Nina Jacobs kicked him away.
"Aren’t you unafraid?
Aren’t you a fan of research? So, how do you feel now?"
Villains usually get what they deserve.
But it’s often the stupid and paranoid ones who cause the most harm.
"Let me tell you something. Your wound is already starting to turn black and stink.
In another three minutes, the zombie virus toxins will spread throughout your entire body.
Your immune system is completely useless against this virus.
All of your nerves and cells will be killed by the virus, including you yourself."
Nina Jacobs’s words were like a death sentence.
Coupled with the agonizing pain racking his body, the man with glasses began to tremble all over.
But he still insisted on crawling toward his backpack, pulling out several syringes, and jabbing them all into his neck.
"It’s fine. It should be fine.
I have antibiotics, I have serum... I can get through this."
The serum and antibiotics were all injected into his body, but the dark, bluish-black veins under his skin still spread rapidly across him.
"How can this be?"
He sobbed as he stared at his own unfamiliar arm.
"This is all your fault! I could have taken it back to study!
It’s all your fault!"
He shrieked and lunged at Nina Jacobs, but she pinned him to the wall with a single strike of her blade.
THUD.
The back of the man’s head blossomed into a brown flower against the wall.
[System Notification: Host’s action will save 1 person immediately and 659 people in 2 days. Triggering the "Selfless Savior" title. Reward: 660 bottles of Healing Potion.]
’The number in the system notification is that high.’
Nina Jacobs was almost certain now. This man was the culprit who had caused the deaths of hundreds in her past life.
The one person saved must have been Joy Thompson, who had just narrowly avoided being bitten.
"That was a close call. We almost didn’t make it."
Evan Crawford and the others were filled with relief.
That tiny Zombie Rat was too agile; they couldn’t defend against it at all.
No wonder Nina Jacobs had been so tense from the very beginning.
"That’s way scarier than a regular zombie.
But why couldn’t I sense it?"
Gabriel Leighton crouched beside the Zombie Rat’s corpse, still hung up on this question.
"Thank you so much for what you did just now. Joy is okay because of you."
Simon Coleman and Joy Thompson walked over, speaking with sincerity.
"It was nothing. You did well, too."
Nina Jacobs nodded.
The Gold Spike from earlier was Simon Coleman’s doing.
Joy Thompson grabbed Nina Jacobs’s arm and thanked her profusely again before she and the others returned to their respective rooms.
"This is for you."
Nina Jacobs breathed a sigh of relief and handed the backpack she had placed on the floor to Wayne Warner.
Wayne Warner nodded and went back to his room.
The sound of a plastic bag being unwrapped soon came from the room.
’He really didn’t get enough to eat.’
Nina Jacobs gave a helpless smile.
But her gaze shifted to the dead Zombie Rat on the floor.
She placed the Zombie Rat’s corpse into a cage and carried it back to her room.
She wanted to try out "Silent Moistening," a skill recorded in the Wood Element Skill Book.
If she failed, she would burn the Zombie Rat’s corpse with her Superpower.
Nina Jacobs selected a seed and dropped it onto the Zombie Rat’s wound.
Using her Wood Element Superpower to accelerate its growth, the seed quickly began to take root and sprout on the Zombie Rat’s body.
The Wood Element Skill Book said that the most important aspect of the Wood Element Superpower is perception.
Perceiving life.
Perceiving origin.
Perceiving the energy of all things.
Nina Jacobs closed her eyes, imagining the root system spreading infinitely along a decaying vein.
The more roots there were, the wider the area of spread became.
She discovered that this process was continuously consuming her Superpower.
She could even feel a ball of energy within her body.
That ball of energy was her very own Superpower...
The roots spread one after another until the seed’s rooting process was complete.

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