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"Roar!" The roar of the Zombie awakened the entire Howling Wind Gathering Place, but they no longer had the heart to care. The mechanisms of the Northern City Wall had already been activated. Although they could not use the Post-Apocalypse equipment, they had their own methods.
The pre-set mechanisms would overturn a fragile gap in the wall within two hours. This had been planned long ago, all for the sake of escape. After all, when they first built the Gathering Place here, people were filled with fear of the Zombies.
Of course, that fear remained even now.
However, they did not expect that Zombies would appear in the Gathering Place, and these were intelligent ones that could evolve from Original Survivors. The three-headed, six-armed Zombie was incredibly powerful, but its current strength was merely between the Second Tier and Third Stage. It was not truly strong.
Having just become a Zombie, it temporarily lacked sufficient power. Although its form was imposing, its strength had yet to catch up.
Moreover, it was a Leader Zombie, consuming energy at rates dozens or even hundreds of times greater.
Yet it was not a typical Zombie; its self-assessment was not entirely accurate. All it knew was that it was very hungry, driven to madness by its hunger.
After devouring a dozen people, it felt as if it had only filled a small gap. If it were an ordinary Zombie, it would have gone into a frenzy, but this one was different; it possessed intelligence and could determine where Survivors were hiding.
Those who had bullied him, looked down on him, or even beaten him were now his targets. Before he became a Zombie, he had only been eleven or twelve years old; he did not possess the mental fortitude of an adult. He was just a child.
Now that he had power, he naturally used all his strength to seek revenge.
"Roar!" He tore apart the house of his only surviving homeroom teacher from the Post-Apocalypse era. In that house were remnants of the many assignments she had left him and memories of her forcing him to attend extra classes.
The teacher stared blankly at the Zombie before her, her heart trembling. She felt as if this monster recognized her.
"You? You are...?" The teacher stammered, wanting to retreat but finding nowhere to hide.
"Ming! Wang Ming!" A roar from the Zombie echoed with a final trace of fear towards his teacher as he looked at her, seemingly afraid.
"Child! What happened to you? Who did this to you?" The female homeroom teacher trembled, her right hand reaching out as if to touch the child before her.
Suddenly, a loud slap echoed through the air, and Wang Ming witnessed a scene that filled him with rage.
Though he had come here seeking revenge against the teacher who had bullied him, what he saw now was shocking. A burly man had just slapped his teacher hard across the face, leaving five red marks on her skin.
"You filthy bitch! Still daring to use my food to feed your brainless students? Do you want to die?" The man didn’t even notice Wang Ming; his focus was solely on the female teacher and the people outside.
Then, with a vicious kick, he struck her in the stomach.
Blood immediately flowed from her mouth as she groaned in pain, clutching her belly. "This is your child! You beast! You monster!"
Before she could finish her words, the man kicked her in the head.
She collapsed, unconscious.
"I won't allow you to hit Teacher Li!" Wang Ming's fury surged even more. After all, this was his homeroom teacher. In school, if a teacher was bullied by another teacher or students from another class, they would fight back to save face.
Now, although he had come for revenge against his teacher, only he had the right to bully her. He could hit her; he could consume her, but no one else was allowed to lay a hand on her.
In an instant, thirty sharp claws extended from his hands like daggers. Then came a thunderous crash as the entire room collapsed under the force of his swing. The man was pulled out by him, thirty claws piercing through his body completely, green liquid oozing from the wounds.
But instead of feeling pleasure, he felt agony—each cell in his body invaded by pain that was worse than death itself.
Wang Ming's strength was immense, yet he didn’t kill him outright; instead, he tortured him.
"She is my teacher! Only I can bully her!" With a roar, fragments flew everywhere; only the man's head remained intact along with half of his neck, which continued to gurgle something but could not die.
He had already been invaded by the Zombie Virus, with a strong survival instinct, yet he was not completely infected. The Zombie Virus within him was suppressed by Wang Ming, leaving him with a sliver of consciousness.
Of course, he could not create conscious Zombies; he merely slowed down the process. The Zombie Virus caused black liquid to ooze from his brain, and his mental state was collapsing, his eyes increasingly devoid of spirit.
Wang Ming paid him no mind and casually tossed him aside, allowing him to continue his silent howling. With six hands, he rummaged through the ruins and gradually found the body of his teacher, one that had begun to lose its life.
"You will live forever! Live on in my heart!" Wang Ming shouted, slowly recalling fragments of memories—moments when he could barely survive in the apocalypse, when his homeroom teacher had given him a small handful of rice to help him endure.
He couldn't remember exactly how many times it happened or how precious that rice was. He always thought his teacher had found a strong man who could provide enough food for her.
But now it seemed that her life was nothing like his own.
Her existence was so tragic, barely sustainable, reduced to being someone else's slave. Given that, the handful of rice she had given him might have been all she could spare.
Though young, Wang Ming had learned a thing or two about survival in this harsh world.
As he reminisced, tears streamed down his face; he was no longer mad but sorrowful, drops of green tears falling to the ground as he cradled his teacher's body.
Outside, the shell of the Zombie slowly cracked open, revealing Wang Ming's true form as he extended two tender hands to hold his teacher's now dull face and kissed it. Tentacles from his body caressed her as she gradually transformed into green liquid and entered Wang Ming's Tentacles.
It took over ten minutes for her entire body to vanish. Wang Ming then slowly retreated back into the Zombie shell, hiding away.
In an instant, it felt as if Wang Ming had completely changed; he was no longer just a child who knew only slaughter but had gained a hint of humanity.
Yes! His teacher's earnest teachings returned to his mind.
However, it seemed that the surroundings did not allow him to reminisce any longer, as people were beginning to encircle him. Those warriors looked at the dazed Wang Ming as if he were just another Ordinary Zombie; several fishing nets were already spread out, ready to capture the strange Zombie before them.
There were even other Survivors pointing fingers.
"Min! You should run, don't worry about us!" The other members of the Zombie Gang looked around in terror. The adults surrounding them were the source of their fear; they had the means to torture them.
And they were cold-blooded and would show no mercy.
"Kill!" Wang Ming shouted angrily, raising six hands as his fingernails shot out like blades. Then, a whirlwind-like shadow swiftly changed positions on the ground.
The warriors only felt a chill at their necks before slowly losing control of their bodies, realizing too late that they were already dead.
"Kill, kill, kill!" Wang Ming was in a frenzy. Despite the dying gaze of his homeroom teacher and his regained sanity, he was still a Zombie—something that could never change. The people before him were nothing but food.
Moreover, these were the very people who had bullied him the most.
"This is the hatred for stealing my food!" Three months ago, it was this Survivor who had taken away the handful of lifesaving rations given to him by his teacher.
"This is the pain from when you beat me up!" Just last week, while walking down the street, he had been randomly assaulted by that Survivor.
One after another, dozens of Survivors were torn apart and stuffed into his mouth as if he were a demon emerging from hell. The sound of his chewing was truly terrifying.
They saw a Zombie—a highly intelligent one—and he remembered his past grievances.
Although he didn't know who this Zombie was, he thought about how those who bullied him would also be bullied by him!
One by one, their legs trembled as they turned to flee. They couldn't resist; in front of Wang Ming, humanity was nothing but fragile prey.
Like marinated chicken legs already placed on a chopping board, with a single slap, they could be torn apart and devoured.
He feasted on those Survivors, naturally choosing first those who had bullied him in the past.
Then, his companions behind him also gained quite a bit, scavenging from the shredded clothes on the ground.
When Wang Ming tore apart a Survivor, he would strip them of their clothing; after all, he was human and had no habit of eating clothes. If conditions allowed, he wouldn't even mind cleaning them first.
His strength allowed him to rampage freely in the Gathering Place.
However, the Howling Wind group did not sit idly by. As he slaughtered, the northern wall finally collapsed completely. Sections of the wall crumbled, leaving only passages open, and a large number of Survivors surged out following Howling Wind's lead.
These were most of the people in the Gathering Place, with none remaining loyal to Howling Wind. Those waiting behind for slaughter were merely ordinary Survivors.
Alongside this chaos, the last wall holding back the Zombies finally buckled under pressure.
It creaked ominously.
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