Both sides fell into silence.
Fang Zhiyi stared at the zombie’s hollow eyes and suddenly spoke up: "You there, keep going, ah? Me here, whoosh whoosh." He gestured toward the door a few times.
Little Hei was speechless. "You think it can understand you? Honestly, even humans wouldn’t get your way of talking."
But against all odds, the zombie seemed to ponder before shuffling aside to make a bit of space.
"It actually understood?"
Fang Zhiyi strode inside, determined to clear the place out before the protagonists arrived. He knew full well these zombies wouldn’t stop them.
But just as he passed the Level 2 zombie, it suddenly lunged, its neck stretching unnaturally as it snapped at him.
Its teeth clanked against something hard.
Fang Zhiyi was holding an iron, muttering, "Why did I even grab this thing?" He then glared at the zombie. "Heh, buddy, I know the drill—'different kind, different mind.' Since when do zombies go vegetarian?"
The Level 2 zombie swung its spindly arm at him, but Fang Zhiyi caught it mid-motion. The zombie’s face twisted in confusion before it vanished.
"Gotta move fast!" Fang Zhiyi muttered to himself, dashing deeper inside. He didn’t bother sorting—anything he saw went straight into his spatial storage. Space was the last thing he lacked!
Upstairs, without their commander, the zombies’ coordinated assault fell apart. Lu Jingxiao and the others immediately felt the pressure ease. Though puzzled, they focused on wiping out the remaining threats.
After a grueling fight, the Level 3 mutated zombie finally fell to their combined efforts. A headcount revealed heavy losses, and Qin Xue’s eyes reddened with grief.
Lu Jingxiao offered a few words of comfort before ordering the group toward the supermarket. Such a steep cost demanded proper compensation. But when they entered, they found nothing but empty shelves—and a one-legged zombie writhing on the floor.
It looked like the aftermath of a frenzied shopping spree.
"This… this can’t be!" Wang Wei stammered, unable to believe their prize was gone.
Lu Jingxiao’s expression darkened. This had been his call. Not only had they walked into an ambush, losing people for nothing, but now even the supplies were gone. He glanced back, catching the resentment in their eyes—though none dared speak up, cowed by his strength.
Then he remembered the singing toy.
"Someone’s screwing with us!"
His natural leadership shone through as he deftly redirected their frustration toward this unseen enemy.
They scoured the area, hoping to find the culprit, but came up empty.
Fang Zhiyi had long since slipped away through the parking lot.
He was busy—busy raiding their next target.
That night, Qin Xue nestled against Lu Jingxiao as he clenched his fists. "It’s alright," she murmured. "We just took a minor setback."
Lu Jingxiao’s tension eased slightly under her gaze.
"Has Weiwei returned yet?"
Qin Xue shook her head. Her younger sister was too reckless—who knew where she’d wandered off to?
"With her fire-based abilities, she can protect herself."
"Tomorrow!" Lu Jingxiao unfolded the map, eyes locked on his carefully plotted route. "We head here—a logistics park. Plenty of supplies, maybe even vehicles."
Qin Xue smiled and nodded, then pressed a finger to her lips before pulling out a chocolate bar and feeding it to him.
Lu Jingxiao finally smiled.
Meanwhile, Fang Zhiyi was already scouting the logistics park’s perimeter.
The next day, Lu Jingxiao’s group arrived at the park. Wang Wei marveled at the lack of zombies along the way. "We barely ran into any! Smooth trip."
Qin Xue beamed. "That’s because Jingxiao planned the route so well!"
Lu Jingxiao allowed himself a moment of pride—but it didn’t last.
The logistics park stood intact, eerily devoid of both zombies and usable supplies.
"Flower pots?" Wang Wei cursed.
"What’s this? A dog crate? Tiny as hell!"
"Toilets. So many toilets."
"Glass! Wow."
The voices grated on Lu Jingxiao’s nerves. How could this happen?
Before he could rally the group, Qin Xue frowned. "Wait… we didn’t see any vehicles, did we?"
"Vehicles?" Lu Jingxiao’s eyes widened. Right—the cars!
"Stop wasting time. Let’s go find—"
BOOM! An explosion rocked the area, followed by several more. The prefab buildings shuddered.
"…The cars." Lu Jingxiao stepped outside, staring at the plumes of black smoke in the distance. A sinking feeling took hold.
By the time they reached the scene, the vehicles were a tangled, burning wreck.
"Boss! Zombies—from the city! They’re coming!" A lookout sprinted toward them, panic-stricken.
Lu Jingxiao’s stomach dropped. A whole city’s worth of zombies? That wasn’t a fight—it was a death sentence. "Fall back! Now!"
Thankfully, they still had their own battered fleet. With yesterday’s casualties, there was even enough space.
The convoy sped off.
Lu Jingxiao sat in the lead pickup, gripping the map. The next stop was a rest area—a chance to refuel and resupply before exiting the city. But unease gnawed at him.
Someone was targeting him.
But how did they know his route? Coincidence?
Sure enough, the rest area offered nothing—no fuel, no supplies, not even a single zombie.
For the first time, despair crept in. Was he unfit to lead? No. That couldn’t be it.
He’d scouted meticulously. The only explanation was a traitor. His gaze swept over the passengers.
This was the apocalypse. The real threat wasn’t just zombies—it was people, desperate enough to kill for scraps.
Once planted, suspicion took root and grew fast.
"Change of plans." Lu Jingxiao’s voice was steel. "We skip the food warehouse. Head straight for the resort."
Meanwhile, Fang Zhiyi had just finished clearing out zombies and was happily stuffing crate after crate of canned goods into his spatial storage.
"Gotta hand it to the protagonist," he chuckled. "While others starve, his roadmap’s just a buffet!"
nd fell into a coma while saving his younger sister from an out-of-control car. He became a vegetable. No one knew that his consciousness had crossed into a world of cultivation. Over the course of sixty years, he began as the lowest kind of mine slave, struggling to survive amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood. By sheer chance, he eventually obtained the complete memories of a fallen Immortal King. Alchemy, medicine, formations, feng shui, physiognomy, artifact forging… Every great inheritance of the cultivation world was now his. But when he opened his eyes again, he discovered that ten full years had passed in the modern world. To pay for his treatment, his father had sold the family’s shop and house, leaving himself covered in lasting injuries and illness. His mother had cared for him day and night, and more than half of her hair had already turned white. His younger sister, who had been only fifteen back then, was now twenty-five. To help repay the family’s debts, she had been forced to lower her head and put on a smiling face in places of glittering lights and endless revelry. Only then did Chen Xuan understand that what he had lost was not merely ten years. He had lost the life his entire family was meant to have. The good news was that he had brought back the memories of an Immortal King’s entire lifetime. The bad news was that his soul had returned alone—his cultivation had not come with him. Spiritual energy was scarce, resources were depleted, and the modern world still had firearms, surveillance, capital, and laws. If he wanted to protect his family, break free from everyone’s control, and become truly invincible beneath the heavens, he would have to start all over again.
ap a wealthy young lady? Or else I'll be eliminated by the system? Ye Feng, who awakened the Kidnapper System, originally wanted to live a peaceful life but never imagined he would become a kidnapper of young women. However, after some time, he discovered that all the girls the system ordered him to kidnap were far from ordinary. "Big brother Ye Feng~ You've kidnapped my heart, and now you're not allowed to leave me ever again~" "Ye Feng~ You kidnapped me back then, now it's my turn to capture you♡" "Little Feng, you're mine! You can only be mine!" "Ye Feng, none of them deserve you. Only I love you the most♡" ... This is madness, they've all gone mad! Wait, what? Why are all the girls I kidnapped yanderes?!
s the Eldest Princess, renowned for her cold and aloof detachment, became the most docile of lambs, obeying his every command without question. But when the final move was played on the chessboard, as Gu Chenghan seized everything and ascended on the verge of apotheosis, that very Princess suddenly embraced him from behind, her tone carrying a dependence never heard before: "Wait... you haven't yet... commanded me to love you forever." Gu Chenghan froze abruptly. She... hadn't been hypnotized?! ... [The Eldest Princess's Diary] [When my soul was extracted, becoming the sole spectator outside my own shell] [At first, there was overwhelming fury, until I saw] [How he used my sword to effortlessly shatter my inescapable doom] [How he wielded my authority to eradicate fatal conspiracies I had never even detected] [Like a deity, he rescued me from the deep mire I was trapped in] [If not for those annoying vixens, he and I would be a match made in heaven] [I think I am ill, gravely ill] [My deity should belong to me alone] ... "Hypnosis? Oh, it succeeded, my dear Master." "Only this time, it's my turn to hypnotize you."
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
