Tratatatata! Tratatata! Loud sounds of gunshot rang through the air in rapid succession.

Right as he arrived in front of the bunker, Viktor suddenly found himself coming back to his senses.

"Argh!" Viktor gritted his teeth in anger. "This is all that Patroski's fault! That backstabber bastard!"

As he was holding the machine gun and continued his shooting spree towards the crowd of ugly-looking undead, Viktor cursed under his breath.

The bastard reminded him of his past regret, and clouded his judgment. Now that he was once again facing a threatening situation, he quickly regrets what he did.

Fortunately, he didn't face all these troublesome troubles that could potentially end his life for nothing, as he obtained something else by being here.

As more notifications appeared in his mind, Viktor could be seen smiling in delight.

[You have received 1 points of spirit force]

[You have received 1 points in endurance]

[You have received 1 points of spirit force]

Tratatatattata! Tratatatatatta!

Thanks to his increased strength and agility, Viktor was able to handle the machine gun without any problems whatsoever. This naturally startled and shocked the couple Boris and Torri, especially the latter. They didn't expect their lecherous young master to actually be so capable.

His newfound strength enabled him to tightly grip the weapon and bear the powerful recoil of the heavy gun, while his agility increased his dexterity and eye-hand coordination, making him able to aim and move the gun muzzle towards his desired targets better and faster.

Viktor kept his finger on the trigger as the machine gun fired bullets as if there was no tomorrow. As a result, the horde started to visibly thin as the zombies' corpses gradually piled up on the snowy floor.

But then, Viktor realized there was no way he could indefinitely hold the line. Something needed to be done.

He glanced towards Boris who was looking after the injured Torri. Right as the man finished bandaging the wounds, they immediately got to their feet once again. Grabbing the firearms near them, they quickly made their way to their positions ready to fight again.

However, right as they took out their weapons, Viktor shook his head and quickly stopped them. He told the injured Torri to go inside to grab supplies and ammo for him.

Meanwhile, he ordered Boris to cover fire on the back of the bunker and see if there is a possible, relatively safe escape route.

"What kind of supplies master?"

He suddenly realize this guy would not know what he wanted and then said "just get ammo and called on Barry to come see me"

Understood they were still in predicament. They swiftly went back inside and executed his orders.

Viktor turned his attention back to the front, continuing to man the machine gun and shoot the zombies to his heart's content.

Taratatatatatatata!

As he kept on shooting, Viktor realized an annoying fact. Now, he would not receive one notification unless he killed at least a dozen zombies. As time went on, he spent two and a half belt's worth of ammo yet only managed to receive 7 notifications.

He had spent almost 600 bullets to kill more or less two hundred zombies, three or four of them the tougher red one, yet he didn't receive much improvement for his status.

Not only that, out of all the notifications he received, he only obtained three endurance points while his spirit force increased by seven points.

"Djinn, what the fuck is this now?!" Viktor shouted, his voice difficult to hear amongst all the ear-deafening gunshots. 𝐛𝗲𝗱𝗻𝗼𝐯𝐞𝗹．𝐨𝐫𝗴