17 Obtaining Level 2 Zombie Core

Zorvax found himself standing over the colossal sword, eyeing it with both awe and disbelief. It was an imposing weapon, one that promised to be a game-changer in his fight against the Zombie Warrior and his relentless pursuit of evolution.

He reached down to grab the hilt of the sword, but as he attempted to lift it, the sheer weight of the weapon took him by surprise. "What the...?" Zorvax muttered, struggling to budge the colossal blade. He grumbled, feeling the frustration building within him. "You, you heavy hunk of metal. You think you can mock me with your weight?"

But Zorvax was not one to be easily defeated. He wasn't about to let a mere sword get the better of him. He braced himself, planted his feet firmly, and with a final, mighty effort, he managed to lift the colossal sword off the ground. "Finally!" he exclaimed, his voice filled with a mix of triumph and relief.

However, the sword was much heavier than he had anticipated. As he raised it overhead, he found himself stuttering under its weight. His grip on the hilt was unsteady, and in an attempt to regain control, he inadvertently slashed the colossal blade in a wide arc in front of him.

What happened next left Zorvax in shock. The air seemed to crackle with energy as the massive blade cut through it. In an instant, numerous zombies that had been too close were split in two, their decaying bodies falling to the ground in separate pieces.

Zorvax's eyes widened in amazement at the destruction he had just unleashed. "This sword is... menacing," he stammered, struggling to find the right words to describe its power. "Strong, very strong."

The group of zombies that had been following him observed the carnage, and Zorvax turned to them with newfound confidence. "This changes everything. With this sword, I stand a real chance against the Zombie Warrior. Let's go!"

With the colossal sword in hand, Zorvax felt a newfound sense of power and determination. He was ready to take on the Zombie Warrior to prove that he was a force to be reckoned with. But as he rushed toward the formidable foe, the weight of the massive blade slowed him down considerably. It was as if the sword itself was an anchor, dragging along the ground and impeding his progress.

Zorvax could no longer move quickly, and he essentially had to drag the sword behind him. The zombies around him watched in anticipation, their vacant eyes locked on the colossal weapon and the one who wielded it.

The Zombie Warrior, seeing the colossal sword being dragged, let out a deafening roar. Its guttural cries reverberated through the air, a proclamation of its intent. The Zombie Warrior believed the sword was rightfully his.

With another earth-shaking roar, the Zombie Warrior rushed forward, its tattered left hand extended, aiming to snatch the colossal sword from Zorvax's grasp. The undead creature's eyes bore into Zorvax, filled with a twisted sense of determination.

Zorvax, despite the impending danger, smiled as he faced the charging Zombie Warrior. "This colossal sword is mine!" he shouted defiantly, summoning all his strength and resolve. With every ounce of his power, he raised the colossal sword and, with a thunderous crash, slammed it down.

Fortune favored Zorvax in that critical moment. The Zombie Warrior's left hand was already in front of him, desperately reaching for the colossal sword. The force of Zorvax's strike was enough to cleave the Zombie Warrior's left hand from its body. The detached limb fell to the ground, leaving the Zombie Warrior howling in pain and fury.

The unexpected turn of events stunned both Zorvax and the Zombie Warrior. Zorvax felt a surge of triumph as he looked at the colossal sword and the dismembered hand of the Zombie Warrior. He knew he had seized a significant advantage in this relentless battle.

As Zorvax looked upon the Zombie Warrior, he couldn't help but chuckle at the absurdity of the situation. The once-mighty Zombie Warrior had lost both its right hand and its left hand, rendering it defenseless. It struggled to fight back against the relentless onslaught of the swarm of zombies that rushed toward it.

The Zombie Warrior's roars of anger and frustration filled the air, but it was clear that it was no match for the sheer numbers and determination of the undead horde. Zorvax, with a sly grin, said to himself, "Finally, the Level 2 Zombie core is mine!"

He wasted no time and rushed forward, dragging the colossal sword with him. Many zombies stood in his path, their vacant eyes locking onto the colossal blade, but Zorvax wasn't about to let anything stop him now. With swift and precise strikes, he cut down any zombies that blocked his way, each kill yielding valuable evolution points.

The colossal sword, which had been a symbol of his power and determination, proved to be a formidable weapon. Zorvax's confidence grew with every step, and he knew he was on the cusp of achieving his goal.

Finally, he arrived at the head of the Zombie Warrior, its hollow eyes glaring at him with a mix of anger and fear. Zorvax couldn't contain his delight as he raised the colossal sword high. "This is the end," he declared a triumphant smile on his face.

The Zombie Warrior let out one last defiant roar, its remaining hand raised in a futile attempt to protect itself. But it was too late. With a swift and powerful thrust, Zorvax plunged the colossal sword deep into the Zombie Warrior's decaying flesh.

The effect was immediate. The Zombie Warrior shuddered and convulsed before falling to the ground, vanquished. As the dust settled, Zorvax looked at the fallen foe with a sense of accomplishment. "It's done," he said, breathing heavily.

Moments later, the system that governed this undead world began to display numerous announcements. Zorvax's eyes widened in delight as he read the messages that appeared one after the other. 

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[Level 2 Zombie Core +1]

[Evolution Points +500]

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Zorvax couldn't help but smile broadly. He had achieved what he had set out to do, and the rewards were more than he had ever hoped for.