Don't Go, Idol

Chu Han's lips curved into a smile, his tone relaxed, "Less than seventy points, didn't make a profit, but didn't lose either."

He smiled faintly, hefted the axe in his hand, and turned to run towards the exit of Ange Town. Dealing with Xiao Yunfei and getting dozens of points made him feel good, and his steps unconsciously quickened.

The gas station behind him was still burning, vast areas engulfed in roaring flames. The fire shot high and spectacularly into the sky, and the rolling smoke above blackened the entire area. The crackling sound of burning continued, and the air was filled with the foul odor of scorched rotten flesh.

Zombies, with only half their bodies remaining, crawled out of the flames onto the roads on both sides. Some had half their faces caved in, others had their scalps burned down to the bone, but they still had the strength to crawl. They were still on fire but felt no pain, until the flames burned them into nothingness, turning them into ashes.

A large number of zombies rushing into the gas station and then detonating it was, in itself, a world-shattering event.

Many residents in the residential complex saw this scene. They all pressed against their windows, their faces filled with stunned disbelief. Although they couldn't see exactly what was happening, they clearly witnessed the massive explosion.

This was man-made. Someone was helping them!

"Are they coming to pick us up? Clearing out the zombies to take us away?"

"Someone's finally here! Hurry and help me!"

"Do you see the distress signal on my window? Look, look, I'm here! Here!"

"Help! There are elderly and children at home, please let us leave first!"

Since the outbreak of the apocalypse, they had been trapped here for many days without electricity, communication, or food. No one came to help them. Everything had reset, and survival felt like a return to primitive society, with a terrifying hell outside filled with danger.

Many of them had even seen their own loved ones turn into those monsters. Mothers ate their children, husbands ate their wives. Tragedies unfolded in countless homes, shattering people's psychological defenses.

Zombies' eating was an instinct. They didn't know satiety and would continue to eat, not even sparing the heads. Some zombies' bellies swelled to the size of a person, like giant inflated balls. If you split them open with an axe, a pile of unchewed chunks of human flesh would burst out.

Many people committed suicide, jumping from tall buildings, only to be swarmed and completely devoured by the zombie hordes below.

Fear confined most survivors to their homes. Many dared not go out to find food, enduring only hunger.

Now, with such a huge commotion outside, the survivors were excited. Some even hugged each other and cried, while others began packing their belongings, squatting by the windows with eager anticipation, impatiently waiting for rescue.

The habits of civilized society made them subconsciously believe that the country would send rescue, or at least that the military would appear to organize civilian evacuation. But the outcome was destined to disappoint them. The military was already struggling to cope, and establishing military bases in various locations so quickly was a miracle in itself.

On the rooftop balcony of Building Seven, the bald man and Shang were equally stunned. His gleaming bald head was now covered in a sheen of sweat. The ice in his beer glass had long since melted, and he hadn't even noticed. He continued to hold his homemade telescope, his eyes fixed on that area without blinking.

Suddenly, he let out a shout, his bulky body leaping up, "Holy crap! An idol!"

"So awesome! Special forces? Oh no no, a superhero! This speed, this reaction time, it's absolutely mind-blowing!" Saliva and spit flew from his swollen face like a rain shower, "He single-handedly lured and annihilated zombies in the fire! As impressive as a sci-fi movie, bursting with justice! Although I've left the clergy, I still believe in Buddhism, and I like people with a sense of justice. This person is definitely my idol!"

"Idol! Idol, don't go! The world is vast, take me out to see it! Holy crap, I'm so artistic!" The bald man, Shang, packed his things while holding his telescope and watching the distance. Chu Han was getting farther and farther away, almost becoming a small dot.

Inside the room, there was a constant clatter. By the time the bald man, Shang, came out with a large bag of miscellaneous items, Chu Han had long since disappeared. Shang wasn't in a hurry. He took out a GPS from his pocket and fiddled with it. He didn't know how he managed it, but this GPS actually worked.

He was very talkative, muttering to himself even when alone. The bag on his back also made quite a bit of noise. This series of somewhat chuunibyou actions was enough to attract many zombies, after all, Chu Han had only lured away a portion of them; many zombies still remained in the residential complex.

Roar—

Suddenly, a zombie rushed over from the side, its jaw making a terrifying clicking sound, wanting to bite Shang's swollen face!

The bald man didn't even look up, still studying the GPS. He casually reached into his pocket and took out something that resembled a pistol but operated on a completely different principle. He lightly touched it to the zombie's head at close range.

Sizzle—

A surge of electricity suddenly appeared. The zombie in front of him was instantly struck by lightning, its entire body blackened, its internal structure severely shrunken. The brain marrow inside was instantly incinerated, and then with a pop, it fell to the ground like a charred piece of charcoal.

The bald man's steps didn't even falter. His leisurely pace, as if he were out for a stroll, clearly indicated he had long anticipated the zombie's fate. He was in a good mood, striding forward boldly, shouting loudly as he walked.

"The closest military base to Ange Town is in Shi City. My idol is so amazing, he must have heard the broadcast. He's definitely going to Shi City! Hehehe, idol, wait for me, idol, here I come!"

The others in the residential complex weren't as fortunate as the bald man, Shang.

They hid behind the curtains, gripping the railings tightly with their hands, pressing their gaunt faces close to the windows.

Time didn't stop for them. The distant flames of the fire began to weaken. No one appeared. The broadcast they had hoped for didn't sound, and not even a single car showed up.

Nothing. It was as if the scene from before was just an empty dream.

At the exit of Ange Town.

Chu Han leaped into the G55 waiting for him by the roadside. Young Master Chen had already taken on the role of driver. Chu Han was the main force in their team, and if he had to do everything himself, he would be exhausted.

Besides, have you ever seen a leader who drives himself?

"You're back?" Shang Jiudi had recovered quite a bit, her complexion ruddy, and she seemed to have something to say.

"En!" Chu Han smiled and nodded. Suddenly, his eyes flashed because the Reforging System emitted a prompt that surprised him.

"Beep—"

"Loyalty of an unknown individual has reached 30%."

Unknown individual?

What's going on?

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