Wait!
Level 68?!
Shawn instinctively tried to get up, but the next moment, he directly hit the roof of the passenger seat, causing a convex deformation to the car roof.
A hint of pain pulled Shawn's attention back.
Looking at Bray's concerned gaze from the passenger seat, Shawn waved his hand.
"I'm fine."
Sitting down again, Shawn looked carefully once more, and only then did he breathe a sigh of relief, confirming it was Lv68.
He had been so preoccupied with constantly throwing tubular bombs and checking the fully unlocked system functions that he hadn't noticed he had undergone a level leap.
Directly from the previous Lv52, he had soared over 15 levels to reach Lv68.
Doesn't this mean that once he levels up another 12 levels, he will have triple skill points again?
Shawn suddenly recalled his previous words about the hardships of reaching Lv52; he hadn't expected the contrast to come so quickly, as if leveling up was becoming easier and easier now.
Shawn chuckled, then directly jumped to the familiar skill point allocation interface.
Arriving at the Strength Sequence, which he hadn't visited in a long time, Shawn directly opened a skill called 'Pack Mule'.
[Pack Mule — You can now be a Pack Mule; carrying more items will not incur movement speed penalties]
Simply put, this skill directly expands the system backpack grid.
Previously, Shawn's skill points were limited, so almost all of them were allocated to skills that enhanced his strength, and since the backpack already had quite a few slots, he had never allocated points to this skill.
But ever since he encountered that supermarket, Shawn realized he had been too naive before, truly too naive!
How could such an important skill not have reserved skill points to be maxed out?
This time, Shawn's family also had food, so he might as well be generous.
Shawn directly maxed out 'Pack Mule' in one go.
Pack Mule has 5 levels in total; the first two levels only require 1 skill point, the next two require 2 points, and the last one even requires 3 points to unlock.
Maxing it out this time consumed 9 skill points, which Shawn really wouldn't have been able to spare if not for this explosive level-up.
[(Disorganized) Level 1/5]
[To be honest, in the apocalypse, who still has time to perfectly organize their belongings?]
[You are not affected by weight and can carry 3 additional pages of items]
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[(Pack Mule) Level 5/5]
[Now you are either a Pack Mule or a mobile cargo container]
[You will not be affected by weight and can carry 18 pages of items (Total at Max Level)]
[Strength Sequence] Pack Mule Level Lv5
After the skill points were allocated, Shawn rubbed his eyes and looked at the unit of measurement given by the skill: it was 'pages'!
He quickly opened his system backpack and found that it indeed had a large amount of empty space added.
Each grid inside could also hold stacked items.
Shawn was filled with regret at this moment; if he had known, he would have leveled up at the supermarket first, added the points, and then he could have carried more supplies.
Now, going back, he also had to worry whether the supplies in the supermarket had already been taken.
"I hope the supplies are still there when we arrive," Shawn consoled himself silently.
However, Shawn's previous decision was not wrong.
Supplies were not as important as people, so Shawn prioritized the people of Alexandria.
Next were the two Vechita sisters; according to their personalities, if they couldn't shake off their pursuers, they would definitely lead them to the supermarket.
At that point, he would have no choice but to act, and it would also lead to the Zealots, who would track them down later, discovering the supermarket's existence.
That would be truly troublesome.
"Let bygones be bygones. Whether the supplies are still there or not, I have seeds, so I'm not lacking in that regard."
"Plus, with the system fully unlocked, we will soon be self-sufficient."
Shawn adjusted his mindset.
The fire truck was driving on the road through the jungle, and finally, they could see the tail of the convoy in the distance.
Daryl, with the people of Alexandria, couldn't go fast, but fortunately, nothing happened along the way; it was a peaceful journey.
The small car in front of Shawn's seemed to notice the fire truck, and holding the radio, her voice echoed through all the in-car radios.
Their radios seemed to have a limited signal range; the message was relayed from back to front several times before reaching the front of the convoy.
Daryl turned his head, vaguely seeing the dark red silhouette of the fire truck far behind.
Seeing Shawn's large vehicle following the convoy, he rode the motorcycle, which he had found somewhere in the Community, and slowed down until he was parallel with the fire truck.
Daryl looked at Shawn, who was sitting in the passenger seat, not speaking, but merely using gestures to ask Shawn if he was in trouble.
Only when he saw Shawn shake his head did he relax slightly.
The motorcycle sped up, and he returned to the front of the convoy, leading the way for everyone.
It was another tedious journey. Shawn leaned back in his seat and stretched lazily, only to see the spoils of war body bags he had casually tossed aside earlier.
After taking out all the spoils from inside, Shawn had casually crumpled these bags into balls and tossed them aside.
Recalling them now, Shawn briefly glanced at them, rolled down the car window, and was about to throw them out directly.
But just as Shawn's palm hovered in the air, he suddenly paused.
The spoils of war body bag hung in the air for two seconds, then Shawn gripped it tightly again and pulled it back.
He stared inexplicably at the orange-yellow ball in his hand, then unfolded the crumpled spoils of war body bag.
Shawn opened the bag, and what greeted his eyes was the familiar empty grid.
Shawn frowned, tried putting items from his system backpack into it, and then added some high-quality items like metal ingots, metal tubes, and bullets.
Shawn held it up in his hands again but couldn't feel the corresponding weight.
Shawn then brought his palms together, trying to crumple the body bag into a ball, and it actually turned into a small ball again.
"Interesting," Shawn's mouth curved into a smile.
When the body bag was compressed like this, it clearly looked empty from the outside.
But only Shawn himself knew that he had indeed put quite a few things inside.
Suddenly, Shawn felt as if he had discovered an inconspicuous but important detail.
Without looking for Bray, who was driving, Shawn turned his head and looked through the rear window at a Zealot whose eyes met his.
"This is for you." As he spoke, Shawn tossed the body bag over.
Shawn watched as the body bag arced lightly through the air and landed in the Zealot's arms.
He held his hands together, as if facing some sacred object, holding the body bag before his eyes. His gradually normalizing eyes carefully observed the body bag lying in his palm.
"Do you… feel anything?" Shawn asked him.
The Zealot shook his head, looking somewhat bewildered.
"Then try to open it and put your hand inside."
The Zealot did as told, but as he expanded the body bag to its normal size and reached his arm inside, his eyes suddenly widened in surprise.
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