Villain System: 10,000x Reward On Murder In The Apocalypse!-Chapter 81: Moving A Car With Telekinesis

Marcus watched with growing awe tinged with fear. His daughter Emily couldn't look away, fascinated and horrified in equal measure.

After they'd traveled for about an hour, they came across a larger group of zombies blocking their path. At least twenty of the infected, drawn by the noise of their passage.

Marcus immediately drew his knife, falling into a combat stance. His movements were practiced, economical—this was someone who'd had legitimate training. He engaged the nearest zombie, his blade flashing in a series of cuts that dismantled the creature's ability to attack before finally driving the knife through its eye socket and into its brain.

Draziel's eyes gleamed with interest as he watched. Marcus was using a blade technique, crude but effective. Not the sophisticated military techniques Draziel himself had mastered, but something functional and practical.

The rest of the zombies were converging, and Marcus was beginning to look overwhelmed despite his skill. His wife Sarah had grabbed a piece of rebar and was trying to help, but she had no real combat training. Emily stayed back, smart enough to know she'd be a liability in the fight.

Draziel made a decision. As Marcus focused on the zombie in front of him, unaware of what was about to happen, Draziel reached out with his mind—not to help, but to test something.

His SSS-rank Telekinesis, gained from killing Jacob, was still new to him. But he could feel the power thrumming at the edges of his consciousness, waiting to be used. One of the combat knives on his belt trembled, then rose smoothly into the air.

With a thought, Draziel sent it flying. The blade crossed the distance in an instant, driving through the back of Marcus's skull with enough force to burst out through his forehead. The man didn't even have time to register surprise before he was dead, collapsing mid-swing.

"Marcus!" Sarah's scream was piercing, filled with shock and horror. Emily's face went white, her mouth opening in a soundless scream of her own.

But their screams were short-lived. Two more knives floated up from Draziel's belt, and with mechanical precision, they shot forward. One took Sarah through the eye, killing her instantly. The other pierced Emily's throat, severing her carotid artery and windpipe simultaneously.

The girl clutched at her throat, blood pouring between her fingers as she tried desperately to breathe. She fell to her knees, her eyes locked on Draziel's face with an expression of betrayal and incomprehension. Why? those dying eyes seemed to ask.

Draziel watched her die with the same clinical detachment he might watch paint dry. When she finally collapsed, her life flowing out onto the pavement, he walked over to collect his knives.

[Evolution Points Gained: 3]

He frowned at the notification. Only one evolution point from each of them, and Marcus hadn't even dropped his blade technique. "Tch. Selfish," Draziel muttered with genuine disdain, as if the dead man had personally offended him by not providing more rewards.

The zombies that had been approaching were dealt with quickly—a thought, and his knives became flying instruments of death, each one finding its mark with perfect accuracy.

Draziel cleaned his blades and resumed his journey, not sparing another glance for the family he'd murdered. They'd served their purpose, allowing him to test his Telekinesis in combat. The fact that they'd also revealed themselves to be relatively weak in terms of evolution points only confirmed that killing them had been the right choice. Weakness was its own sin in this new world.

He jogged through the terrain at a pace that would have seemed almost superhuman before his enhancement—and now was merely comfortable for him. His jogging speed approached that of a car on a city street, around sixty kilometers per hour, and he maintained it effortlessly.

The landscape rolled by as he ran, the ruins of civilization crumbling on all sides. Abandoned cars, collapsed buildings, the occasional cluster of zombies that he either avoided or eliminated depending on whether they blocked his path.

He encountered several mutated beasts along the way—creatures that had once been normal animals but had been twisted by radiation into something monstrous. A pack of Mutated Wolves, each the size of a small horse, tried to ambush him. They died without touching him, his knives flying through the air to pierce skulls and hearts with mechanical precision.

A Horned Wrathram—a massive creature like a rhinoceros crossed with a bull, with glowing red eyes and steam venting from its nostrils—charged him with ground-shaking force. Draziel stood his ground and tested his new strength, meeting the charge head-on. When his fist connected with the creature's skull, there was a sound like a bomb going off. The Wrathram's charge stopped dead, its skull shattered, and it collapsed in a heap of mutated flesh.

[Evolution Points Gained: 15]

He even encountered a Lightning Snail, a bizarre creature the size of a large dog with a shell that crackled with electricity. It was actually more dangerous than the Wrathram in some ways, as its electric discharges could paralyze prey from a distance. But Draziel's enhanced Physique and the insulating properties of his Nano Cells made him resistant to the shock. He simply walked up to it and crushed its shell with his boot, claiming the evolution points.

The most challenging encounter came when he reached a stretch of highway that was completely clogged with abandoned vehicles. And among those vehicles, drawn by some instinct to congregate in areas where humans had died in large numbers, was a horde of zombies.

Draziel stopped at the edge of the horde, counting quickly. Roughly a thousand infected, all packed together in a writhing mass of rotting flesh and mindless hunger. In the pre-enhancement days, this would have been certain death. Even now, with his enhanced attributes, wading into a thousand zombies would be foolish—numbers could overwhelm even the strongest individual if they weren't careful.

But Draziel wasn't planning to wade into them. He had a better idea.

He reached to his belt and withdrew the knives he'd collected—eight in total, including his original combat blades. They rose into the air around him, floating like deadly satellites orbiting a planet. He focused his mind, feeling the connection between his Telekinesis and each blade. It was intuitive in a way that surprised him, as if the SSS-rank talent came with instinctive knowledge of how to use it.

With a thought, he sent the knives flying forward. They moved like bullets, each one driven by the full force of his Telekinesis—which, as he'd discovered earlier, was limited by his actual physical strength. With his current Strength of twenty, each knife hit with the force of a powerful punch, easily enough to pierce through zombie skulls.

But the truly devastating aspect wasn't just the force—it was the control. The knives didn't stop after killing one zombie. They curved through the air, adjusting their trajectories with impossible precision, striking a second target, then a third. Draziel's mind directed them like a conductor leading an orchestra of death, each blade weaving between bodies to find the next kill.

The zombies didn't even understand what was happening to them. They simply began falling, neat holes appearing in their skulls as the knives carved paths of destruction through their ranks. Some of the infected tried to grab at the flying blades, but they moved too fast, too unpredictably.

Draziel stood at the edge of the horde, his eyes glowing faintly with concentration as he maintained control over all eight knives simultaneously. It was mentally taxing, but not beyond his capabilities. His mind felt sharp, focused, possibly enhanced by the Nano Cells that now inhabited his neural tissue.

The slaughter continued for several minutes. Zombies fell in clusters, their corrupted brains pierced by flying steel. The notification chimes in his bionic lens became a constant background hum as evolution points accumulated.

[Evolution Points Gained: 1]

[Evolution Points Gained: 1]

[Evolution Points Gained: 1]

The horde began to thin. Those zombies not yet killed started to scatter, their primitive survival instincts finally recognizing that this area meant death. But Draziel didn't let them escape easily. His knives pursued the fleeing infected, cutting them down with cold efficiency.

When the last zombie finally fell, Draziel recalled his knives. They flew back to him through the air, and he caught them one by one, examining each blade for damage. The edges had dulled slightly from piercing so many skulls, but they were still serviceable. He'd need to sharpen them again soon, but they'd do for now.

He continued his journey, stepping over the carpet of corpses he'd created. The notification log showed he'd gained nearly a thousand evolution points from that encounter alone—a significant haul that would accelerate his growth considerably.

As he traveled, Draziel took the opportunity to test more aspects of his new abilities. He tried lifting one of the abandoned cars with his Telekinesis, focusing his will on the vehicle. It was a small sedan, probably weighing around twelve hundred kilograms.

To his satisfaction, the car rose smoothly into the air, hovering about a meter off the ground.