Zombie Survival System

Alexandre wanted to cry, seeing over a million dollars in his bank account. He'd spent nine years working hard and living frugally to save just $100,000 while also keeping his identity a secret, and now he'd received ten times that amount in just a matter of moments. Even though he'd told himself that he hadn't needed more money while living alone... it certainly felt good to have this much at once!

Owen gave a polite smile. "Oh, I nearly forgot. Here's your premium membership card. It entitles you to a 10% discount on all our products."

Alexandre cleared his throat. "Thank you. Now, I'd like to see all the weapons and armor. Could you show them to me?"

"Yes, of course! What is your combat class?"

Alexandre replied, "I'm a Boxer."

This made Owen pause. He knew very well that Boxer was the most dangerous class, and that most students who chose this class were fools who later had to fix their mistakes as best as they could. That didn't bode well for Alexandre's ability to pay back the loan... Oh well, it wasn't Owen's problem any longer!"

"Erm, please follow me!" said Owen, then rose and started walking toward a section of the store.

Alexandre followed Owen through the store's long aisles until they arrived at a large display area filled with various cases. A sign above the cases wrote, "Boxer: God of Destruction!"

There were several full sets of armor on display—not just modern military assault or SWAT gear, but what you might have seen in a medieval history book. This made sense, considering most Boxers wanted to protect their bodies from vicious Zombies in melee combat.