Chapter 37: The Beginning of a Collapse (Minor Revision) If you survive a great disaster, you will surely face another one...
2039, City Q.
It was late at night, and the darkness was like sticky asphalt, squeezing every inch of living space.
Ming Huan huddled in a tight ball under a narrow space formed by broken walls, broken flesh and body parts.
His hands were like clamps, tightly clasping his mouth and nose, as if this could prevent the disgusting stench from entering his chest and lungs.
Due to being in a dark environment for a long time, Ming Huan's dry eyes had long been swollen and painful. Tension and fear made his beautiful sky-blue eyes full of bloodshot.
As time passed, all the sour and dry feelings finally prompted his tear glands to reluctantly secrete a few drops of salty and bitter tears to moisten the tense corners of his eyes, but he still didn't dare to close his eyes.
The roars from the zombie horde outside were like ghosts following him everywhere. As soon as Minghuan closed his eyes and lost the guidance of vision, all kinds of horrifying scenes would involuntarily appear in his mind.
He always suspected that in the next second a zombie with a bloody mouth would dig him out from this corner where he was barely hiding, tear him into pieces, and then eat him whole.
So, the thin boy struggled to shrink deeper into the gap, trying to hide himself more tightly, as if he wanted to blend into the pile of broken limbs.
However, another voice in his heart kept reminding him: If he hid too deep, he might not notice the arrival of daylight, and once he missed the time when the sun was at its brightest, he would really have no way out.
Under the influence of the virus, zombies are accustomed to hiding during the day and coming out at night. They are relatively less active during the day than at night, and noon is a rare opportunity for humans to catch their breath in this doomsday world.
It is now late autumn, and the daylight hours are getting shorter and shorter. Every minute that is shortened is like another step closer to death.
Minghuan knew clearly his current situation. If he couldn't find food today, he, who had not eaten or drunk anything for three days, would surely starve to death even if he was not bitten by zombies.
Yes, Minghuan has been bitten.
It was precisely because of this that he was ruthlessly abandoned like a troublesome stray dog.
This young master, who had once lived a life of luxury, now had even his last piece of clothing that fit him stained beyond recognition. Most of his left trouser leg was even missing, looking as if it had been torn off by something ferocious and powerful.
The edges of the ripped trouser legs were mottled with dark brown marks, the color left by dried blood. Strands of flesh and blood were still faintly clung to the torn fabric fibers, making it clear that the wound had not been effectively treated.
However, Minghuan seemed not to have been sweating profusely from the pain for a long time, because his left leg had completely lost sensation.
What was even more terrifying was that from that time on, there was a faint rustling sound lingering in his ears from time to time, as if there was some strange object following him around and causing trouble in the dark.
It wasn't until now that the boy was sure where the sound came from - it was in his own shoes.
The toes of his left foot seemed to have their own consciousness and were scratching the sole of his shoe uncontrollably.
The rustling sound of nails rubbing against insoles and the sound of zombies crawling outside intertwined together, sounding like the death song played by the god of death.
"I'm going to become a zombie..." This thought flashed through Minghuan's mind blankly.
He couldn't help biting his thin fingers, the blood in his veins boiling, and he was almost terrified by the uncontrollable changes and tremors in his body.
A voice told him that this was the primitive desire for survival in human genes. Even though he knew he was about to become a rotting corpse, his weak body still instinctively resisted death.
When will the day break?
Minghuan raised his head and thought in despair that his eyes, which were once praised as bright as Paraiba tourmaline, were now just a pool of frozen and dead water.
In a sense, this is a question that no one can answer.
Just like this sudden catastrophe, no one could have predicted it would happen, and no one knew how it would end.
In February 2038, on an unusual day, the first infected person appeared in Country K across the ocean.
In June of the same year, the virus broke out in many places. State organs were paralyzed one after another in the face of this disaster. Countless people were infected and died. Hell on earth descended.
In January of the following year, the world fell.
It is now the autumn of 2039. A surging zombie tidal wave has swept across every corner of this beautiful planet, from the oceans to the surface. Orderly society has been devastated, and there is no longer a safe place on earth.
This disaster came so suddenly, without any warning, as if it was just a cruel joke played by God, and the booming human civilization was knocked down so easily.
…
[This is the situation, host, are you ready to save the world? ]
With a "swish" sound, a sharp blade flashed across, and a circular hollow area with a radius of 50 meters instantly appeared in the dense tide of zombies.
The knife light was light and colorless, like a ghost flashing through the thick fog, so fast that it was almost impossible to see its afterimage.
Countless blue-gray broken limbs flew up along with the cold light, and the zombie's crown fell off. Pus, blood, and green fluid gushed out from the festering head, emitting a sickening stench of decay.
Immediately afterwards, a tall and agile man swiftly retracted his knife with his backhand. He bent his knees and squatted, exerting a little force with the well-defined muscles in his legs, and instantly flew into the air.
This man had long arms and legs, perfectly proportioned, and a deceptively handsome appearance. His muscular waist and abdomen curved into an incredible arc in the air, and in an instant he leaped out of the impenetrable encirclement. The filth flying in the air didn't even touch a corner of his clothes.
If it weren't for the fact that no one appreciated him amidst the zombie tide, he would have surely attracted a few more romantic interests based on his outstanding appearance.
Of course, that's on the premise that he doesn't speak.
I don't know what the system said again, but I saw the man's crimson eyes, which could show deep affection to a dog, narrowed slightly. His two plump honey-colored lips touched lightly, and he opened his mouth and said:
"Fuck you! Get out!"
Before he finished speaking, the zombie horde that had just been dispersed below paused for a moment, and then, as if they had smelled something delicious, they rushed towards him, roaring even more frantically.
The hollow eye sockets of these horrific creatures gleamed with an eerie red light, their jagged, flesh-filled, reflective teeth appearing particularly hideous in the night. Their rotting muscles struggled to connect their limbs and torsos, and the slightest movement caused their skin to slough off like overcooked braised meat. Yet, this couldn't stop the zombies' ravenous advance.
Looking at these overly enthusiastic "people" from another world, Gao Fengyuan, who had just escaped death, felt overwhelmed and wanted to slap himself. However, he had to desperately suppress his emotions to prevent his pheromones from accidentally leaking out.
Yes, pheromones—Gao Fengyuan is not a native of the apocalypse at all.
He was originally an Alpha soldier in a special forces unit in the information age ABO world, who heroically sacrificed his life in a transnational anti-terrorism operation to safeguard world peace. When he regained consciousness, he found himself in this horrible place.
However, before Gao Fengyuan, who had been reborn, could open his eyes to enjoy the unique beauty of the other world, he almost died again.
Before him, a creature with a drooping face, three miles long, stared at him, its face truly unflattering. Faced with such a "beautiful face," no one could remain indifferent. No wonder Gao Fengyuan, as if in a state of stress, released a pheromone threat.
As luck would have it, as a high-ranking Alpha, Gao Fengyuan's once-proudly, lethal "Iron-Blooded True Man" pheromones now looked like a walking aphrodisiac to the zombies. He'd barely released a single drop, and countless "dead ghosts" howled and lunged at him, eager for a taste of his beauty.
Looking at the endless sea of corpses and blood in front of him, Alpha, whose life was about to be lost, gritted his teeth and pulled out the laser knife from his tactical belt.
Luckily, I was wearing it, so when I died, my equipment hadn't been blasted to pieces by the ion bomb...
Gao Fengyuan thought with a smile, then he quickly and decisively entered combat mode and immediately began his career of chopping the Japanese with a sword.
At this moment, a certain unscrupulous system finally arrived, claiming to be some kind of survival system from another world, and Gao Fengyuan was the lucky one chosen from a hundred. He claimed that having survived a great disaster, he would be blessed in the future, destined to become the Dragon Aotian of this world, the savior, and so on.
I think that if you survive a great disaster, you will surely face another one!
Looking at the hell on earth before him, Gao Fengyuan nimbly rolled, jumped, and chopped melons and vegetables among the zombies, while frantically muttering in his head:
"Hey, 0, aren't you from a high-tech system on a higher plane? Don't you have any cheat codes to give me?
"If all else fails, an Alpha Inhibitor will do. I, Long Aotian, am about to die before I even achieve my goal!"
"It's 030!" The system replied, then checked its brainwaves with a guilty look. It said hesitantly:
[Um... Dear host, if I say - this time we are following the path of growth and counterattack, would you believe it? ]
In fact, it was because the points obtained from the last mission were too few, and the system's energy was only enough to take the next host through time. Therefore, Gao Fengyuan is still an authentic "alien species"...
Looking at the host's twitching forehead, the system hurriedly explained as if to make amends:
[But don't worry! The more zombies you kill and the faster you level up, the stronger your 030 energy will be! It won't be a problem for you to break through the void and return to your original world in the future!]
These words were like a bolt from the blue, shocking Gao Fengyuan so much that his wrist went limp, and he could barely hold the knife. But he still wanted to see the coffin and not cry. Alpha gritted his teeth and pressed on, "So, what use are you in now?"
[Uh…how about 030 cheering you on?] The system responded tentatively in a low voice.
"...Are you sending me here as a takeaway?"
Hearing this, Gao Fengyuan finally gave in. He brandished his laser blade with despair, feeling like he was about to choke to death on this "lack of flavor, taste, and color" pie. "Brother, Brother 0, please, I beg you, can you not do this mission?"
"Please be merciful and let me go. Let's go back to where we came from, okay? Even if I died in my original world, I'd still be considered a heroic soul. At least my life wasn't in vain."
[Tonic! Brother! We can fight together!] The system suddenly had an idea and couldn't help but imitate a host's coquettish behavior and said: [Sorry, it's 030's fault...]
"Ugh—this is so disgusting, get out!"
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