Two weeks later, inside the church.
Zhang Meng's gaze was heavy, and the atmosphere was oppressive.
Everyone remained silent.
He had just learned the news.
Li Cang had led four other survivors into the Mist Zone, hoping to awaken their powers.
But the apocalypse was cruel. Only two people had successfully awakened.
The other two had fallen forever within the mist.
Zhang Meng stood to one side, feeling that something was off.
There was a trace of confusion in his eyes. He had lost his previous memories.
If he still remembered, he should have understood that all of this had been deliberate on Li Cang's part.
Although he did not remember, he had a feeling that awakening was something very ordinary, very simple.
After all, he could tell from the injuries on his own body.
There were barely any wounds on him.
Li Cang said calmly, "Three awakened out of five. That's not a bad rate."
"Yeah, that's a full 60% chance. Next time, I want to awaken too." Another short Black man spoke up.
Li Cang nodded at him. "Wu Gang, good. There'll be a spot for you next time."
"Thank you, boss." Wu Gang hurriedly nodded.
The others began laughing as well. "Yeah, only two people died. That's very few. Back then, only ten people survived in our whole neighborhood."
"There were over a thousand people at my school, and only five survived."
The crowd quickly dispelled the gloom of death, and later that evening, they held another banquet.
The three of them displayed their new powers together.
Their strength, agility, endurance, and eyesight had all improved across the board.
Their marksmanship had improved as well.
Their natural resistance had grown stronger too. They could even withstand bullets hitting their bodies.
It could be said that once someone