End Times, Surviving with My Beastly Army novel Chapter 175

Chapter 175 The First Psychic Breakthrough

“Thank you, Robin, Oscar said sweetly.

Finished

Robin ruffled his hair. “Ozzie, from now on, every place we go, you tell me how many red dots you can see, alright?”

“Mm–hmm!” he nodded eagerly.

Behind the hospital was what used to be a bustling food street that was once packed with people. Now? It was packed with zombies.

Shutter doors had been torn apart, tables and chairs lay overturned, and in some shops, half–eaten meals still sat on tables.

Only now, they had long since rotted and were covered in patches of mold in every imaginable color. Under the dim, rain–soaked sky, everything looked desolate and decayed.

“There are forty–eight,” Ozzie said with his eyes closed.

He sounded relatively relaxed. Clearly, forty–eight wasn’t his limit.

“Good.”

Robin nodded and led him forward. “What about here?”

She casually kicked a lunging zombie aside, crushing it effortlessly as she spoke.

It wasn’t that there were no zombies here. In fact, the entire street was crawling with them, but with Robin around, these low–level creatures weren’t even a threat.

And so, a bizarre scene unfolded.

In the light drizzle, a tall, striking woman walked hand in hand with a young boy. Zombies lunged at them one after another, snarling and clawing, but she moved as if she didn’t even see them, dispatching each one with casual ease.

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The two of them looked less like survivors in an apocalypse and more like they were taking a peaceful stroll.

“Robin…”

After crossing from one street to another, Oscar suddenly clutched his head, his face twisting in discomfort. “I feel dizzy…”

Robin stopped. “How bad?”

Oscar shook his head weakly. “It’s a little better now…”

Robin nodded. “Then we keep going.”

3:08 pm P PPP.

Chapter 126 The First Psychic Breakthrough

She didn’t go easy on him just because he was a child. If the apocalypse, everyone was the same. Children were pushed like adults, and adults were worked like beasts.

If you wanted to survive, you had to push yourself.

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By the time they were halfway down another street, Oscar suddenly stopped. “My head hurts! Robin, my head really hurts!”

The strain from overusing his psychic ability was catching up to him. His small face had turned pale.

“Alright. We’ll rest.”

They moved in short bursts–walking, stopping, pushing forward again.

By the end, Oscar was drenched in sweat. His vision darkened in waves. It felt like countless needles were stabbing into his brain, churning endlessly. Even his stomach churned violently.

Robin watched him closely. When she judged the time was right, she took out a small vial of colorless liquid. “Ozzie. Drink this.”

“What is it…”

His eyelids were heavy, his fingers trembling as he barely managed to take it.

Robin winced slightly. “Something good.”

This was the Mental Amplification Serum, and that tiny bottle had cost her a full 1000 points.

Ever since it was unlocked in the system shop, she hadn’t been able to bring herself to use it.

This was her first time, and she was using it on Oscar.

Oscar didn’t think much of it. He downed the entire vial in one go.

Robin watched him carefully, while internally, her heart bled

What a scam…

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It was such a tiny bottle that a kid could finish it in one gulp, and it cost a thousand points?

Ridiculous.

A soft chime echoed in her mind. “Host, the system does not engage in unfair trade. All items are guaranteed to be worth their value.”

“Yeah, we’ll see about that,” Robin muttered.

She stared at Oscar. “How do you feel? Any better?”

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