Duan Yuanyuan is Dead

Being bitten by a zombie felt like this.

Duan Yuanyuan felt like her entire body was being burned by fire.

The blood in her body seemed to turn into boiling magma, dissolving her internal organs in the high temperature.

The intense pain caused cold sweat to break out on her skin, and she was in unbearable agony.

She wanted to scream, to shout, but her throat felt as if it had been sliced open by a knife, only a searing pain with a hint of blood, and she couldn't utter a sound.

Was she dying?

But she didn't want to die.

How could she want to die? If she wanted to die, she would have done so in that apartment long ago, instead of enduring this humiliation until now.

Her not getting into the car with Jiang Zhaosu wasn't because she didn't want to live anymore.

It was just that she was clear about her own abilities.

To Qin Feng, she still had her looks and her body. But to Jiang Zhaosu and Qi Xing, she was completely useless.

They were willing to take her now, but who knew if, after some time, they wouldn't become another Qin Feng or Cao Yuan.

She actually had a pretty good impression of Jiang Zhaosu and Qi Xing, and she didn't want to ruin their image in her heart.

Moreover, she was truly tired of this kind of life.

Always being someone else's subordinate.

Carefully observing others' expressions, groveling to please them, begging for their pity to survive.

She no longer had the chance to become an Ability User, but Jiang Zhaosu showed her another kind of hope.

If possible, she wanted to become a Mutated Species like Jiang Zhaosu.

She didn't need to be very powerful, just enough to hunt like a beast and live by her own abilities.

Duan Yuanyuan, tormented by pain that felt like it came from Hell, fainted on the ground, her heart stopping.

When she opened her eyes again, her eyeballs had become cloudy and lifeless.

The residual warmth of her skin, when she was still human, rapidly dissipated. Duan Yuanyuan's body was quickly chilled by the night wind, becoming like a block of ice.

Her fair skin turned pale and bluish, with purplish-blue veins protruding, like bizarre patterns covering her body. Where they spread, horrifying flesh masses bulged. These strangely shaped masses gave her a strength she could never possess as a human.

Duan Yuanyuan could now even freely rotate her limbs in unnatural directions.

She awkwardly got up from the ground in an extremely contorted posture, tilting her head up to sniff the scent of humans in the air.

Blood, flesh...

She was very hungry; she needed blood and flesh to nourish her body.

Duan Yuanyuan had now lost her human consciousness, leaving only the most basic instincts of a zombie.

Yet, she felt stronger, freer, and more exhilarated than ever before.

"Hoo hoo..."

Upon smelling the scent of blood from the village, a terrifying roar came from her throat. Her body contorted grotesquely, and using her hands and feet, she sprinted at an extremely high speed towards the place emitting the scent of human blood and flesh.

"Jiaojiao, are you alright?"

Because he didn't know how many people there were, Pei Chixuan didn't rashly chase after Qi Xing and Jiang Zhaosu.

After dealing with the remaining zombies, he hurried to check on Cen Jiao's condition.

Fortunately, Cen Jiao was not injured, but she was terrified. She had been too rushed climbing into the car, and had twisted her foot, which was in high heels.

Pei Chixuan also got into the car, asking Cen Jiao to take out some liniment from her Space and apply it to her swollen foot.

He was holding Cen Jiao's fair, slender ankle, massaging the swollen part of her ankle, when Cen Jiao suddenly kicked him.

Still in a state of panic, constantly peering out the car window, Cen Jiao screamed loudly, "More zombies are coming!"

"It's that woman!"

Cen Jiao looked outside with shock, her voice trembling, "She's turned into a zombie too!"

Pei Chixuan also looked out the window.

It was indeed the woman who had been dressed provocatively earlier, the one who had lured them here.

Duan Yuanyuan was still wearing that skimpy slip dress, but she was no longer sexy, charming, and pitiful, waiting to be saved.

Her skin was pale and grayish, her body covered in constantly wriggling, strange flesh masses. Her limbs were twisted on the ground, and her lipstick-painted lips stretched all the way to her ears, revealing sharp, white fangs within. Her throat constantly emitted strange, terrifying sounds.

"She was bitten by a zombie and turned into a mutant."

Pei Chixuan said, looking at Duan Yuanyuan. The slight disdain he had previously felt for such a promiscuous woman had, like Cen Jiao's, vanished, replaced by the vigilance and hostility of someone sizing up an enemy.

Duan Yuanyuan first lunged towards Qin Feng and Cao Yuan, who were lying on the ground.

Although they were already charred black by the fire, their bodies were still fresh.

Duan Yuanyuan began to gnaw voraciously on the remains of Qin Feng's corpse.

This was once the man she had loved. Even though Qin Feng had done many excessive things to her afterward, a trace of emotion still lingered in her heart, making her unwilling to leave him.

So she was the first to swallow him whole.

From this moment on, Qin Feng's blood and flesh would merge with hers, and they would never be separated again.

Afterward, Duan Yuanyuan ate Cao Yuan.

She was still a bit disgusted with Cao Yuan, picking out only some of his heart meat, and then swallowing it whole along with his Crystal Core.

Inside the car, Cen Jiao and Pei Chixuan watched her, her mouth covered in blood. She dug out the man's heart with her sharp fingernails and ate it, tendons and all.

"So disgusting."

At such a bloody scene, Cen Jiao's face turned pale. After only a few seconds, she covered her mouth and frantically pulled over a trash can, vomiting into it.

Pei Chixuan's expression wasn't good either, his stomach churning, feeling nauseous.

After eating Qin Feng and Cao Yuan, Duan Yuanyuan was still not satisfied. She crawled towards them on all fours.

Like a leopard surveying its prey, the woman moved slowly, circling their car a few times before suddenly leaping onto the roof.

Despite her light and slender build, she stomped on the multi-ton military vehicle, making it shake violently.

Cen Jiao screamed again in fear, her beautiful Peach Blossom Eyes reddening, tears welling up.

Pei Chixuan hugged her, his face darkening. "It's okay," he said. "Just a Mutated Species. Husband will take care of it in two minutes."

With that, he told Cen Jiao to manifest a safe and hide inside.

He then kicked open the car door, a searing, fiery light igniting in his palm, and attacked the car roof.

A small, dark gray dot in her mind exploded.

Jiang Zhaosu, who had been sitting in the passenger seat, suddenly opened her eyes, leaning forward, her eyes wide.

Qi Xing, who was still driving, noticed her movement from the corner of his eye. He turned his head slightly and asked softly, "What's wrong?"

Jiang Zhaosu stared blankly at the unfamiliar road ahead.

"..."

Duan Yuanyuan was dead.

She could sense it.

Just like when she fought the Black Bears and the Mutated Giant Rats died.

Every time a Mutated Giant Rat died, a small black dot linked to her mind would explode and disappear.

The little dot linked to Duan Yuanyuan was gone.

She figured the woman had turned into a Mutated Species and gone back to find Pei Chixuan and Cen Jiao.

A foolish villain, jealous of the protagonist's beauty, strength, and Space, wanting to harm the protagonist and snatch everything from her, was easily dealt with by the protagonist, dying without even a whole corpse.

Jiang Zhaosu had read countless novels with such classic face-slapping plots.

In novels, these Cannon Fodder characters, who couldn't even survive three chapters, were often described in just a few sentences, their personalities shallow and one-dimensional.

Some didn't even have names, simply and crudely labeled as "a Murderer who enjoys torturing his own kind and betraying the organization" or "a Green Tea girl with minimal clothing."

So, when Jiang Zhaosu saw them die, she felt nothing. Sometimes, she would even curse them, "Ungrateful wretches, good riddance."

But when she actually transmigrated into the novel, these Cannon Fodder characters were no longer vague symbols in her eyes.

They became living people, with names, personalities, and thoughts, becoming friends she interacted with daily.

But when the protagonist arrived, the plot acted like a powerful vortex, crushing all their vivid characteristics and turning them back into thin symbols.

Duan Yuanyuan, who had been cheerfully picking out dresses and doing her hair the day before, died at the protagonist's hands this second, serving as a foil to the protagonist's touching love and formidable strength.

An indescribable ache welled up in Jiang Zhaosu's chest.

She hunched over, covering her eyes with her hands.

What should she do?

She didn't think she could continue to view these things from a bystander's perspective, calmly.