Chapter 63 Greedy
At the moment of danger just now, William wasn't entirely sure about the Dreadram's fatal spot. His level of evolution needed to be more focused on controlling his body and the angle of his strike perfectly.
Fortunately, since the Dreadram's body was huge, its vital spot was correspondingly large. William's strike still hit the right place. He slowly sat up and saw the Dreadram still struggling. It tried to stand but could only flail helplessly. After a few attempts, it bled out and finally collapsed to the ground.
Its large eyes looked at the approaching human, not understanding how such a powerful creature like itself could be defeated.
"My God, does he really take down that big guy?" someone remarked, dumbfounded.
Voices of discussion came from the mall entrance that Dreadram had crashed through. A few brave survivors who had been fleeing earlier cautiously approached to see the outcome. But to be honest, they didn't hold much hope.
No matter how skilled the young man was, he couldn't possibly be stronger than the massive Dreadram. If he managed to injure the monster seriously, it would already be very lucky.
Naturally, they also had thoughts of taking advantage of the situation to loot.
But when they saw the monster lying in a pool of blood and the young man limping towards his spoils, these survivors were shocked.
When others achieved what you couldn't, the first reaction was always disbelief. What followed as the reactions of the rest depended on their character.
After their initial shock, these brave survivors had some indescribable complex emotions.
"Hey, bro, did you really take it down? How did you do it?" An older man, about fifty, slowly walked over. He cautiously looked at Dreadram. After confirming it was really dead, he excitedly asked William.
William coldly glanced at these people, his gaze lingering on Harold for a second longer, as he was an evolved human and the biggest threat among them.
"Since you all ran away earlier, you might as well stay gone. Don't come back," William coldly remarked as he turned around and pointed outside. "I don't welcome you. Please leave."
These words made Harold and the other four very angry. The guarded and annoyed tone made them feel very uncomfortable.
"Young man, how can you talk like that?" the older man said again.
He looked at William's knife and shield, then around the area, and said moodily, "I don't deny that you killed the monster in the end, but you can't deny that we fought it before. We deserve half the credit!"
Although these people didn't know the true value of Dreadram, the bright white second-level magic crystal on its forehead was enough to make them covet it.
Although not cooperating with the military, these survivors knew that the army had announced they were buying magic crystals. Even an ordinary magic crystal could be exchanged for a lot of food and water. This monster was clearly of a higher level. They could get even better things, maybe even guns!
Faced with such a valuable item, they couldn't give up.
William sneered, "The credit you're talking about, is it for being slaughtered by this monster? Or do you mean you couldn't even scratch its skin and still call it credit?"
When people were deeply ashamed, they were more likely to become angry rather than reflective. This was a human flaw. These survivors were getting angry.
Several of them pointed at William and shouted.
"Bastard, watch your mouth! If you can't speak properly, then don't speak!" someone angrily remarked.
"Bollocks, young man!" another taunted.
"We're all living in this damned world. Don't be so unreasonable. You might need our help someday!" one scoffed.
William didn't intend to argue with these people. His eyes flashed coldly, and he growled, "Get lost!"
Although William was only a one-star evolved human now, he had killed quite a few zombies and monsters in the past days since the apocalypse began. Naturally, he had a fierce aura about him. Now, this word 'get lost' made him seem quite intimidating.
The group's momentum weakened immediately.
Unless necessary, William didn't want to shed the blood of his kind. After all, now was different from the later stages of the apocalypse, when limited resources made even human-on-human killing inevitable.
Now, many people still didn't understand roulette and evolution, so he did not need to kill indiscriminately. Although you didn't have such thoughts, it didn't mean others didn't.
Seeing that William clearly didn't want them to touch Dreadram, these people looked at each other with a ruthless look.
"Alright!" Harold pointed an iron rod at William's nose and shouted, "If you're smart, you'll leave now. I want this thing. Otherwise, I'll kill you today!"
The atmosphere grew tense. The older man who spoke first sighed and advised, "Young man, you need to think things through and not act impulsively. It's not good for you. If you weren't injured, you might have a chance against us.
"Look, one of your arms can't be lifted, and one of your legs is impaired. What are you going to use to fight us? Take my advice and leave quickly to save your life."
As he spoke, he had a look as if William should be grateful. He pointed at Harold and said, "Do you see this guy? He's a very ruthless person. He even killed someone yesterday.
"Young man, the rules of survival have changed. Now, whoever has the most power makes the rules. Killing isn't even illegal anymore!"
Although both of them wanted William to leave on his own, they were also quite apprehensive. Otherwise, with Harold's ruthless nature, he would have killed William directly instead of trying to drive him away with words.
William tilted his head slightly because he received a report from Lucy through his earpiece. She saw a large group of zombies moving towards William, likely attracted by the earlier fight.
Anyway, Monster Baby had new movements. The little guy with the golden bag had ridden the Purple Cloud War Ant into a candy store at the Shore of Moon Lake, and a group of survivors was surrounding it.
William's main goal today was the bag on that monster. He couldn't let anyone else get it first. He didn't care much about these blustering people and turned to carve out the Treasure of the Sheep from Dreadram's body before leaving.
Seeing that William really intended to leave, Harold and the others mistakenly thought he was scared. They immediately had new ideas.
"Kid, you can go, but leave the knife and shield and put your backpack on the ground before you leave!" someone greedily demanded.
William, who had turned around, suddenly turned back. He squinted his eyes and softly said, "You guys are really insatiable."
