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"Bad person? Come on, brother, I haven't read much, so don't fool me. In this situation, who would come here as a guest if they were a bad person? Those running around with guns, slaughtering Zombies and Survivors are the real bad guys. Someone like you, even if you are a bad person, isn't that bad," the chubby man said, slurping his instant noodles with a bitter expression. After eating instant noodles for so long, his face had turned green. He had tried all sorts of flavors and methods—using the seasoning packets, not using them, dry noodles, soaking them in cold water.
In any case, he had tried every possible way.
There was no choice; these were all he had, and he couldn't taste anything good.
"The human heart is the most unpredictable thing in this world. You may not know it or have encountered it before, but never trust others easily. Sometimes the one who stabs you in the back is your best friend," Zheng Yifan said calmly.
Many friendships had ended over interests.
"Don't joke with me. I'm just a fat guy with nothing to offer. Take whatever you want; I've grown tired of instant noodles anyway. It seems like the number of Zombies outside has suddenly decreased. I need to go hunting; I'd rather let a Zombie scratch me to death than keep eating instant noodles," the chubby man sighed. Instant noodles were fine occasionally, but eating them regularly was a real pain.
Zheng Yifan looked at this chubby man and admired his bravery. Ordinary people wouldn't dare to rush out when food was plentiful, but the next thing he said left Zheng Yifan speechless.
"I'll definitely find a way to become a Superpower user or meet some System. I can't just sit at home waiting for luck to fall on my head," the chubby man scratched his head and said earnestly.
Speechless. That was all Zheng Yifan could think.
The meal wasn't exactly lavish, but it was everything the chubby man could offer, and Zheng Yifan was quite satisfied.
Sometimes, when someone gives you something simple, it represents a different kind of friendship because it is all they have.
Pig's Trotter—this was certainly not something produced in bulk; most likely it was still instant noodles. When a chubby man shares his best food with you, it naturally reflects his greatest goodwill.
"Let's rush out together; who knows, we might both find a way to become Superpowered Individuals," Zheng Yifan said lightly with a smile.
The chubby guy shook his head, smiling as he patted Zheng Yifan's shoulder. "Buddy, you don't need to trick me. I've already noticed that you've definitely evolved. The move you made when you came in isn't something an ordinary human can do. Even gymnasts need training for that, yet you did it so effortlessly. Plus, your confidence in every little detail of your performance shows that your abilities are definitely superior to those of an average Zombie."
"And! Your usual alertness has become an instinctive reaction. You don't just focus on one target; instead, you scan everything around you to ensure the safety of your surroundings. Honestly, I knew you were special long ago," the chubby guy said, wiping his mouth and chuckling.
"You're quite perceptive! Then I'll help you become a Superpowered Individual too!" Zheng Yifan spread his hands and laughed.
"Really?" The chubby guy looked at Zheng Yifan in surprise, his expression one of disbelief.
"I was just joking earlier; the chance is only a small percentage. I didn't expect there really to be Superpower users in this world! No! You just mentioned a very specific term: Superpowered Individual. That's what we call all those who have surpassed human limits, right?" The chubby guy recalled the details of Zheng Yifan's words and began to analyze them slowly.
Gradually, his worldview expanded, and the survival mode of the Apocalyptic World began to reshape his mind.
"Yes! A Superpowered Individual is an evolved being, the absolute reliance for humans in fighting Zombies," Zheng Yifan nodded. He looked at the chubby guy in front of him and pulled out a bottle of A-Level Essence from his hand. He wanted to help this Fellow; A-Level Essence could guarantee an evolution rate and wasn't too expensive for him.
"As long as humanity in this world can gain the power to resist Zombies, that's enough. Zombies evolve too! Maybe you haven't noticed, but since the first mutation began, Zombies have gradually evolved. They become increasingly difficult to deal with. For instance, the Zombies I encountered here initially were just ordinary trash, but over time, their claws grew longer—like iron hooks—and they became capable of destroying external spring beds. That's why I urgently need to get out," the chubby guy said again.
His face grew more tense as he tidied up his clothes once more, holding onto his modified long gun—the weapon with nails driven into a mop handle.
Zheng Yifan nodded. "Are you coming with me? Let's seek out opportunities for evolution."
He didn't directly give the Essence to the chubby guy but instead wanted him to discover it himself because what one earns is always cherished more.
The Fat Man nodded, and the two of them prepared to rush out. It was clear to anyone that this was not a good base. Zheng Yifan gradually learned more about the Fat Man during their conversation; this post-apocalyptic otaku now displayed such courage. Perhaps he was a prime example of how heroes are born from adversity.
The two walked side by side out of the unit. The spring beds had been dismantled; they no longer needed the base. It was best to return everything to its original state. The main issue was that the Fat Man's body was too bulky to fit through the upper passage, so they had to move all the setups aside, but they were already well-prepared.
Zheng Yifan could see the contingency plan the Fat Man had left behind. The spring beds could quickly be repositioned to block the entrance, and there was a refrigerator nearby that could be pushed over to seal the main door.
Outside, the zombies had been thoroughly cleared out, with only a few stragglers remaining. This was mainly because Zheng Yifan was close by; his Avatar of the Believers' target had begun to drift further away. The area around him had never been where he attacked; with his presence, he could summon his Avatar of the Believers at any time.
"Roar!" As Zheng Yifan stepped outside, he heard the roar of a zombie. He looked closely and saw that the Fat Man had already picked up his weapon, searching for zombies.
While others wanted to flee from the zombies, he was different—he remained eerily calm, intent on finding them.
Zheng Yifan didn’t understand his thought process, but after hearing his explanation, he felt somewhat speechless.
"Killing zombies means one less to deal with. Each solitary zombie killed reduces the chance of being overwhelmed by them. Victory is always built upon small victories."
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