Chapter Three

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[Gained B-level superpower: Steel Body]

[Gained C-level superpower: Strength Enhancement]

A surge of heat flowed into my body.

I could feel my muscles becoming firmer, and it felt like there was metal flowing under my skin.

Power is expanding, and defense is improving.

I clenched my fist, and I could clearly feel the power surging within me.

While everyone was eating, I quietly tested my new ability.

The skin can be metallic, cold and hard to the touch , and impervious to knives and bullets.

Muscles can also grow rapidly, resulting in astonishing strength.

I suppressed my excitement and continued grilling skewers.

Half an hour later, everyone was full.

The atmosphere inside the store eased considerably, and the survivors began to talk in hushed tones.

Iron Fist stood up and walked to the window.

A burly zombie, drawn by the aroma of barbecue, staggered toward the shop door, only to be blocked by an invisible barrier.

It scratched frantically, but couldn't move forward even a single step.

Iron Fist stared at the barrier for a long time, his eyes growing increasingly dangerous .

He turned around and looked at me.

"Young man," he began slowly, "your shop... is quite unique."

I didn't say anything, I just continued wiping the grill.

"It's so dangerous outside, but it's absolutely safe here," Iron Fist took a few steps closer, "and I feel my strength recovers exceptionally quickly here."

He stopped in front of me, looking down at me.

"This kind of place should be protected by the strong ! "

Sheriff Hart frowned . "Iron Fist, what do you want?"

"I'm just stating the facts," Iron Fist grinned. "The end of the world is here, Sheriff . The law is no longer effective."

He suddenly punched me.

The fist whistled through the air, its power amplified to the point that it could shatter a person's skull.

But I raised my hand and caught his fist firmly.

Iron Fist's smile froze.

"you--"

I amplified the same force and punched him in the stomach with a backhand.

Bang!

Iron Fist bent over like a shrimp, took a few steps back, and crashed into the table.

"How is this possible..." He clutched his stomach, looking at me in disbelief.

"Your power..."

"Just like you," I said calmly, "even stronger."

Iron Fist's face darkened.

He yelled at his men , "All of you, charge!"

Three burly men rushed over immediately.

But I'm faster than them.

My skin instantly turned metallic. I charged into their midst, punching each of them once, and all three burly men fell to the ground.

One of them tried to get up, and I stomped on his sternum , crushing it. He couldn't move anymore.

Iron Fist was stunned.

Hart and the other police officers were also dumbfounded.

"A body of steel..." Hart murmured, "How come you have one too?"

I didn't answer, I just walked towards Iron Fist.

Iron Fist instinctively stepped back, but I grabbed his collar and dragged him to the store entrance.

"What do you want to do?!" he struggled in terror.

I opened the door.

Outside the door, zombies roared and lunged forward, but the barrier remained, preventing them from entering.

I pressed Iron Fist's head against the edge of the barrier, just centimeters from the nearest zombie.

The zombie opened its blood-red maw, and a putrid stench assaulted the senses.

"My shop," I said, emphasizing each word, "no one can take it away from me."

"I understand! I understand!" Iron Fist shouted in terror, "I won't do it again! Please, spare me!"

I stared at him for a few seconds, then let go of his hand.

Iron Fist collapsed to the ground, panting heavily.

"Get out," I said, "take your men and get out."

"There are zombies everywhere outside..."

"That's your problem."

Iron Fist gritted his teeth, finally got up, and led his men out of the store , quickly disappearing at the end of the street.

I closed the door and turned to look at Hart.

Hart remained silent for a moment .

"Are you going to steal my shop too?" I asked.

"No," Hart shook his head, walked up to me, and said seriously , " Ethan , you let Iron Fist go. If word gets out that the shop is absolutely safe, you'll be coveted by all the superhumans. "

"I know."

Are you confident you can hold on?

I looked out the window.

As night fell, zombies roamed the streets, and gunshots and screams could be heard occasionally in the distance.

The apocalypse has only just begun , and the superpowered individuals aren't that strong yet.

If you want to replicate superpowers, this is the most suitable golden period.

That's why I chose to let Iron Fist go and let him spread the word.

As long as I can withstand the attacks from the superhumans, I can quickly improve my strength and have enough self-defense capabilities to go out in this apocalyptic world.