Emerging from the space again, Lu Heng glanced at the coffee table.
The dried fish on the coffee table seemed to have decreased. The roast chicken was emitting fragrant heat, and the Director was nowhere to be seen.
Rubbing his temples, Lu Heng waved and summoned the Director.
The Director sat on the sofa, already accustomed to suddenly appearing in other places.
With its large, watery eyes staring at Lu Heng, Lu Heng stroked its head and asked, "Think again, what do you want to eat?"
"I'm full."
Lu Heng... /
"Do you want beef canned food?"
"Yes."
Huh? No cans appeared on the sofa.
Turning his head, Lu Heng looked at the coffee table again. There were no cans there either.
Picking up the Director and placing it on the coffee table, Lu Heng coaxed again, "Think again, what kind of canned food do you want?"
"Beef canned food, chicken canned food, salmon canned food..." The Director rattled off its choices.
The items on the coffee table remained unchanged, so was the Director's summoning of items from the space random?
"Think about the roast chicken again."
"No, it's too salty."
Lu Heng...
He had to figure this out today. It was still early, and he had no interest in doing anything else.
Lu Heng sat and thought for a moment, then waved and placed the Director's water bowl on the coffee table.
The Director saw the ancient well water, twitched its nose, and trotted towards the water bowl.
Lu Heng sat on the sofa, deep in thought.
Time ticked by, and Lu Heng thought he'd try again.
Since he controlled the retrieval of items from the space with his thoughts, was the authority over the space itself also controlled by him?
The more Lu Heng thought about it, the more he felt this possibility was true.
Lu Heng thought in his mind, "Grant the Director the authority to access the space's supplies."
Then, he smiled and looked at the Director, who had already drunk half a bowl of water. "Think again, what do you want to eat?"
The Director looked up, its mouth not moving, staring blankly at Lu Heng.
But Lu Heng's mind heard the Director's voice, "Are you out of your mind, why do you keep asking me what I want to eat?"
Lu Heng's mouth twitched. "Hurry up and say it, what do you want to eat?"
"No, I'm full now." The Director opened its mouth, and a little girl's voice came out.
"You have to think about it, it has nothing to do with whether you're hungry or not."
The Director rolled its eyes.
Indeed, Lu Heng saw it. The Director's eyes had instantly rolled up to show the whites.
For a moment, he thought the Director had mutated into a zombie cat.
The Director looked at the sofa not far from the coffee table, walked to the edge of the coffee table, crouched down, and gathered its strength to jump onto the sofa.
Just as it was about to jump, Lu Heng grabbed the Director by the scruff of its neck and lifted it onto the sofa.
This guy was brainless. He still remembered how it had overestimated its physique last time and fallen to the ground.
The Director looked at the sofa, walked to the corner opposite Lu Heng, and curled up.
Just as Lu Heng was about to urge it again, it said softly, "Dried meat."
A bag of dried meat suddenly appeared in front of the Director. It was unfazed and looked up at Lu Heng. "Aren't you going to help me open the bag?"
Lu Heng pulled the bag of dried meat over and took a look. Heh, it was beef jerky, original flavor.
Under the Director's eager gaze, Lu Heng opened the bag, picked up a piece, and chewed it himself.
The Director... "I want dried meat without the bag."
Then, a pile of scattered dried meat appeared on the sofa. Because there was so much, a few were placed too close to the edge and fell to the ground.
Lu Heng...
Lu Heng's mind moved, and he thought again, "Close the Director's authority to use the space's supplies."
Looking at the Director chewing on the dried meat, he waved his hand, and the dried meat in front of the Director disappeared.
The Director was startled and its fur stood on end. It swallowed the dried meat in its mouth in two or three bites and quickly said, "Meow, where's my dried meat? I want dried meat."
After that, no new dried meat appeared on the sofa.
Lu Heng shook the bag in his hand. "Think again, what else do you want to eat besides dried meat?"
The Director, "Dried meat, I only want dried meat."
It had just eaten a piece and tasted the flavor of the dried meat. It wasn't fair to bully a cat like this.
Wuwuwu!!!
It seemed to be exactly as he had imagined. Lu Heng didn't continue experimenting with the Director. He figured if he pushed it any further, their friendship would be over.
He took out five or six pieces of dried meat from the bag and placed them on the coffee table. "Don't eat too much of this either. It's too dry and hard to digest."
He put away the remaining food, leaving only those few pieces of dried meat and a bowl of well water for the Director on the table.
Having revoked the Director's authority, Lu Heng went upstairs, humming a song from before the apocalypse.
Now that he understood how to use the space, Lu Heng felt completely at ease.
Lu Heng filled the bathtub with warm water. Water and electricity were still available, so basic living in the villa was still guaranteed.
However, Lu Heng didn't dare to use water from the real world. Instead, he directly took a bathtub full of warm water from the space.
After all, zombies had already appeared, and the tap water might have been contaminated.
Lu Heng soaked in the bathtub, contemplating.
In his previous life, the most common were power-type ability users. These ability users were quite popular before the apocalypse. As long as they dared to kill zombies, they could easily deal with the early-stage small zombies.
There were also speed-type ability users, who had strong survival skills. They were agile and could kill zombies by quickly moving and striking.
Of course, the most powerful skill of this type of ability user was escape. As long as they weren't cornered by zombies, their survival skills were top-notch.
Then there were various elemental ability users, who possessed skills to control various elements. However, these types of ability users were relatively rare, and they could easily die when encountering a large number of zombies in the early stage of the apocalypse.
Only by surviving until the later stages did these elemental ability users often become important figures in the various bases of the apocalypse.
There were also a very small number of ability users whose abilities were more specialized, so they didn't belong to any of the above categories and were collectively called special ability users.
For example, those who assisted in strengthening other ability users, or healing ability users, and so on.
These special ability users had almost no combat ability in the apocalypse and could only rely on other output-type ability users.
Because they couldn't obtain a large number of crystals to upgrade in the early stages, they evolved very slowly at the beginning.
In this life, his awakened ability was completely different from his previous life. In his previous life, he was just a power-type ability user, and he awakened his abilities later than those powerhouses. Therefore, in every battle, he could only act as cannon fodder, blocking zombies at the front of the team.
He was like a tank in a game, but not the strongest one, so after eight years of hardship, he died early.
In this life, his ability was to contract other ability users. He didn't know if he could contract human ability users, but he didn't want to try.
Thinking that he would be covered in human tattoos made him shiver.
He'd rather find some ability animals to contract. The little cat he had contracted unintentionally should only have the ability of telepathy.