Chapter 6

C6 – Storage Bag

“You’re asking for it!”

Tan Chong raised his hand and delivered a swift chop, channeling the formidable power of an Evolver into the blade. With a single strike, he cleaved a zombie’s head in two, killing it instantly.

After dispatching the zombie, Tan Chong refrained from further attacks, as the remaining zombies were all swarming Chen Dong and the other two.

A sleazy man managed to slay one zombie, only to be tackled to the ground by another. His neck was instantly torn open, gushing bright red blood.

With the sleazy man’s combat abilities gone, Chen Dong and the other man suddenly found themselves under increased pressure. They were driven back by the zombies and had retreated into the room.

“Tan Chong, what the hell are you doing? Get over here and help!” Chen Dong shouted furiously, watching Tan Chong stand by idly.

Tan Chong observed with a detached gaze, unmoved by the chaos.

Chen Dong had always been antagonistic toward him. Tan Chong was far from foolish; he was well aware of Chen Dong’s repeated attempts on his life.

Previously, with his weaker abilities, he had no choice but to yield.

But now, the tables had turned. Not only was he an Evolver, but he was also a Psychokinesis Master. He had all the power he needed to confront Chen Dong.

His purpose in drawing the zombies here was precisely to eliminate Chen Dong and his accomplices. Why would he lift a finger to assist them?

Chen Dong was still alive. Witnessing Tan Chong effortlessly dispatch three zombies, his eyes widened and he spoke with a shaky voice, “You’re an Evolver, and also a Magic Psychokinesis Master...”

Tan Chong seemed to pay no heed to Chen Dong’s words. His focus was entirely on the last zombie, as another white fragment had caught his eye.

“A white fragment!” Tan Chong exclaimed with delight.

He had previously found a golden fragment, which had transformed him into an Evolver and a Psychokinesis Master.

The sight of another fragment thrilled him.

Taking a deep breath, Tan Chong reached out and grasped the white fragment.

“You have collected a ten cubic meter Storage Bag fragment. The fragment number is complete, and it is now usable.”

“I choose to use it.”

No sooner had he spoken than a palm-sized gray pouch materialized in Tan Chong’s hand.

Simultaneously, knowledge on how to use the Storage Bag flooded his mind.

Tan Chong channeled a wisp of psychic force into the Storage Bag and proceeded to insert the Chopping Blade into it.

The Chopping Blade, over a meter in length, would normally never fit into such a pouch.

Yet, the Storage Bag seemed to defy reality, swallowing the Chopping Blade with ease.