gooraagh….!"
"Gaaharghh…!"
Thud! Thud! Thud!
Unable to stand the heavy barrage of bullets, the zombies slowly fell to the ground, lifeless, gone for good.
[Ding!
Congratulations!
You've killed 1 Undead-Zombie!
Reward: 5 SP!]
[Ding!
Congratulations!
You've killed 1 Undead-Zombie!
Reward: 5 SP!]
[Ding!
Congratulations!
You've killed 1 Undead-Zombie!
Reward: 5 SP!]
[Ding!
Congratulations!
You've killed 1 Undead-Zombie!
Reward: 5 SP!]
[...]
Dozens of such notifications appeared in his view, informing him of the successful kills. He ignored them for now and focused on the enemies ahead of him.
More zombies kept coming at him from all sides, all of whom he was able to successfully slay until he noticed that the numbers were too overwhelming.
He could fight them from one side without a hitch. The problem, however, was that they came from all four sides.
'Trying to overwhelm me? Not gonna happen.'
Whoosh!
Allen flew away from there but didn't go much far.
To solve the numbers problem, he simply entered a narrow alley.
The alley was so narrow that only one person could enter at a time. It was also covered from behind by the thick walls of buildings surrounding it.
'Alright~'
With his back against the wall, Allen didn't have to worry any further as he shot down the zombies one corpse at a time.
He did this until he had killed a whopping 271 zombies since coming to CD2.
After he was done with culling the nearby zombies, he went to a different block to do the same.
Effortlessly killing whatever came his way, Allen was racking up piles of corpses and hundreds of zombies.
"Hahaha~! There's nothing that can stop me!"
Allen cheered seeing the zombies drop like flies as he praised himself to be unstoppable.
BOOM!
A sudden force slammed into Allen, throwing him off balance while he was flying, sending him shooting into the distance.
CRACK!
CRACK!
CRASH!
He shot through two buildings before finally stopping as he crashed deep inside the third one.
"Ugghh…!"
He groaned in pain as he slowly got up.
Blood flowed from his injuries as he dusted off his clothes.
'I just had to open my darned mouth.'
He shook his head and examined the injuries.
'It's nothing too serious. Just some minor cuts.'
He concluded before making his way outside.
He looked around carefully and saw the normal zombies but he knew they weren't what made him crash.
"RAAGAARGH!!"
Just when he was about to look elsewhere, a loud roar entered his ears as he raised his head.
His hairs stood on end as he matched gazes with it.
It was…
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Goals:
100 Powerstones = 2 chapters
200 Powerstones = 4 chapters