DDT - Chapter 2
Chapter 2: Zombie King × Little White Flower (1)
Broken steles and crumbling monuments stood amidst a forest of ruins. Beneath an ashen-gray sky, a flock of unknown birds, reeking of decay, flew past. Wrecked vehicles were strewn haphazardly across the streets; some still emitted wisps of green smoke, while others were already peeling and rusting. Scattered on the ground were severed limbs, stained with dark brown blood, the torn ends looking as if they had been gnawed on by some creature.
When the feeling of weightlessness vanished, Chi Junluo opened her eyes to this desolate scene.
Immediately, a wave of dizziness washed over her. It felt as if something had been forcibly stuffed into her mind, causing a throbbing pain in her skull.
After the dizziness subsided, Chi Junluo realized that some basic information about this world had been implanted in her mind.
She hadn't expected the first world to be so intense—a zombie apocalypse. And in this first world, the body she possessed was that of a female zombie.
Chi Junluo: "…"
Heavenly Dao, why couldn't you have given me the identity of an ability user or something?
The Heavenly Dao spoke proudly in Chi Junluo's sea of consciousness. "Ability users are trash. I found you the body of this world's one and only Zombie King. Although the Zombie King evolves extremely quickly, its soul is too weak, making it perfect for possession. The Zombie King is incredibly powerful; no ability user will be your match. √"
"Most importantly, this world's source has collapsed. Its Heavenly Dao has no time to care whether the root cause of the world's destruction has been replaced by an outsider. Even if you do things that don't fit the Zombie King's persona, this world's Heavenly Dao can't do anything to you. In fact, it probably won't even notice. This world is basically a training ground for you. You'd better do a good job for This Deity and complete the mission of collecting the Power of the Heavenly Dao and contracting with the heroine's soul fragments! This Deity specifically sent you to this severely damaged world first!"
The more the Heavenly Dao spoke, the more pleased it became, striking a pose with its hands on its hips in Chi Junluo's mind.
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"Heavenly Dao, where is the Child of Destiny, your esteemed heroine?" Chi Junluo controlled her body, hopping in place a few times as she asked.
"Because the disaster in this world is so widespread, finding her might be a bit troublesome. However, This Deity can sense the general direction of the Power of the Heavenly Dao, so that can serve as a guide," the Heavenly Dao said, scratching its head in her mind, a hint of anxiety in its tone.
It knew that since this world had collapsed, it couldn't properly steal world information, which meant it had no way of knowing the heroine Yi Shuhan's specific location or identity. Everything had to rely on the faint guidance of the Power of the Heavenly Dao. This world was incredibly dangerous. If the heroine were to kick the bucket before they could save her, it would be too late for tears. It might actually go insane.
The Heavenly Dao could vaguely feel the pull of the Power of the Heavenly Dao coming from the east.
After informing Chi Junluo, she took control of the powerful corpse and began hopping rapidly toward the distant east.
A week later, near the demon city by the East Sea.
"Faster, faster, faster!" a coarse man yelled, gripping a thin iron rod. He repeatedly jabbed the rod into the ground, riddling the asphalt with small holes, a testament to his great strength.
"Did they not fucking feed you? Walking so slow! If the zombies surround us later, don't blame me for leaving you behind!" the man with the iron rod cursed.
"A bunch of ungrateful freeloaders. Do you think I feed you bread every day just so you can dawdle on these dangerous streets?" A group of five or six women in tattered clothes trudged slowly down the street. Their faces were pale and numb, their vacant eyes filled with a dead, ashen aura that didn't belong to the living. Their lips were chapped, clearly from a long time without water.
On their exposed necks and the skin visible beneath their threadbare clothes were purple and blue bruises. They dragged their heavy legs, their gait awkward and strange, as they walked one after another down the empty street.
The man with the iron rod walked behind this strange procession. He lightly tapped the last girl's buttocks with his rod and said in a strange, mocking tone, "The small base isn't far now. If you serve the base leader well tonight, there'll be plenty to eat and drink. And I'll finally be able to hold my head high in front of him!" As he spoke, his grip on the iron rod tightened, and a blue arc of electricity sparked from his palm, crawling up the rod.
Hearing the crackling sound of electricity, the women trembled in fear and immediately tried to quicken their pace.
Seeing this, the man with the iron rod let out a sinister chuckle and followed them.
They were already on the outskirts of the small base, where the surrounding zombies had been thoroughly cleared out. As long as the base didn't make any loud noises to attract them, it would be safe from zombies for at least a few days. The man's earlier words were just to scare the women.
Elsewhere, a young man who looked like a college student was leaning against an SUV. The car doors were shut tight, as if someone was locked inside.
The young man was handsome, with refined features, but right now, his handsome face was etched with anxiety and impatience.
After an unknown amount of time, just as the eerie, cold wind was making the young man question his life choices, a group of people staggered around a street corner not far away.
The young man tensed up at first, the hair on his arms standing on end. But after getting a clearer look, he relaxed. They weren't zombies; they were living people. It was always good to avoid a big fight.
The young man breathed a quiet sigh of relief.
From a distance, the man with the iron rod saw a car and a man standing at the base entrance. He frowned. Who was so bold as to block his path?!
Seeing the burly, iron-rod-wielding man approaching with a displeased look, the young man by the car quickly stood up straight and took a few steps forward to greet him. "You must be the second-in-command of the small base, Mr. Wang, correct? Hello, I'm Zhuang Cun."
Wang, the man with the iron rod, saw that the kid's attitude was reasonably polite, and his frown eased slightly. "Little brother," he said doubtfully, "if you don't have any business, don't block my way. I have important matters to attend to. I can't afford any delays."
Seeing the man's impatience, the young man, Zhuang Cun, revealed a mysterious and confident smile. "Mr. Wang, I sincerely wish to join your base. I hope you can put in a good word for me with the base leader. I'm a fire-type ability user. Also, I've prepared a rather nice gift for you."
Seeing that the man with the iron rod seemed willing to listen and hadn't tried to chase him away, the young man took a step back, opened the rear door of the car, and made a "please" gesture.
The man with the iron rod walked over suspiciously and peered inside the car. One look, and his eyes widened in astonishment.
A young woman lay quietly on the dark brown leather back seat of the SUV. Her black hair was slightly messy, fanned out behind her head. Even in a tracksuit, her slender and graceful figure was apparent. Her delicate hands were tied in front of her with a cloth strip, and another strip was tied tightly over her mouth. Even with the lower half of her face covered, it was clear she had a beautiful face.
Wang, the man with the iron rod, was stunned.
A glint appeared in his eyes. He laughed and patted the young man's shoulder. "Not bad, little brother. You know how the world works. A catch like this is hard to come by in the apocalypse. Don't worry, leave the matter of meeting the base leader to me!" After saying this, he patted his chest in a gesture of assurance.
Then, the man with the iron rod leaned halfway into the car, carefully lifted the young woman from the back seat, and led his group of ashen-faced women toward the base.
The young man shot a disgusted glance at the filthy-looking women, closed the car door, and followed closely behind the man with the iron rod into the base.
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