Chapter 83 Spoiled Girlfriend VS Obsessive Post-Apocalyptic Boss 29 (Extra Chapter)

The apocalypse has been underway for half a year, and in these short few months, the world has been turned upside down, and the human world has become a living hell.

Huo Linchuan had already awakened his superpowers, and with their protection, his situation wasn't particularly difficult.

He was among the most fortunate of the crowd.

However, he still lives in deep anxiety and torment every day.

The apocalypse was cruel. In order to save himself, Huo Linchuan used his superpowers to kill many zombies, but he also killed many other people.

He was terrified that he would slowly turn into a callous killing machine.

He might as well become a zombie, since the difference between the two isn't that great.

So he began to record his daily life, which was the most primitive yet most convenient method.

He hoped that these words, written by his own hand, would serve as a constant reminder to him—

Our original aspiration remains unchanged.

Don't lose yourself in the darkness of the apocalypse.

...

As the records accumulated, Huo Linchuan began to realize that something was wrong.

The dense text on it was filled with pain, resentment, depravity, and despair...

He was like someone living in a trash can, surrounded by negative, dirty, and depressing elements.

The air he breathes every day is incredibly dark.

Huo Linchuan felt a deep sense of loss.

He didn't know the meaning of his life, and he saw no hope.

He felt he didn't have much longer to live, and that after a while, he might kill himself.

...

That day.

Their team was resting, next to a clear stream.

Jiang Zhiyi took his eating bowl and put two chubby little goldfish and a lazy turtle in it.

Then she asked him, "Can I use your bowl to keep small fish and turtles?"

Even though she had already done so, she still pretended to ask for his opinion.

At that time, they had very few resources, so all kinds of items were scarce, whether it was bowls or food.

"No, we're struggling to survive ourselves, how can we feed these things?"

"I'm going to keep them! I'm not happy without them, so what's the point of my hard-working life every day? If you won't let me keep them, then I'm not leaving. Let the zombies eat me!"

Jiang Zhi saw that he was not speaking and thought he was unhappy, so she tried to coax him.

"Brother Linchuan, they don't eat much, so I'll share my food. We can eat from the same bowl. After I finish eating, you can use my bowl, okay?"

She's always so domineering, but she always manages to justify herself in a way that leaves no room for argument.

Huo Linchuan remained silent, which was taken as tacit agreement.

Then he saw Jiang Zhiyi walking away with a smile, holding a small fish and a small turtle.

She exuded an aura of happiness.

She was like a beautiful and radiant flower, bathed in the bright sunshine.

At that very moment, in the blink of an eye, he felt as if he could hardly breathe.

What he could never do, Jiang Zhiyi accomplished with ease.

She seems to possess a mind that is exquisitely clear and pure, undisturbed by the outside world.

He, on the other hand, was like a raging dreg in a gutter, only able to watch her shine with envious eyes.

...

He thought for a long time, and then suddenly he realized something.

Even the most delicate flowers need the nourishment of mud.

Some of these statements may seem vague, but they are indeed truths, which is why Huo Linchuan understood them so well—

Ultimately, what can overcome the apocalypse and keep people going in the face of darkness is never powerful superpowers or technology, but rather the deep-seated human desire for life and the pursuit of love and beauty.

And at this moment, he may have just such an opportunity.

He carefully nurtured a flower, and this flower, with its unique soul, in turn nourished his withered life.

He was like a traveler who had discovered a great treasure.

A feeling of joy spread and grew wildly in his heart.

Years later, he realized that this could perhaps be called a seed of love.

...

Weather on November 2nd, 9923 (Apocalypse Year 9923): Sunny

I'm not going to write anything today, and I probably won't write anything in the future either.

Zhizhi is so clingy, I still want to spend more time with her.

May the end times end soon, and may everything be renewed.