I was a clone.
"Comrade Fang, be careful!"
The voice came through the radio. I had just been about to respond when a deep, cold voice suddenly came through.
"Benefactor Fang?"
Fang... Benefactor?
Hearing that form of address, I froze instinctively. At the same time, the figures of an old man and a child flashed through my mind.
"Hui... Huiru?"
"Benefactor Fang... It's been a long time. You're alive?"
"It really is you, Huiru?"
Staring blankly at the radio, I had to admit that if there was anyone in this apocalypse I felt guilty toward, it was probably that old man and child. Back then, I had clearly promised
them that I would return to Mount Tai three years later to bring the young monk back, but... for various reasons, I had ultimately missed the chance to go,
and had assumed that the young monk was already dead.
But now... he was actually still alive?
"It is indeed this humble monk. Benefactor Fang, this is no time for idle chatter. There are hundreds of thousands of walking corpses below. Please be careful."
"Mm."
I answered, and at the same time, something suddenly came to mind. I... didn't know how to bring it up.
"Huiru... Xingkong, he..."
"Master does not blame you. What happened back then cannot be explained in just a few words. Please be careful, Benefactor."
So that was how it was... That old man, sigh...
I couldn't help letting out a helpless sigh. Although my emotions were complicated, this wasn't the time to think about such things.
I stood up, casually set down the radio, and looked into the distance. The vehicle was parked steadily by the roadside. We could continue forward,
but only if we had absolute certainty of victory.
Hundreds of thousands of monsters as mindless