Unforgivable

Inside the house.

"Mom, is that uncle a little abnormal?" The little girl looked hungrily at the food on the table. It had been a long time since she had eaten fresh food, and her mother had not eaten for a long time either. She felt sad and did not want anything to happen to her mother.

Li Mei stared blankly at the food. After a moment, she said gently, "Maybe it isn't that uncle who is abnormal. Maybe it's us..."

She trailed off and ultimately said nothing.

Back home.

He began preparing lunch.

Today, he planned to make a hearty meal of gourds: pumpkin rice, winter melon soup, and stir-fried spinach.

He stayed busy until noon, and the house had long since been filled with fragrance.

It smelled wonderful, especially wonderful.

Because it was an old residential complex, it was not connected to natural gas and still used gas cylinders. This saved him a lot of trouble. If the natural gas supply were cut off, he would have no way to eat a hot meal.

One dish and one soup were enough for one person. Life was still as wonderful as ever.

At the dining table.

Lin Fan ate slowly and carefully, neither rushed nor impatient.

Outside in the world.

Some survivors struggled for that tiny shred of hope.

Some survivors hurt others to release the darkness in their hearts.

And some survivors hid in some corner, having fallen completely into despair.

But for Lin Fan, he was slowly savoring the food before him.

Before, he might have wasted a little.

But now, he did not waste anything—not even a single grain of rice.

Things that were once easy to obtain were not easily valued. Only in times of urgent need did one realize that what had once been within easy reach was now so distant and unattainable.

"Phew!"

"I'm so full."

After eating the last bite, Lin Fan leaned back in his chair, rubbed his round belly, and felt completely satisfied.

This life... was comfortable.

After lunch, he washed the dishes and chopsticks clean and put them back where they belonged.

He had always been working before and had never properly relaxed. Now, his wish had finally come true.

Lin Fan lay happily on the sofa. Once things quieted down, he felt as though his entire being had been sublimated.

The household supplies were still fairly adequate.

He went to the computer and wanted to see if there were any new posts. Unfortunately, there was not a single one. At a time like this, probably no one was willing to go online anymore.

"I wonder when the power and internet will go out."

No one could say exactly when they would stop operating.

Then he thought about it and realized that he did not seem to need to worry about electricity. Huang City used hydroelectric power stations. Even without staff, the entire power station could continue operating in automatic mode for several years.

Of course, without anyone managing it, the hydroelectric power station would definitely stop working eventually. Perhaps the intake would become blocked, or perhaps there would be some mechanical failure.

The weather outside was fairly nice. Should he go for a walk? Breathing some fresh air was not a bad idea either.

More importantly... Frostmourne.

What a handsome sword.

Carrying it on his back gave him a strange feeling, as if his entire person had somehow been elevated.

He opened the door and went downstairs.

The residential complex was very quiet, without the slightest movement. Aside from his footsteps, there was not even a single sound.

After leaving the complex, he stood at the entrance of a shop and looked at the corpse inside, falling into thought before coming back to himself.

He quietly walked along the roadside.

Whenever he passed a storefront, he stopped to look carefully. If he happened to meet an acquaintance, he could at least say hello.

Unfortunately, there was no one there.

At that moment, Lin Fan stopped.

A zombie was shambling forward ahead of him.

Without any disturbance, zombies would become quiet, swaying their heads as blank stupidity showed through their vacant expressions.

"I'll do my thing. It has nothing to do with them." Lin Fan smiled and paid the zombies no mind. I haven't provoked you. If you come provoke me, then that's your fault.

Immediately after.

Several more zombies wandered over, staggering about. At first glance, they spotted Lin Fan.

"Hi, hello." Lin Fan waved and offered a simple greeting.

Roar!

The shambling zombies suddenly came alive at the sight of Lin Fan. Their clumsy movements abruptly became nimble as they pumped their legs and charged at him madly.

They bared their fangs and claws, their faces hideous as thick black blood dripped from the corners of their mouths.

"Ah."

Lin Fan sighed and raised his hand, gripping the hilt of Frostmourne on his back.

"When peace is gone and riots endure forever, I will not hesitate to give you my strongest strike in self-defense."

Splat!

Sword light flashed, sweeping up a gust of sword wind.

Several corpses crashed to the ground, their heads all sent flying high into the air before spinning down to the ground.

With his current strength combined with a simulated divine weapon, he could no longer afford to hold back. Every strike was bound to be earthshaking. If he left an intact body behind, that would be his own failing.

"Huh! It looks like someone has been here."

After walking for a long time, he stopped. A corpse by the roadside caught his attention. It was a zombie, but its head appeared to have been struck by some heavy object, its forehead caved in.

At the same time, there were black tire marks by the roadside, clearly left by a sudden stop.

"There should still be people living nearby."

Lin Fan thought about it and felt it was very possible. After all, humans were the most creative. When facing hardship, they could unleash strength they had never possessed before.

So it was perfectly normal for there to be survivors in Huang City.

A 4S dealership.

Lin Fan stopped and stood outside the glass, looking at the brand-new car inside.

Its blue body and perfect lines were so stylish, so bright. It was a legendary car with a glorious record in the automotive world.

The Wuling Hongguang.

He had always hoped to own a car of his own.

He had liked this one in front of him for a long time. Although it only cost tens of thousands, with his own capabilities, he still could not afford it.

Other cars might be good, but to Lin Fan, none were better than a Wuling.

At the same time, its emblem had a great sense of design and looked very similar to the Corvette emblem.

Although the two cars were worlds apart in price, perhaps they were distant relatives if they could be designed so similarly.

If he could not afford a Corvette, playing with its distant relative was just as good.

He stood outside the window for a long time, touching the glass as though he were touching the car itself.

"Keep working hard. One day, I'll be able to have you."

"I, Lin Fan, will rely on my own abilities to own my first four-wheeled vehicle."

After looking for a while, he withdrew his gaze and continued forward.

Gradually, he saw many rotting corpses.

"Rest in peace."

There was not much he could do. His abilities were limited, and he only wanted to live an ordinary life. Society still existed, as did morality and order. No matter how dark the times became, one had to maintain reason and morality in one's heart.

If one lost reason and morality, one would become a terrifying beast and lose oneself completely.

Bang!

Suddenly.

A dull sound rang out.

Something bloody splashed onto his face. He looked up and touched it. It was warm and smelled fishy. It was blood.

He looked over and saw a corpse lying in front of him, covered in bruises that contrasted sharply with the intact skin elsewhere.

The corpse was female, with long hair draped over her shoulders and eyes wide open. Although her face was covered in blood, her features showed that she had been a beautiful woman in life.

She had died with her eyes open.

A voice came from above.

"Fuck, what bad luck. She actually jumped off the building. Stupid bitch." On the fifth floor, a man stood on the balcony with several scratch marks on his face.

Seeing the woman lying there without moving, he was very displeased.

A tool he had used for quite some time was gone just like that.

He had no idea when he would encounter such high-quality goods again.

The man had lived here for a long time. He had never expected there to be such high-quality merchandise in the same building. If he had not gone out looking for a way to survive, he might not have met her at all.

Before, he had only dared to look and not touch. But with the apocalypse here, he no longer merely dared to look. He also dared to do things that made him happy.

Lin Fan stared at the woman who had jumped, noticing that her eyes were fixed on him. Though they no longer held any life, the anger in that gaze struck directly at his heart.

"I should do something."

He spoke softly.

From her eyes, he seemed to see despair, anger, helplessness, and more. Perhaps she had suffered something unimaginable.

Her wrists and ankles looked as if they had been bound by something.

"Hey, who the hell are you?" The man had been about to go back inside when he saw Lin Fan standing downstairs, and he could not help but feel shocked.

There was actually someone who dared to come outside.

Could it be that there were no zombies below?

If that were true, then perhaps he could go out again to find lone women and unleash all the fantasies he had accumulated over the decades.

"Why did you do something like this?" Lin Fan looked up, somewhat angry.

He rarely argued with people in ordinary times.

The reason he had this mindset was because, during his nine years of compulsory education, he had studied an article.

Zengguang Xianwen

A Daoist primer for children compiled by a great scholar.

The wisdom of the ancients could not be underestimated.

They saw life very clearly.

Respecting gentlemen reveals virtue; fearing petty people is not weakness. Take one step back and the sky becomes vast; yield three parts and the heart becomes calm. If you seek progress, think first of retreat; before taking hold, consider letting go. When successful, do not press your advantage too far; in all matters, leave room to spare.

This was one passage from the full text.

To put it plainly.

Endure for a moment and the winds and waves will calm; take a step back and the sea and sky will stretch wide.

But he could not simply pretend not to see what was happening before him.

"Who the fuck are you? Whoever I want to play with is none of your damn business. Get the fuck out of here right now. What fucking bad luck." The man had a rough voice and a rough appearance: a big round face, stubble on his chin. At a glance, he did not look like a good person.

"You will pay for what you did." Lin Fan crouched down, gently picked up the woman, and walked toward the residential complex.

The man stood on the balcony. Once Lin Fan was out of sight, he cursed under his breath.

"What a fucking idiot. Carrying off the corpse—does he want to take it home and fuck it? What a waste, though. A corpse that won't struggle isn't even as good as an inflatable one."

Then the man grabbed his crotch and returned to the living room. He lay down on the sofa, cracked open a can of beer, and gulped it down.

There would be nothing to play with for the next few days.

Fine. He would rest properly during this time.

Once some time passed, if he got lucky and found some good merchandise, he would tie her up and bring her back.

At that thought, his face flushed as excitement rose within him.

"The fifth floor."

Lin Fan arrived at the stairwell and looked up. It was quiet. Perhaps there were no zombies, but he was not afraid of zombies at all.

What he hated were people who were clearly human and did not have mental problems, yet did things that made others furious.

Unforgivable.

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