Zerg: An incredible way to survive

I don't know how long I stayed in this bathtub.

But her body didn't change at all, and it was still as pure and flawless as before.

I lost interest in continuing to bathe here.

He stood up and shook his body casually, and the water droplets that were originally stuck to the surface of his skin fell to the ground one after another. This body was indeed very strange, and even the water droplets could not stay on it.

This strange material suddenly reminded me of the pieces of latex I bought for experiments, except that my skin was smoother.

But when I thought about the reason why I bought that thing, I inexplicably wanted to laugh at myself at that time.

Whenever I think of the past, I feel inexplicably longing for it.

At least we didn't have to hide like we do now.

I went to the second floor of the villa and set up a secret compartment in the middle of the entrances to the two rooms.

There is nothing special placed here, it's just the defense system of this house.

Since I was young and ignorant at the time, I didn't know how to set up the more difficult formations to fit the size of the house, so I chose the purest method and set the formation in the center.

With the center of the house as the center of the circle, it continues to spread outwards.

A spherical barrier just covers the entire house, but at that time I thought that the underground laboratory should also be an integral part of the house, so I set the center of the circle on the second floor of the house.

But there is a disadvantage to doing so. The barrier is not that large and cannot completely cover the lawn and courtyard outside. But I used to not care about the flowers, plants and trees outside. But now I think about it, my stupid decision at that time has caused my range of activities to become smaller.

Originally, I came here to change the shape of the barrier to cover the courtyard outside.

But now I take a look, one of the two crystals that I originally installed to serve as energy sources has become dull and broken.

I also roughly guessed that someone must have actively attacked the barrier outside. As for why the barrier did not break, it should be related to the strength I set.

After all, the people who live here are either rich or noble, so it's understandable that they set up some security measures in their homes. Even if those people have a reason, they dare not break in directly.

But they actually dared to attack the house where I live, so they must have some support or confidence. But as to why this barrier was not broken by them, the situation may be more complicated to guess.

This gives me a bit of a headache, but since they evacuated, they must have explored the inside of the house in some way, but we can't rule out the possibility that they didn't evacuate.

Although the situation is not favorable to me, when I think about it carefully, it seems that they don’t have any means to do anything to me.

It’s true to think so, but I’m not the type to just sit there and wait for death. I will naturally use my own methods to investigate the outside world.

I stroked the ring in my hand. This was the real body of that little guy. After all, I signed a contract with him, so it was normal for him to give his real body to me for safekeeping.

However, using the energy of this ring as a barrier for this room seems a bit of a waste no matter how you look at it.

But I remember there seemed to be some crystals in the basement.

Recalling this, I suddenly remembered that I seemed to have locked up a few people in the basement.

After careful calculation, it has been about four or five months since I left here, from the early spring in March to now the end of July, which is about to enter August.

When you calculate it this way, it seems like it’s been almost half a year.

But their strength should not be low. After all, they caused me quite a bit of trouble back then. They shouldn’t have starved to death during these six months, right?

It's not that I sympathize with them or think they might starve to death in my basement. I'm just worried that if they starve to death, their bodies will probably rot and stink in my basement.

The process of dealing with corpses is troublesome, and the process of dealing with rotten corpses is even more troublesome. I don’t like trouble, and they may also pollute the environment of the basement.

After all, I dug out that basement myself.

I didn’t know what was wrong with me before. I guess I was poisoned by those movies. I always felt that such secret things should be done by myself and should not be known to outsiders.

So I dug out a basement myself.

But I began to regret designing this basement as soon as I started working on it. At that time, I realized that the sketch I designed was really just a "sketch". There were too many objective factors that were not taken into account, which led to frequent construction accidents during that period.

The worst incident nearly caused the house to collapse. At that time, I completely misjudged the tolerance of the materials and completely forgot about it in the afternoon because I went out shopping with my friends.

When I came back and was hungry, I realized that something was wrong with the house. It always felt shaky.

When I think of these things, I inexplicably feel that life has hope again.

After all, even though I built it on a whim, I thought about giving up later on. But when I thought about having a very cool basement, I inexplicably became motivated again.

When I came to the basement, I didn’t know if the ventilation system in the basement was broken or something else happened, but there was a fragrance wafting out of the basement?

But this fragrance only lingered for a moment when I entered the basement, and then it dissipated into the air around me at a very fast speed.

But when I smelled this scent, my heart skipped a beat.

After all, that system was buried directly underground, and I seldom opened it at ordinary times. If I had to open it, I would open a separate area to minimize their wear and tear. After all, when I first designed it, I realized that if this thing needed repairing or maintenance, the process would be very painful.

I walked towards the basement with my head held high, but the expected lack of oxygen did not occur.

Then I subconsciously twitched my nose and suddenly remembered that this was just a decoration and had no practical use.

This is really sad. The five senses on the body have become decorations, and the perception of the surroundings depends entirely on one's own consciousness to explore the surroundings.

It seems that in order to adapt to this body, I have to change my human habits.