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墨書 Inktalez
I leaned against the wall, feeling as if I had just run a five-thousand-meter marathon, my entire body aching and weak.
The aftereffects of the "Soul-Eating Immunity Evolution" were no joke; it was worse than a hangover. I felt as if my bones were falling apart, as if I had been trampled by hundreds of strong men.
I looked up at the overcast sky, gray and heavy, as if it were about to come crashing down. It seemed that today’s weather was not going to be any better—just adding insult to injury, like sprinkling cumin powder on an open wound—specifically designed to make me feel pain.
Zhong Dali, on the other hand, was full of energy, showing no signs of distress. No wonder he was called a bull; his stamina was impressive. It seemed that you really are what you eat; this guy had been drinking milk since he was little.
"Wei Na, are you okay?" Zhong Dali asked with genuine concern in his voice, filled with brotherly affection that almost brought tears to my eyes.
"I'm fine," I waved my hand dismissively, trying to appear nonchalant. "Just a bit tired, like I’ve run five thousand meters." In truth, I cursed inwardly at the damned side effects. When would they finally disappear? I didn’t want to go save the world looking half-dead.
Suddenly, I heard a faint cry for help. The sound was intermittent, as if it were coming from far away, barely audible amidst the howling wind—like a dying mosquito buzzing in my ear.
"Did you… hear that?" I asked, straining my ears to catch every little sound, afraid of missing even the slightest hint of movement.
"Hear what?" Zhong Dali looked confused, his expression like that of someone watching a madman. "You can’t be hallucinating, right? In this desolate place, where would a cry for help come from?"
"A cry for help," I insisted, my tone firm. "It seems… someone… is calling for help…" If it weren’t for my enhanced senses after the "Soul-Eating Immunity Evolution," I wouldn’t have been able to hear that faint plea at all.
Zhong Dali skeptically perked up his ears and listened. His expression resembled that of a wary rabbit. After a moment of hesitation, he said, "It really does seem like… there is…," scratching his head nervously. "It wouldn’t be a ghost, would it?" This guy was even more timid than a rabbit.
A thought struck me—could there actually be survivors in this ruin? It seemed this world hadn’t completely fallen apart; at least there were still a few living souls suffering alongside me.
I quickly headed in the direction of the sound. My feet crunched on the rubble and debris beneath me, producing a creaking sound like a deathly sonata. Zhong Dali followed closely behind me like a loyal little dog.
Not far along, we came across a group of ragged survivors huddled around a broken radio. They looked emaciated, as if they had just escaped from a refugee camp. One girl was shouting desperately into the radio, her voice filled with anguish and hopelessness.
"Help! Is anyone there? We're trapped!" Her cries were heart-wrenching, enough to make anyone's heart ache. If I didn't know better, I would have thought she was an Oscar-winning actress.
A chill ran down my spine as I realized this girl looked eerily familiar. It was as if I had seen her somewhere before, but the memory eluded me, like biting into an undercooked dumpling—unsettling and uncomfortable.
Upon closer inspection, I recognized her as the girl I had encountered earlier at the zombie factory. What a small world it was; fate seemed to have a twisted sense of humor in bringing us together again. Was this some kind of divine arrangement?
But why was she here? It puzzled me deeply. Was she also hiding from zombies? Yet she didn’t seem to be fleeing; instead, it felt like she was... acting?
An ominous feeling crept over me. This couldn’t possibly be a trap, could it? My instincts had always been sharp, especially since awakening my "Soul-Eating Immunity Evolution," making me as sensitive as a hunting dog.
I quickly grabbed Zhong Dali and signaled him to be cautious. This group might pose a threat, and I didn’t want to foolishly walk into someone else's snare.
"What’s wrong?" Zhong Dali asked, looking perplexed, his expression akin to that of someone witnessing madness. "They... don’t look... like bad people..."
His lack of insight was exasperating.
"Don't... go over there," I urged. "I... think... they... are trouble..." I certainly didn’t want to put my life in the hands of these unknown individuals.
Zhong Dali glanced between me and the survivors, confusion etched on his face as if he were pondering the meaning of life. "They... really don’t look... like bad people..." he reiterated, clearly dismissing my warning.
I scoffed internally; after all, villains don’t wear signs that say “I’m a bad person.” This heavyset fool was adorably naïve—like a walking liability. I almost wanted to slap him awake.
Just then, the group of survivors suddenly turned around, weapons in hand, their eyes glaring at us with the ferocity of hungry wolves spotting their prey.
“Ha ha, we’ve got him!” A burly man laughed, his voice filled with pride and mockery, like an old fox boasting about his cunning plan.
I cursed inwardly; it was indeed a trap! These guys dared to scheme against me—how reckless!
I quickly pulled Zhong Dali behind a pile of rubble. The heap emitted a foul stench, reminiscent of decaying corpses, but at least it provided some cover against bullets.
“What do we do?” Zhong Dali asked, his voice tinged with panic, clearly startled by the sudden turn of events.
“What else can we do?” I replied with a hint of resignation. “Of course… we fight back!” We couldn’t just sit and wait to die, could we?
I picked up a stone from the debris and threw it towards the group, creating a diversion. While they were distracted, I grabbed Zhong Dali and dashed out like two unleashed wild dogs.
“Bang! Bang! Bang!” Gunfire erupted, deafening in its intensity. Bullets whizzed past my ears with a sharp hiss. I ducked and dodged; thankfully, I was quick enough and agile enough to avoid becoming a target.
As I evaded the bullets, I charged towards the group like a ferocious beast. I needed to take them down quickly; if they regained their composure, we would be finished.
I reached a man in front of me and landed a punch squarely on his nose. He let out a scream as blood gushed from his face like a fountain, collapsing to the ground unconscious.
I then turned to another man and kicked him in the stomach. He doubled over in pain, clutching his belly and crumpling to the ground like a boiled shrimp.
Like a wild animal, I rampaged through the crowd, throwing punches and kicks. In no time at all, I had taken down every last one of them, leaving them moaning on the ground like defeated drowned rats.
I dusted off my hands and looked down at the groaning figures sprawled before me, a cold smile creeping across my face. You think you can play tricks on me? You’re still too green! I’ve fought my way through mountains of corpses and seas of blood; you’re just a bunch of small fry who can’t handle me!
I walked up to the girl, looking down at her from above, like a judge. "Why... did you do this?" I asked, my tone icy, like the cold wind of winter.
The girl lowered her head, remaining silent, resembling a defeated rooster. I grabbed her hair and lifted her up, as one would with a small chicken.
"Speak!" I shouted, my voice booming like thunder, causing her to tremble.
The girl raised her head to look at me, her eyes filled with venom, like a poisonous snake. "Wei Na, you... will not die a good death!" she spat through gritted teeth, each word forced out as if from between clenched jaws.
I was taken aback. This girl... knows me? How is that possible? I shouldn't have seen her before; could I have lost my memory?
Who is she? Why does she harbor such hatred towards me? Did I offend her in the past?
Just as I was about to press further, I suddenly felt a powerful surge of energy. This energy wave... was coming from afar, like the tremors before a volcanic eruption, growing stronger by the second.
My heart sank. This feeling... it seemed familiar... could it be...
I quickly released the girl and turned to run, like a startled rabbit. Zhong Dali followed closely behind me, like a loyal little dog.
We hadn't run far when a massive figure appeared in our line of sight. That figure loomed like a small mountain, blocking out the sun and exuding an overwhelming presence.
I gasped in shock. What kind of monster is this?
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