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!"
end. Thus one must continue to cultivate, and become a saint or great emperor, in order to prolong one's life. Chen Xia, however, completely reversed this. Since his transmigration, he has gained immortality, and also a system that awards him with attribute points for every year he lives. Thus between the myriad worlds, the legend of an unparalleled senior appeared. "A gentleman takes revenge; it is never too late even after ten thousand years." "When you were at your peak I yielded, now in your old age I shall trample on you." - Chen Xia
transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”
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.
young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."
