Doomsday: with unlimited warehouse system

The function of glasses? David lifted his eyelids and glanced at Danny, but he didn't directly answer his question. Instead, he looked at the window of a small shop and pushed his glasses up on his nose. With a calm expression, he said, "You're thinking too much. These are just ordinary glasses."

As David finished speaking, he shifted his gaze towards the small shop. Danny heard his words but clearly didn't want to believe them. If what David said was true and these were just ordinary glasses, then David must be nearsighted.

With that in mind, Danny became even more curious about David's glasses. He approached once again and whispered to David, "If you tell me the purpose of these glasses, I'll give you ten crystals. How about that?" Saying this, Danny touched the crystals in his pocket.

David glanced at him indifferently, then turned his head again. Crystals? He was indeed lacking crystals, but what he lacked were crystals with superhuman abilities. He had as many of these basic crystals as he needed. He didn't know how many he had obtained during the time of the tenfold critical strike.

David looked at the small shop, intending to go inside and take a look. He started moving and walked to the entrance of the small shop. "Crystals won't do the trick. Last time, I asked for some crystals, but I have to get them back."

Watching David's actions, Danny rubbed his head and murmured discontentedly, "If he won't tell me, there will be a chance for me to find out."

As he finished speaking, Danny walked forward and followed behind David. David reached out and touched the lock on the door of the small shop. The lock was fastened from the outside. It was uncertain if there was anyone inside.

David held the lock in his hand and looked at it for a couple of seconds. However, Danny couldn't wait any longer. He stepped forward and took the lock from David's hand. Then he took out a small iron wire. "It's just unlocking a lock, such a simple thing..." As Danny spoke, he manipulated the wire, and with a clicking sound, the lock opened.

The lock fell to the ground with a sound. Looking at his masterpiece, Danny turned around proudly and said to David, "How about it? I helped you once, so shouldn't you tell me about your glasses?"

Upon hearing this, David gave him a disdainful look. "I never asked for your help." Immediately after, David cautiously pushed open the door of the small shop.

Creak... It's unclear whether it was due to being closed for too long, but when the door was pushed open, it made a creepy sound. Then, a gust of cold wind blew out. David felt a shiver, and goosebumps appeared on his arms. Brian hissed and rubbed his arms.

Danny, who was following behind, had already positioned himself behind Brian. He carefully looked inside, and the environment inside the small shop was intact, without any signs of zombie invasion. The shelves were still filled with food, and on the counter, there was a person crawling.

David furrowed his eyebrows slightly, turned around, and closed the door. Such a good place couldn't be accessed by zombies. "Look for things and block the door." David said to Brian in a calm tone.

Brian nodded and in the darkness, he placed some heavy objects behind the door. Meanwhile, David walked towards the counter. He quietly approached the counter and looked at the person lying there. He clenched his teeth and was about to reach out his hand when Danny walked over.

Noticing Danny's arrival, David quickly changed his mind and retracted his hand. He turned his head and pointed at the person in front of the counter.

Danny was taken aback for a moment and it took him some time to notice the figure on the counter. "Someone?!" he exclaimed, covering his mouth in surprise.

Without waiting for David to answer, Danny reached out his hand towards the figure. His fingers tapped the person's arm. No response on the first try, nor on the second.

Danny and David looked at the person, speculating whether they were dead. Finally, after Danny poked once more and was about to give up, the person made a hesitant sound.

"Uh..." The person rubbed their eyes, partially opening them as they sat up straight. "Who's there?" Perhaps due to not having spoken for a long time, their voice had become hoarse, making even talking quite difficult.

When they saw the two people standing in front of them, they were initially confused, but their eyes lit up, and they excitedly got up from the counter. They extended their hands, wanting to shake hands with David, but David evaded and instead, the person reached out and shook hands with Danny. Danny looked at the man with confusion.

"I've been trapped here for a while. It's too dangerous outside, and I can't get out on my own. Please, take me away from here. I'm on the verge of collapse in this confined space!" The man's gaze towards Danny grew increasingly excited, as if he had grasped a lifeline.

Danny looked at the scattered trash on the ground and the man's disheveled hair, suddenly understanding. At the same time, he sensed the presence of superhuman abilities from the man. He asked, "Are you an awakened superhuman?"

As he spoke, he withdrew his hand from the man's grasp with some disdain. Upon hearing Danny's question, David also looked at the man with curiosity. As a superhuman, he was fully capable of killing zombies. So why would he be hiding alone in this place?

However, David soon realized the reason. The aura emitted by the man was extremely weak, indicating that he had recently awakened and had not yet grasped the intricacies of his superhuman abilities.

Indeed, the man scratched his head and said, "I awakened my abilities unintentionally three days ago, but there was no one to guide me, and I don't know how to use them. I can only use some simple self-defense abilities for now."

Danny nodded. Looking around, he asked again, "Do you know what's happening outside these past few days?"

"Yes, I know. I heard terrifying sounds at the door last night, as well as cries for help from humans."

David glanced at the man. He knew that those must have been scenes of zombies attacking humans. "What's your name?" David asked calmly.

The man hurriedly replied, "Duke."

As the two of them chatted, David turned around and began to observe the environment inside the store. It was a small family-owned shop, and there weren't many supplies on the shelves. Some food had already been opened and the packaging was discarded on the floor. Several bottles of drinking water were already empty, indicating that it wouldn't sustain the man for much longer.

David couldn't help but feel that this guy was somewhat lucky. Being trapped here with food and drink was relatively comfortable compared to other survivors. At the same time, David noticed clear signs of the skylight on the roof being opened. Presumably, the man couldn't bear the oppression and wanted to escape through the skylight. However, the level of danger outside eventually made him hesitate. David glanced once again at the slightly excited expression on the man's face.