Chapter 100
That night
Wenya rubbed her back teeth together, then cried and asked Lingwu for a hug.
A hug successfully charged her up, and Wenya became more and more excited!
This is a declaration of sovereignty! See? Don't even think about latecomers surpassing you!
What do you mean by "only the unloved are mistresses"? Pshaw!
……wrong!
She's the one Ah Wu truly loves! Then they're just mistresses who don't even have love in them!
However, ignoring the little thoughts lurking in the shadows, the scene at this moment is harmonious and warm.
Before the torrential rain arrived, the women of Daughter Village were carried back by the speed zombies. Although they looked exhausted, their eyes shone with an astonishing brightness!
It was even brighter than the first time I saw a luxurious hotel.
It was a glimmer of light that had found its purpose, a glimmer of light that finally proved that women in the apocalypse were not merely tools to perpetuate the human race!
Because of the drastic decline in human numbers due to the coming of the end times, many women are like rabbits in a cage.
Ling Wu observed this and said, "I've heard that the fertility rate of both humans and zombies is very low now."
"I studied the topic of male reproduction before the end times."
"Men have fourteen fewer nerve fibers than women, so they experience half the pain during childbirth. Also, due to differences in mindset, they are less prone to postpartum depression. Furthermore, they can conceive at a longer age than women and have better physical health."
"So... I've recently been researching gene-modifying agents in this area."
As soon as Ling Wu finished speaking, the eyes of the group of women lit up!
When the rainstorm hit, all the zombies except Wenya were outside.
Ling Wu placed the reagent in the instrument, and as she pressed the button, the reagent flew into the sky with the impact.
Then, it burst open in the sky, turning into countless particles that drifted in the air like falling stars, and finally dissolved into the storm!
At the same time, the same situation applies to zombies in various bases and uninhabited areas.
The person who returned to the sheltered city wearing a raincoat sighed.
"This sun hasn't changed in a year, and then it suddenly disappeared one day. I have to say, I feel a little melancholy." As he finished speaking, he sneezed.
"What are you so worried about? Miss Ji sent some supplies, including some for keeping warm. Hurry up and put them on, or you'll freeze to death!"
"If it's gone, it's gone. It's impossible to survive in this apocalypse anyway..."
"What nonsense are you talking about? With our motherland, our top leaders, Miss Ji, the various city lords, and so many people working hard for this cause, humanity will one day see the dawn again!"
"Exactly! You're touching the thick clothes in your hands and the supplies in your dorm, and you're still feeling emo?"
"Everyone's working hard, don't mess things up, or I'll slap you on the head with my slipper!"
Although everyone was cursing, they all spoke cautiously, and the tense atmosphere instantly became warm.
After a year in the apocalypse, they finally saw a glimmer of hope.
But even this faint glimmer of hope is enough for many to strive to live for.
Zhongzhou Hotel
Ling Wu stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window. The area was covered by her domain, so there was no rain, but she could see the torrential rain in the distance with the naked eye, which was quite magical.
"Ah Wu~" A gentle voice sounded from behind.
Lingwu turned around.
Wenya smiled sweetly, "Awu, it seems like I'm about to level up again."
Lingwu replied with a smile, "Aya is very capable."
Wenya tried hard to suppress her smug expression, "What about Awu now?"
Seeing her trying to remain calm despite wanting to laugh, Lingwu couldn't help but chuckle. "Aya, guess."
"Hmm...Aya guesses that Awu is a top-tier superhuman?"
Ling Wu gazed at Wen Ya, and when she smelled the rain-soaked air mixed with the familiar scent of medicine, her smile deepened.
Ling Wu nodded, then shook her head. "Yes, but we're still missing a breakthrough."
"Do you need my help, A-Wu?" Wen Ya's eyes were fervent.
"As long as Aya works hard to level up and becomes the most powerful zombie king, she will be helping me."
Wen Ya blinked. "I will level up properly and become the most powerful person by A Wu's side—no, the most powerful zombie."
That's not enough!
"I will strive to become the most powerful... presence by A-Wu's side!" After thinking for a while, Wen Ya finally found a suitable word and felt inexplicably shy.
Ling Wu stroked her long hair and then asked, "Does Aya want to regain her memories?"
"Was Wenya happy before?" Wenya asked in return.
Ling Wu recalled the scene when she first met Wen Ya. Despite being the eldest daughter of the Wen family, she was all alone when she went to report for duty. She carried two suitcases and huffed and puffed as she climbed the stairs.
A roommate asked her why she didn't hire someone to move it up, and without even looking up, she replied:
"Take care of your own things. Do you have any luggage? I can help you carry it up!"
As soon as she finished speaking, she looked up and surveyed the dormitory. When she saw herself, her face slowly turned red.
When she went downstairs to eat, she chattered on and on, but when she saw a father helping his daughter carry her luggage, she looked down with a forlorn expression.
Lingwu gathered her thoughts and then looked at Wenya.
“Aya is doing very well now.”
There's no need to consider others, and no need to worry about everything in order to gain their approval.
In the original plan of Heaven, Wenya would be constantly betraying and saving others, continuously draining herself.
But how can we let a child destined for us suffer?
Lingwu pinned up Wenya's long, elegant hair, and her voice, seemingly entwined with wisps of mist, slowly approached Wenya's ear.
“Aya doesn’t need to compromise herself for anyone.”
Wen Ya suppressed the urge in her heart and said firmly, "But some people deserve it!"
Ling Wu smiled and withdrew her hand that had been tying her hair. "But the premise of everything is loving yourself."
Wenya was momentarily stunned, as if a scene was flashing before her eyes, a scene that included herself and Awu.
It's very hot in the middle of summer.
The iced cola in my hand slipped from my hand and fell to the ground after a phone call, instantly causing the ground to bubble as if it had been corroded.
In the image, she suppressed the bitterness in her heart, squatted down, and hugged herself tightly, only whispering her complaints:
"My favorite cola is gone, and so is my happiness."
The girl in the white dress held up an umbrella to shield herself from the scorching sun. She slowly squatted down to look him in the eye.
That otherworldly, ethereal face was smiling gently at me.
She took out her tablet and quickly showed it to herself:
"You have scattered happiness across the earth, so happiness is everywhere."
After being comforted, she magically produced a bottle of room-temperature cola from behind her back.
I kept staring at her during that time. After a while, she held up her tablet again, which read:
"But if sharing happiness would make you unhappy, then there's no need for it."
"The premise of everything is that you are happy, and loving yourself should always come first."
"However, it's too hot outside. Drinking iced drinks may cause blood vessels to constrict, increasing the risk of ischemia, thrombosis, and vasospasm. This could lead to vomiting and potentially tearing of the esophageal sphincter, resulting in vomiting blood. So, iced cola is no longer available; only room temperature cola is available."
As she blinked, the sadness from being scolded by her biological father vanished, replaced by thoughts of how kind, beautiful, and gentle her smile was, and how lovely her fingers were…
Seeing that Wenya was lost in thought, Lingwu did not disturb her reminiscence.
It turns out that when a high-level zombie is about to break through its own threshold, it will recall some of its past.
After an unknown amount of time, Wenya finally woke up in a daze.
"Awu... thank you." She blurted out without hesitation.
"It's because Aya is very capable, and it's because Aya became strong that she took back what belonged to her, isn't it?" Lingwu wiped away the tears from Wenya's eyes.
Zombies don't cry...
So the chosen ones are indeed different.
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