Volume One, Chapter Two: The Skyscraper

There was only one skyscraper in Yun City.

So there was no way Qi Fengling was mistaken.

Truly, after searching high and low with no success, fortune came effortlessly!

In his past life, when Qi Fengling had survived against all odds and grown strong enough to seek revenge, Zhou Ying and her close friend had long since perished in the zombie outbreak.

Failing to personally eliminate these two deceitful women was a lifelong regret for Qi Fengling. This time, he finally had the chance to make amends.

Want food? He would deliver it! Food was nothing—he wouldn't just bring them food; he intended to send them straight to the underworld.

“Qianqian, don’t speak like that about Fengling. It’s only natural he’s afraid of zombies. We can’t force him to bring food; that would put him in danger. If anything happens to Fengling, I... I won’t want to live either,” Zhou Ying sobbed on the other end of the phone, though her face was full of mockery.

“Yingying, if you ask me, you’re just too kind. Wang Shao is practically chasing you, but you reject him and give this Qi Fengling a chance instead. You’re so good-hearted, but look at him—a coward clinging to life!”

“What if he dies? What about you—won’t you still be starving? What if you starve to death?”

“Qianqian, don’t say that. Fengling would be hurt if he heard you.”

Sun Qian and Zhou Ying volleyed barbs back and forth, their faces thick with scorn.

This tactic had worked flawlessly before the apocalypse.

Sun Qian took on the role of the ruthless critic, while Zhou Ying played the understanding and kindhearted friend. Qi Fengling could only laugh at the obvious psychological manipulation.

How could he have been so willing to swallow this in his past life?

Just as Qi Fengling was lost in thought, Sun Qian, playing the villain, issued her final ultimatum.

“Qi Fengling, don’t think that just because Yingying is kind, you can trample on her goodwill.”

“If you don’t bring the food by five this afternoon, don’t expect to say another word to Yingying for the rest of your life.”

“Do you hear me?!!!”

Qi Fengling sneered and nodded. “Fine, I’ll have it there before five.”

After hanging up, he quickly tidied up. The food in the room was running low, but if he ate alone, it would last about a week.

After a week, there would be no food left.

So this trip out was critical—not only to reach the top floor of the skyscraper ahead of everyone else and secure the SS-grade ‘Awakening Pearl,’ but also to settle scores with Zhou Ying and Sun Qian, and to scavenge supplies.

Time was tight, and the mission was heavy.

Qi Fengling strapped every usable piece of wood or iron from the room to vulnerable parts of his body, donned a cycling helmet, gripped a baseball bat in one hand, and tucked a sharpened kitchen knife at his waist.

By the time he was ready, it was already 3:10 p.m.

There was one hour and fifty minutes left before five o’clock.

Although Qi Fengling’s home was also in the city center, it was two blocks away from the skyscraper.

Perhaps because no living humans roamed the streets anymore, the zombies wandering about seemed aimless, some even lying on the bloodstained ground, trampled upon by their own kind.

Though these zombies were dangerous, they posed no real threat to Qi Fengling.

Yet he knew full well that these seemingly pathetic zombies would soon begin cannibalizing each other, evolving into a more terrifying collective mutation after today.

On the other end of the line, Sun Qian sneered disdainfully.

“That Qi Fengling is shameless—how dare he go so long without replying or answering calls.”

“When he arrives this afternoon, Yingying, don’t show him any kindness.”

Zhou Ying, fixing her appearance in the mirror, let out a cold laugh.

“That pathetic loser? I’d be disgusted to even glance at him if it weren’t for those damn zombies outside.”

She added, “Oh, by the way, Qianqian, Ye Shao just messaged me—he’s coming here this afternoon too.”

“So tell me, what should I wear that doesn’t look so obvious?”

Standing, Zhou Ying gestured at her reflection.

Sun Qian’s eyes flickered with bitterness upon hearing that Ye Shao would be coming as well.

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At 3:15 p.m., a faint creak sounded as the door slowly opened, revealing only a narrow gap just wide enough for someone to slip through sideways.

The hallway was littered with nothing but a few skeletons picked clean.

It was eerily quiet—so quiet that even the slightest noise might attract a horde of zombies.

Despite having survived over a decade in the apocalypse in his past life, Qi Fengling did not dare be careless.

Because in the apocalypse, even the smallest lapse could mean death.

Qi Fengling moved toward the end of the hallway, controlling his breathing, each step nearly soundless.

Five minutes later, he stopped on the second floor and looked down.

Compared to the zombies inside the residential building, the street below swarmed aimlessly, with every visible inch covered in zombies trampled underfoot.

Crossing straight through was impossible.

Forcing a way would only lead to being devoured.

Qi Fengling wasn’t foolish enough to try that.

The corner room on the second floor was the broadcasting room, connected to many loudspeakers on the street’s left side.

In his past life, he had used this broadcasting room to activate the loudspeakers, generating noise to draw most zombies’ attention, allowing him to slip through the two streets.

Before entering, Qi Fengling swung his baseball bat.

In his past life, the moment he opened the door, a tall, thin zombie lunged at him. If he hadn’t been wearing thick clothes, he would have been scratched and infected.

This time, he wouldn’t let that happen again.

The moment the door creaked open—

“Argh...” The tall, thin zombie lunged forward, but Qi Fengling, prepared, swung the baseball bat in a full arc, smashing it directly into the zombie’s head.

The next moment, blood splattered everywhere. The zombie’s skull was pulverized, motionless.

He then proceeded as before, turning on all the residential building’s loudspeakers and cranking the volume to the maximum.

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