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Chapter 16: Zombie Warrior\'s Thick Skin

Zorvax watched the scene unfold with a mix of awe and apprehension. "This Level 2 zombie is incredibly strong," he muttered to himself. The display of raw power was both a testament to what he could become and a stark reminder of the formidable task ahead.

He couldn\'t help but contemplate the enticing prospect of evolution to a Level 2 Zombie. "I can\'t wait to become a Level 2 zombie," Zorvax thought. The idea of such strength, agility, and resilience seemed like a distant yet tantalizing goal. For now, though, his focus remained on the unfolding clash of the undead titans.

His determination flared as he rushed towards the Zombie Warrior. With a burst of strength, he leaped high into the air, aiming to land behind the formidable opponent. His heart raced as he descended, a glint of anticipation in his eyes.

Landing behind the towering Zombie Warrior, Zorvax immediately lunged forward with his dagger. He let out a fierce shout, "Die!" as he thrust the blade towards the creature\'s head. His muscles strained as he tried to pierce through the tough, decaying skin.

However, it wasn\'t as easy as he thought. The Zombie Warrior, sensing the attack, thrashed around wildly. Zorvax\'s grip on his dagger was shaken, and he was thrown to the ground. He grunted in surprise as he hit the dirt, his weapon still in hand.

Zorvax looked at his dagger, and disappointment welled up in him. "Cursed luck," he muttered under his breath, frustration evident in his voice. The blade had snapped, broken by the impact against the Zombie Warrior\'s thick skull.

He quickly assessed the situation. The Zombie Warrior was still standing, albeit with a slight scratch on its head. Zorvax realized that his initial assessment was right – the creature\'s skin was indeed too thick for his dagger to penetrate.

In the midst of the ongoing battle between the Zombie Warrior and the other undead, Zorvax took a step back, his mind racing. He couldn\'t afford to give up now. If he wanted to evolve and gain the strength he so desired, he needed to come up with a new plan.

With newfound determination, Zorvax scanned the battlefield, looking for any potential advantage. The battle raged on, swift and thick zombies attacking the Zombie Warrior. The creature\'s attention was divided, providing a moment of opportunity.

Zorvax knew he had to exploit this chance. He couldn\'t stab through the thick skin, but perhaps there was another way to weaken the Zombie Warrior. A new plan began to form in his mind.

As Zorvax caught his breath, he noticed a dead body nearby, and a cunning plan began to form in his mind. He knew he needed to find a way to weaken the Zombie Warrior with its impenetrable skin. Glancing around to ensure no other zombies were paying him much attention, he quickly moved towards the corpse.

The brain matter was what he needed. Without hesitation, Zorvax reached into the lifeless skull and pulled out a handful of the grisly substance. It was a gruesome task, but he was determined to make it work.

Rushing back towards the Zombie Warrior, Zorvax approached with newfound determination. In one swift motion, he splattered the brain matter and coagulated blood toward the Zombie Warrior\'s right hand. The noxious concoction splashed over the decaying flesh, emitting a foul odor that repelled even the undead.

The Zombie Warrior, now with the tainted hand, drew the attention of the swarm of zombies. The foul smell of the brain matter and blood attracted them like moths to a flame. Swift and thick zombies alike were drawn to the Zombie Warrior\'s now-vulnerable right hand, each aiming for the same spot.

Zorvax seized this golden opportunity to score some evolution points. He lunged at the Level 1 zombies who were fixated on the big zombie, his dagger making quick work of them. With precise stabs to their heads, they fell one after another, their focus entirely on the Zombie Warrior.

"I can do this," Zorvax muttered to himself, determined to prove his worth. His heart raced with each successful kill, and he couldn\'t help but grin. The level one zombies were oblivious to him, their single-minded pursuit of the Zombie Warrior leaving them vulnerable.

As the swarm of zombies descended upon the Zombie Warrior, their combined force proved overwhelming. They attacked the tainted right hand, gnashing at it with their rotting teeth and scratching with their decaying nails. The Zombie Warrior struggled to maintain its composure, its monstrous strength weakening in the face of this unexpected onslaught.

Zorvax, with a mixture of excitement and relief, watched as the Zombie Warrior\'s right hand was overwhelmed. With a sickening squelch, it detached from the body, held only by tattered shreds of flesh and sinew. The Zombie Warrior roared in agony as it lost its grip on the massive sword.

Zorvax couldn\'t hide his delight. He approached the severed hand and the weapon, a victorious smile playing on his lips. "This is it!" he exclaimed, reveling in the moment. The enormous sword lay at his feet, an enticing symbol of power.

Zorvax\'s eyes fixated on the enormous sword lying at his feet. He felt a surge of excitement and determination. With this weapon, he believed he could finally take down the Zombie Warrior, whose thick skin had proven nearly impenetrable to his dagger.

He bent down, his hands trembling with anticipation, and attempted to lift the massive blade. It was far heavier than he had imagined, and the strain on his muscles was immediate. "Damn, this sword is heavy!" Zorvax grumbled through gritted teeth. He cursed the weapon\'s weight, but he was not about to give up.