The next day, Sophie just woke up and saw Arnold doing push-ups in the living room.

"45, 46, 47... Ah, I can't do it anymore. It's been a while since I last trained," Arnold gasped for breath, lying on the floor.

Curious, Sophie asked, "Honey, what are you doing?"

Arnold replied, "I heard people online saying that people with good physical fitness are more likely to become superhumans. I need to work hard too."

Sophie smiled and said, "Ever since you left the army, you've gained quite a few pounds. Now you're thinking about exercising, but it might be too late."

Upon hearing this, Arnold became dissatisfied. "Ha, you look down on your husband, huh? Then let me tell you the story of how I won first place in the Army Martial Arts Championship back then."

Sophie covered her ears and said, "I won't listen, my ears are tired from listening."

Arnold stood up and reached out to remove her hand covering her ears. "No, you have to listen. This time I'll tell you some different details."

"I don't want to, you always say that."...

In the hallway, David, who was about to leave, heard the playful banter between Arnold and Sophie and smiled with relief. It seemed that after a night had passed, both of them were in a good mood, which was the best outcome. Zoe was no longer with them, but the survivors had to continue moving forward. It was meaningless to immerse oneself in sorrow.

David had his car keys in his pocket and walked downstairs along the stairs. To his surprise, he encountered several zombies in the hallways on each floor. He speculated that these zombies were attracted by the corpses thrown down last night.

David glanced downstairs and confirmed that the more than twenty bodies thrown down yesterday had disappeared without a trace, not even a few bones left. These zombies must have inadvertently wandered into this building. When the zombies noticed David, they rushed towards him like mad.

David didn't hesitate and released successive spatial blades to kill each of these zombies, then collected their crystals. After a whole day of fighting yesterday, David felt his strength improving rapidly. "At this rate, I should be able to level up to a Level 2 superhuman soon." Superhumans were categorized into levels 1 to 10 based on their strength, and beyond level 10, there were King-level, Emperor-level, and the legendary Saint-level.

The reason for this level classification was because there were natural barriers within the energy channels of superhumans. Whenever a superhuman's strength reached a certain level, they would break through these barriers and enter the next realm.

Some said it was unlocking the meridians, while others said it was unlocking genetic locks. Regardless, these barriers were real and any superhuman could sense their existence. Each breakthrough brought a tremendous increase in strength for the superhuman and the possibility of comprehending new skills.

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However, in David's past life, he had witnessed the most powerful superhuman himself, and he was only at level 7. That level 7 superhuman had effortlessly destroyed a large base with just one move, leaving a deep impression on David. If a level 7 superhuman was already that formidable, how terrifying would superhumans above level 10 be? As for the legendary "Saint-level" superhumans, David had never even heard of them, and he even doubted if superhumans of that level truly existed.

If they did exist, their power would be incredibly terrifying. Along the way, David easily killed all the zombies he encountered and arrived at the underground parking lot. The Jeep he had rented was still parked there. David took out the keys, started the vehicle, and saw that it hadn't suffered much damage. It still looked intact.

Suddenly, David remembered something. "Oh, how could I forget about this car?" He opened the car door, got out, and stored the entire SUV in the storage space.

[You obtained one SUV, critical hit damage multiplied by 100,000! ]

[Congratulations! You obtained 100,000 SUVs! ]

Indeed, even vehicles were considered resources by the system. In this way, even if the car was damaged, he wouldn't feel distressed since he had 100,000 backup vehicles. After making a copy, David summoned another car and got back inside. Although he wasn't familiar with the location of the cold storage, the vehicle's GPS navigation system was still functional for now.

David checked and found that the cold storage wasn't far away, about a twenty-minute drive. However, with zombies filling the city, David had no choice but to take a detour, avoiding areas with a high concentration of zombies, which would likely take more time.

On the way, David drove recklessly, hitting any zombies that dared to block his path. Since he had plenty of spare vehicles, he didn't care if the car got damaged. Occasionally, he could hear cries for help from the roadside, and there were even bold survivors who wanted to stop his car.

David ignored them and simply accelerated past them, treating them all like zombies. Who knew what these people would do after stopping his car? Along the way, David took detours, avoiding areas with many zombies, as well as roadblocks caused by broken-down vehicles and obstacles. The twenty-minute drive took him forty minutes, nearly twice the expected time.

The location of the cold storage was in an industrial park. As he entered the industrial park, the surroundings suddenly became quiet. With vast space and few people, David hardly saw any zombies along the way. After all, there weren't many workers in this area, and the zombies from the city center hadn't reached here yet.

David easily found the location of the cold storage. The entrance gate of the cold storage was adorned with a stone plaque that read "Good Dish Cold Chain Transport Co., Ltd." The gate was forcefully opened by David's car, and he drove inside. The first thing that caught his eye was an empty space. On both sides of the empty space were two huge warehouses, with several trucks parked in the distance. The warehouse entrances had many small platforms, likely used for loading and unloading goods from these trucks.

If David's guess was correct, these two warehouses should be where the food was stored. He decided to check the warehouse on the left first. He drove his car to the left warehouse, and there were four large characters written on the entrance gate: Warehouse No. 1. David got out of the car, walked to the gate, and saw a small map posted on it, indicating the warehouse's area divisions.

David approached and took a look. The left side was the frozen storage area, the middle was the refrigerated storage area, and the right side was the room temperature storage area. After some consideration, he decided to go and check the room temperature storage area first.