Chapter 1 Rebirth.
Mo Xiu, the strongest superhuman in the Shanhe Base, died. He died from the betrayal of his friends and the scorn and attacks of those he had risked his life to save.
The once spirited young man now lies motionless on the ground, his body a mangled mess.
But the anger of those around them didn't seem to have subsided, and they continued to punch and kick the corpse.
Mo Xiu's transparent soul floated in mid-air, looking at the scene before her with a mocking gaze.
He was framed and regarded as a traitor and accomplice by everyone. He lived a miserable life in hiding for a long time, but still couldn't escape this dead end.
Fortunately, in the final battle, he chose to self-destruct his crystal core, which still dragged many people down to hell with him.
Mo Xiu's gaze swept across the狰狞 faces; these were his so-called friends and comrades-in-arms, the people he was desperately trying to protect.
He never imagined that he had been so foolish as to have devoted so many years of his life to such a group of people.
The soul floating in mid-air had a cold expression on its face, as if the cruelly treated body did not belong to it.
Even if he cares, what can he do now? He's powerless to change anything.
Mo Xiu's expression finally changed when a dirty, disheveled man, looking like a madman, suddenly rushed out from the corner and tightly embraced his corpse.
"How could it be him..."
With his brows furrowed, Mo Xiu watched as the man clung tightly to his mangled corpse, preventing anyone from getting close. Clearly, he wanted to protect his body.
But with so many of them, how could they possibly care about a seemingly harmless rebel? So, that man also became their target.
"Wood, what are you doing? Let go!" Mo Xiu shouted anxiously as she saw the other person being punched and kicked.
Mo Xiu never expected that at this critical juncture, the person willing to rush out to protect him regardless of the consequences would be a fool.
He was just a fool I'd only helped out a few times when I happened to see him a long time ago.
Mo Xiu didn't even know the other person's name, only that this person was always dull and slow to react, earning him the nickname "Wooden Head".
How could a fool possibly be a match for these people? The man was quickly beaten black and blue, but he still held the corpse in his arms tightly.
Seeing this, Mo Xiu's eyes reddened. He floated to the man's ear and kept shouting, "Let go! I'm already dead! Just a corpse, let them do what they want! Don't let them hit you anymore!"
However, he is now just a soul, and no one can hear his voice.
After a long while, the man suddenly went berserk, like a mad beast, and began to attack indiscriminately those who tried to damage Mo Xiu's corpse, not caring at all whether he would be injured. Only then did those people stop, as if they were terrified.
Nobody wants to get hurt because of a crazy and stupid guy.
The crowd, having grown bored with the man's erratic behavior, gradually dispersed.
Mo Xiu saw the man lying beside him, covered in blood and panting heavily. His long hair obscured the man's face, making it impossible for him to see the man's expression.
Cold tears slid down his cheeks, and Mo Xiu felt his heart bleeding. For the first time, he realized that even the soul could weep.
It took the man a long time to stand up again. He was emaciated, yet surprisingly strong. He carefully and steadily lifted Mo Xiu's not-so-light body and carried him away from the Shanhe Base.
His soul followed the other man, watching him stagger for a long time until they reached a dense forest that looked beautiful. Exhausted, the man collapsed, embracing the corpse, and passed out.
Mo Xiu's heart tightened upon seeing this. He quickly moved closer and reached out to touch the wound on the other person's arm, but unsurprisingly, his hand passed right through it.
"sorry……"
Looking at his translucent palm, Mo Xiu felt a lump in his throat, a soothing feeling that filled him with bitterness.
The help he gave this person was insignificant compared to the benefits others received from him.
If he could do it all over again, he would definitely see through the hypocrisy. He wouldn't have fallen to this state for people who weren't even worth it.
He wanted to repay this man properly, to do everything in his power.
Unfortunately, all he can do now is quietly stay here and silently hope that the other party will be safe and sound.
It's unclear how much time passed, but the man still didn't wake up.
Mo Xiu felt a sense of fear; he was afraid that something might really happen to the other person because of him. But at the same time, he also noticed that his eyelids seemed to be getting heavier and heavier, and even his consciousness was beginning to blur.
Mo Xiu wasn't sure if the soul could also feel sleepy, or if this was a sign that he was about to dissipate.
"I'm sorry, if I could do it all over again, I would definitely repay you..."
Mo Xiu murmured softly, feeling that he was about to disappear. With his last bit of strength, he gave the man, who was still unconscious, a quick hug before plunging into complete darkness.
After a long while, Mo Xiu's consciousness began to return, and he felt as if he had fallen into some kind of chaos.
Although I can't see, I'm not oblivious; the whole world seems to rush past me.
Is this the process of the soul dissipating?
Mo Xiu felt dizzy and lightheaded until one moment he discovered that his vision had returned and he saw a point of light appear in the darkness not far away.
The points of light fluctuated faster and faster until they converged into a passageway-like structure.
He instinctively reached out to touch the tunnel, but was suddenly sucked in and lost consciousness completely.
When she opened her eyes again and saw the snow-white ceiling, Mo Xiu was stunned for several seconds before she came to her senses and stared blankly at her surroundings.
A wave of intense dizziness and discomfort washed over him, making it impossible for him to clearly discern where he was; he only felt a strong sense of familiarity.
However, he couldn't care less about all that. He was like someone who had been overexerted and just wanted to rest.
So, Mo Xiu closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep.
Mo Xiu only woke up with some difficulty after the knocking on the door continued.
His head still ached, and he felt extremely tired.
But the people outside kept knocking, as if they wouldn't stop until he got up and opened the door.
With no other option, Mo Xiu could only drag her heavy body to the door.
"Mo Xiu, why are you only opening the door now? Aren't you up yet? What time is it? You should be out looking for supplies!"
After the door was opened, the young man outside looked him over and said unhappily.
Mo Xiu frowned upon hearing this; his ears were ringing, and his head was still spinning. It took him a moment to realize who was in front of him.
The visitor was Xi Wenlin, his senior in college, a hypocritical, selfish, and pretentious scoundrel. He was also one of the lackeys of those who had killed him.
But something's not right. When he self-destructed his crystal core, although he didn't kill everyone who was attacking him, those who were closest to him definitely wouldn't have survived.
And this Xi Wenlin was the closest to him. The other person should be dead, so how could he appear perfectly unharmed before him?
Upon seeing her enemy, Mo Xiu instinctively unleashed a murderous intent.
That icy gaze sent a chill down Xi Wenlin's spine. He even subconsciously took a step back, swallowed hard, and asked, "Mo, Mo Xiu, what's wrong?"
Mo Xiu only came to her senses after hearing what the other person said.
Xi Wenlin's attitude towards him was clearly off, and the other person didn't look like he did later in the Shanhe Base; he seemed to be several years younger.
Thinking this, Mo Xiu looked around the room again, but the more she looked, the more confused she became.
This place feels so much like the suburban villa where I stayed with the classmates I had rescued and the survivors I met along the way, just a few months after the apocalypse began.
A commotion came from outside the window. Mo Xiu ignored Xi Wenlin outside the door, turned around, and silently walked to the window.
Through the window, he saw people he remembered, some of whom he thought had died long ago at the hands of zombies, but now they were alive and well.
At this moment, Mo Xiu realized that she seemed to have been reborn.
"Mo Xiu, what's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?" Xi Wenlin walked into the room.
Seeing that Mo Xiu ignored him after opening the door and that her attitude was quite unusual, he felt a little strange.
Hearing the other person's voice again, Mo Xiu took a deep breath. Considering the current situation and his current strength, he temporarily suppressed his killing intent.
"What do you want?" the young man asked coldly.
Xi Wenlin paused for a moment when he heard the question, and said with some surprise, "Of course I'm going out to find supplies, Mo Xiu. What's wrong with you today?"
Looking for supplies?
Mo Xiu lowered her eyes, rummaged through the memories piled up in the corner of her brain, and finally figured out why the other party had come to find her.
He had never realized before that he had been working like a beast of burden for so long.
Xi Wenlin's so-called search for supplies didn't mean everyone had to do it together; rather, he was to travel alone through the dangerous post-apocalyptic world to provide food and drink for everyone.
Their reasons were quite high-sounding, such as "with great power comes great responsibility," and "his special ability is the strongest among these people, so of course he should shoulder heavy responsibilities, and everyone should help each other."
At that time, Mo Xiu also vaguely felt that something was wrong, after all, his superpower had only just reached the second level.
But he also felt that they were right; in this end times, it was only right for humanity to unite.
But now that I think about it, this is not mutual help at all; these people are clearly exploiting me unilaterally.
Mo Xiu didn't know why he had been reborn, but he had already died once. If he were to listen to this nonsense again, he might as well not be reborn at all and just die again now.
So he simply said, "I'm not going," and pushed the person out of the room. He closed the door and went back to bed.
In his past life, after the apocalypse, he slept later than a dog and woke up earlier than a rooster, all for the sake of others. Now that he's been reborn, those people can forget about it.
Even if the King of Heaven himself came, he wouldn't be able to stop him from lying down!
Xi Wenlin stared at the tightly closed door, his eyes filled with disbelief. He had never encountered Mo Xiu's attitude before, in all the time they had known each other.
He knocked on the door again, but there was still no response from inside.
An elderly couple in the lobby came over and asked, "Xiao Lin, what's going on? Why hasn't Xiao Mo gone out to work yet at this hour?"
Seeing that everyone else's attention was also focused on him, Xi Wenlin forced a smile and said, "Mo Xiu must be a little tired these past two days, let him rest for a day."
The older woman nodded upon hearing this, and when she looked at Xi Wenlin, she gave him a somewhat fawning smile and said, "Xiao Mo, you've worked hard. Take a day off."
However, taking a day off is fine, but taking too long is not good! Xiao Lin, you have to have a good talk with him. Young people should work harder. Our whole team is counting on him.
Xiao Mo listens to you the most; he'll definitely listen to whatever you say!
Xi Wenlin felt even more agitated after hearing this, but he knew very well that the reason he was able to have a superior position in the team was because he deliberately revealed to the people around him that Mo Xiu was obedient to him.
So he waved his hand dismissively, saying, "I know," and then hurriedly left.
Meanwhile, Mo Xiu in the room ignored the conversation outside and fell asleep again.
Everything that happened in his past life played out again in his dream, just like a movie.
In her dream, Mo Xiu saw the day the end of the world came again.
He thought it would be just another ordinary day, and he was in the library choosing books while planning his ongoing practical assignment.
Completely unaware, something terrifying was quietly happening at the school.
A zombie monster appeared out of nowhere and started tearing at passing students.
Chaos, screams, and fear spreading everywhere...
Forced to flee, he and his surviving classmates went into hiding. And gradually, more and more people began to awaken their supernatural abilities.
Mo Xiu can be considered lucky, as she was among the first batch of people to awaken her superpowers, and she possesses both lightning and wind-type superpowers.
Perhaps due to his exceptional talent, Mo Xiu mastered his supernatural abilities very quickly. Naturally, he became a key member of the team in combat, diligently protecting those around him.
He helped rescue the survivors he encountered along the way; he was truly a saint...
Mo Xiu slept soundly until late at night, only waking up groggily when it was completely dark.
Recalling the dream she had just had, Mo Xiu smiled self-deprecatingly.
I deliberately stayed here for more than half a month to prepare so that I could successfully bring these people to the Shanhe Base.
All the food and supplies were painstakingly collected by him.
It took them more than a month to reach their destination. After that, he stayed at the Shanhe Base for several years.
There, he continued to work tirelessly to save people, doing everything he could to contribute to humanity in this apocalyptic world.
However, things didn't go as planned. Only when she was betrayed and died did Mo Xiu realize that she had been too naive all along.
Those people always treated him like a fool.
Since that's the case, then let whoever wants to be his slave for the rest of their life can be him. He's going to lie down and live his comfortable life.
After stretching comfortably, Mo Xiu still had no intention of getting out of bed.
Unfortunately, the rumbling sounds from his stomach interrupted his plan to continue sleeping.
Mo Xiu sat up and casually picked up the large backpack from beside the bed.
The backpack was stuffed full of supplies, some of which were originally intended for distribution to the team today. But now, these were all things he had worked hard to find; why should they be given to those who didn't work for them?
In the past, he had to tighten his belt to ensure everyone had food. Now, Mo Xiu didn't care anymore. This was the fruit of his labor, and he wanted to enjoy it!
Mo Xiu pulled out a can of luncheon meat from her backpack, opened the lid, scooped out a large spoonful, and stuffed it into her mouth. Then she tore open a piece of bread and took a bite.
He opened and ate everything he wanted: sealed soda crackers, small packets of preserved mustard greens and bamboo shoots, and dark, braised eggs. Finding it a bit too salty, he even opened two drinks.
After eating and drinking her fill, Mo Xiu patted her swollen belly, lay back down on the bed, closed her eyes, and continued to sleep.
The feeling of fatigue may be really hard to get rid of, not just physically, but also from past experiences.
Mo Xiu felt too tired. He had been tired for so many years. In this apocalyptic world that seemed to have no end in sight, his heart was already riddled with holes.
How long had it been since he had felt so comfortable lying in bed? He wished he could sleep forever and make up for all the rest he had missed in the past.
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