Zombolution: Unleash the Undying Power

Chapter 41: Bionic Humans

The moment of decision had arrived, and Zorvax's contemplations culminated in a resolute choice. With a determined tone and a hint of curiosity, he declared, "I've decided, let's take this one." His enigmatic mask bore the faint glint of intrigue, reflecting his anticipation for the outcome of his selection.

With a level of certainty that only a unique character like Zorvax could possess, he chose the enigmatic Level 2 Bionic Potion, the item shrouded in mystery. "I know that I'm taking a chance here," he acknowledged, his voice carrying a note of confidence. "But I am still alive anyway, and let's see what this bionic potion will do," he added, the air charged with anticipation.

Zorvax's decision was final, and the virtual shop's digital interface responded accordingly. The transaction incurred a cost of 4,000 Zombie Points, deducting them from his overall tally. The deduction was met with a sense of determination as Zorvax watched the interface transform before his eyes.

Before him, a syringe filled with silver liquid appeared, its enigmatic nature only deepening the intrigue surrounding the item. Zorvax's enigmatic mask concealed his expressions, leaving his thoughts and emotions shrouded in a veil of mystery.

However, Zorvax was not one to shy away from taking the initiative. His curiosity and desire for change led him to pose a practical question, "Do I need to administer it myself?" He regarded the syringe, pondering the mechanics of the transformation he was about to undertake.

In the desolate land's eerie glow, Zorvax's confusion was palpable, but his resolve remained unwavering. He recognized the importance of taking control of his own fate. Without hesitation, he took matters into his own hands, gripping the syringe with his skeletal fingers.

The question of where to inject the bionic potion became clear. Zorvax's unique condition allowed for a straightforward choice. With only his head bearing some flesh, it was the most suitable point of administration. His belief that the potion might alter his brain added another layer of curiosity to the moment.

With unwavering determination, Zorvax administered the mysterious bionic potion into his own brain. The silver liquid coursed through the syringe and into his unique physiology, setting into motion an enigmatic transformation.

As the liquid mingled with his neural pathways, an unexpected sensation surged through Zorvax. He trembled, caught off guard by a sudden, piercing pain that radiated from his head. It was a sensation he had never anticipated, one that cut through the veil of his usual pain immunity.

His enigmatic mask concealed the grimace on his face, but the tremors in his skeletal frame were palpable. "I never thought that I would feel pain from my head," he muttered through gritted teeth as he fell to his knees.

Beside him, Ophelia observed Zorvax's unexpected reaction with concern. Her gaze, though devoid of emotion, reflected her attentiveness to her master's well-being. "Are you okay, master?" she inquired, her voice calm and composed. Despite Zorvax's skeletal form, Ophelia had sensed that something was amiss when he trembled in pain.

With a firm resolve, Zorvax assured Ophelia, "I am okay. Just let me handle it myself." He knew that whatever was happening to him was a personal journey, and he needed to face it alone. He gestured for Ophelia to return to the system, and she dematerialized into the virtual realm.

As the mysterious potion's effects continued to work their transformative magic, the system's announcement cut through the room's eerie ambience. The words appeared before Zorvax, etching themselves into his consciousness.

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[Force Evolution initiated]

[Force Evolution is in process]

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In response to these cryptic words, the familiar black tendrils emerged from the ground. They encircled Zorvax's skeletal form, just as they had done in previous evolutions. As the transformation took hold, Zorvax's consciousness gradually slumbered, allowing the enigmatic evolution to unfold.

As Zorvax embarked on his mysterious evolution, an entirely different scene played out in the base of the enigmatic group. Gamma, one of the group's members, was met with a shocking revelation. The life sensor tracking Alpha's vital signs had now turned off, leaving him bewildered.

"How can this be happening?" Gamma muttered under his breath, his voice laced with disbelief. He paced around the dimly lit room, his steps echoing in the solemn silence. The gravity of the situation weighed on him as he grappled with the sudden loss of a top member.

The implications were clear. The life sensor had gone dark because its subject was no longer among the living. Alpha, one of the group's esteemed members, had met an unexpected demise, leaving behind a void in their ranks. The enigmatic circumstances surrounding his death left Gamma with more questions than answers.

His murmured thoughts filled the room, carried by the winds of uncertainty. "How can he die so easily?" Gamma continued to grapple with the reality of the situation. Alpha had held a prominent position within their group, and his unexpected demise cast a shadow of doubt and vulnerability.

The weight of the revelation was undeniable, leaving Gamma to question the strength of their forces and the challenges they faced. His voice, though hushed, carried an undercurrent of frustration and self-doubt.

"I am, too, underestimated level 2 zombies," he admitted, recognizing that they had perhaps been overly confident in their assessment of the level 2 zombies they encountered.

Gamma, still reeling from the shock of Alpha's demise, found a glimmer of solace in a small but significant revelation. He murmured to himself, his voice a mixture of relief and determination, "Fortunately, Alpha had sent a sample of the level 2 zombie before dying."

Unbeknownst to many, Alpha had been far more resourceful than his unfortunate end might suggest. As he engaged in his fateful confrontation with Zorvax, Alpha had taken a proactive step.

While in the thick of battle, he managed to scan the DNA of the formidable level 2 zombie gunner and sent the vital data to Gamma, ensuring it reached its intended destination. However, Zorvax's elusive speed and keen awareness had thwarted any attempts to scan his genetic code.

Gamma's acknowledgement of this critical DNA sample carried a sense of purpose and a commitment to honouring Alpha's memory. With this genetic material, they possessed a valuable resource that could pave the way for a brighter future.

"With this DNA, we can conduct research to create even stronger bionic humans," Gamma contemplated, his voice blending optimism and determination.

The prospect of harnessing the genetic data from the level 2 zombie filled him with hope for what lay ahead. It was a chance to bolster their forces, enhance their abilities, and ensure that Alpha's sacrifice would not be in vain.

Gamma's final words resonated with a solemn promise: "Alpha, with this DNA, we will make sure to avenge you." His tone was unwavering.