"What's so terrifying about that?"
"Is there anything more terrifying than having a bomb shoved up your butt?"
He casually pulled a can out from behind his butt. With a pop, Bear Dunce curled his lips and started eating on his own.
A lot of the time, he felt that Gao Tian and the others were always making a fuss over nothing, getting shocked by so-called truths at the drop of a hat.
Especially those people Team Leader Lin had mentioned—those who died because their understanding had collapsed, and those who went crazy researching this and that. They were all nutcases.
As far as he was concerned, there was only one truth in this world: eat, sleep, and kill zombies. Of course, it was best to get some action every now and then, too.
At the same time.
Under everyone's curious gazes, an awkward look appeared on Gao Tian's face.
"I don't remember."
"I didn't listen very attentively in class, either. The old man who taught us calculus was a little strange, too, so we weren't exactly willing to listen to his lectures."
Gao Tian gave a bitter smile.
"That old man was a little obsessive. I only vaguely remember a few things he liked to mutter."
"He was always talking to himself, saying things like, 'An error is an error. Reality can't be built upon errors,' or, 'Perhaps none of us exist at all.'"
Spreading his hands, Gao Tian looked at Lin An uneasily. He wasn't sure whether this would be of any help to Lin An.
"Error? Existence?"
Lin An furrowed his brow slightly and repeated the words subconsciously.
But the statement was too vague, and he couldn't think of anything useful.
"Is your teacher still alive?"
Lin An asked curiously. Before Doomsday, all these jumbled theories—even the