Infinite Survival: I Have A Ton Of Passive Skills

[Your next survival will begin in three days, please be prepared. 】

The system fell silent after telling Zhou Chen the next time to survive.

"I can only rest for three days this time? The survival frequency has indeed increased a lot..."

Regardless of the three tools on the floor, Zhou Chen walked to a small refrigerator in his room, took out a carton of milk and a piece of bread from it, then sat on his bed and started eating quickly.

He is tired and hungry now, and his energy is very exhausted, and he urgently needs to replenish his energy and take a good rest.

While the wind was blowing, he thought about the situation of this survival.

This time he had a lot of gains in survival. He gained several passive skills, all of which were more useful types, but the process was also very dangerous.

Now think about it, if he didn’t get the passive predator talent and these passive skills, he might not be able to survive the next day in the city of zombies, and he would be torn apart by the wandering zombies after his physical strength and mental state fell. He found a room suitable for hiding and stayed in it all the time, and he might not be able to withstand the zombies behind him hitting the door.

"This Bronze Elementary Survival Mission is clearly the lowest level, why is it so difficult..."

Zhou Chen now understands the pessimism of many survivors on the forum. The survival task is difficult from the lowest level. Basically, many people will be eliminated every time. The frequency is still so high, which makes it difficult for many survivors. Withstand this pressure.

"Anyway... I must do my best to live... If I can live an extra second, I will earn..."

Zhou Chen's mentality is much better than that of many survivors. He died in a car accident and traveled to this world, which is equivalent to gaining a second life. It is a profit in itself, but it is a matter of earning more and less.

After eating bread, drinking milk, and firming up his belief in his heart, Zhou Chen took out a small red scroll from the backpack space and tore it to pieces.

This scroll is the physique scroll reward he has just received, and it can increase his physique by 0.1, which is not small.

Perceiving that his body became stronger and more powerful as the red scroll turned into pieces and disappeared, Zhou Chen lay on the bed and prepared to rest. Before going to sleep, he opened the personal panel and took a look:

【Name: Zhou Chen.

Physique: 1.5.

Agility: 1.4.

Spirit: 1.6.

Talent: Passive predator.

Passive skills: Corpse Poison I, Agility Strengthening I, Spirit Strengthening I, Physical Strengthening I, Fighting Technique I, Long Spear Technique I.

Comprehensive evaluation: Beginner Bronze. 】

"The comprehensive evaluation remains the same..."

Immediately, both physically and mentally fatigued, he quickly fell asleep.

When Zhou Chen woke up, he looked at his alarm clock and found that he had slept for ten hours just now, so he slept straight into the afternoon.

This time, his sleep quality was very good, he didn't dream much. After waking up, he felt very energetic, but his stomach was still a little hungry.

"Go downstairs and eat beef noodle..."

There were no conditions for cooking in his small single room, and he was too lazy to do it himself, so he went out and went downstairs to eat.

While walking in the corridor, he checked his clothes.

The clothes on his body looked different from when he left the city of zombies. It was much cleaner, and there was no dust and stains, just like the state he was in when he started to survive.

But after groping for a while, he still found a difference. There was a small mouth in the pocket of his pants. He remembered that this small mouth did not exist before survival. It was because he was accidentally in the zombie city when he escaped from the pursuit of the zombies. Scratched on.

"It seems that the judgments of the survivors on the forum are more correct... During the survival process, my whole person was transmitted into the dungeon world... When I return, it will be purified..."

Zhou Chen's current physical condition is also in line with this inference. He now looks like his hair is a bit messy, his whole body is still fresh, there is not much sweat and dirt, only a few more small wounds caused when he was in the city of zombies.

"Now I can basically be sure that the statements on the forum are true... You can't bring things from Blue Star to the copy when you survive, and you can't bring things from the copy. Only the items produced by the system have no such restrictions... In terms of time, the instance time appears on the Blue Star as a very short moment... If a big living person suddenly disappears in broad daylight, he must have entered the instance and died..."

After thinking about it, Zhou Chen came to the noodle shop downstairs and ordered three bowls of beef noodles.

After the various attributes were improved, he felt that his appetite had increased significantly.

"A large bowl of beef noodles and 30 Dragon National Coins... these three bowls went to nearly 100..."

Zhou Chen feels that his current expenses are a bit high, and for him, a vagrant, he feels a bit sitting in the air.

"It doesn't matter... there are more than 40,000 in hand, enough for a while...maybe I can't use it all..."

Immediately, he thought that his current state needn't think too much about the issue of money. No amount of money seemed to have much effect on him.

"It doesn't seem right... rich survivors can still buy things to increase their combat power..."

Thinking of the source of his own money for noodles, Zhou Chen discovered that in fact, money also had an effect on his survival, but the demand would be greater.

"Young man, I saw you again! Your appetite is really big, I am sure I was not mistaken, you are a martial arts wizard!"

At this moment, Zhou Chen suddenly heard a familiar old man's voice. He turned his head and found that it was the master of the Weijiang Martial Art Museum, Liu Weijiang, Uncle Liu, whom he had met a few days ago.

Today, Uncle Liu was wearing black everyday clothes and walked into this noodle restaurant slowly. It seemed that he was also here to eat noodles.

"Uncle Liu, don't bury me. I'm just an ordinary person with a slightly larger appetite. I can only learn your martial arts skills without it."

When Zhou Chen saw this uncle struck up a conversation with himself, he immediately declared that he would not practice his martial arts, because he knew very well that this old man was a layman.

"Hey...it's a pity... my Hell Wujiquan... there will be no successors..."

Uncle Liu sighed slightly when Zhou Chen refused so decisively, and sat across from Zhou Chen's table.

Hearing his regretful sigh, Zhou Chen felt very speechless. He almost didn't swallow the noodles in his mouth, because he had seen the so-called Hell Wujiquan by Uncle Liu. Powerful, the movements are very horrible, and it is very problematic to use it to fool children.

"Uncle Liu, if you want to carry forward your unique knowledge, you can consider posting a video online."

Seeing the face of the old man across the table a little sad, Zhou Chen didn't think much about it, so he gave him an idea. Anyway, as far as he knows, things about ghosts and animals are also very popular in this world, and they can make everyone happy. , There may even be someone with abnormal brain circuits that would be willing to worship Uncle Liu.