A Smile for You Every Day

The desolate street.

Because of Lin Fan's presence, the atmosphere felt a little different than usual; if one sensed it with their heart, it was the light of righteousness.

"Doing good deeds really makes it easy to feel satisfied."

Lin Fan smiled.

He knew that in the Apocalypse Nirvana, many people had undergone earth-shattering changes and become terrifying, but no matter how terrifying they became, he was fearless.

When facing evil, only by confronting it bravely could one overcome it; even if one were to be hurt in the process, there would be no complaints or regrets.

He was willing to become the nemesis of evil.

To let evil know that if they hurt others, they would certainly face the severe punishment of the law.

Traffic lights, red light.

Waiting quietly.

The green light turned on, and he walked away with a light step.

Passing by a cake shop.

He looked at the second floor where the curtains were drawn, truly sensing that someone was there. As he passed, he felt from afar that someone was peeking at him, but he did not make a sound, nor did he disturb the other party.

In the apocalypse, everyone's emotions were tense. He could understand the other person's current state of mind; they likely harbored a distrust of survivors, believing that people would only hurt one another.

Just like when the apocalypse first broke out, he had stood upstairs, watching the actions of the crowds below; even the closest of friends had become tools for survival in that moment.

He sniffed, able to smell the fragrance of cake.

Hmm, it seemed the other party had plenty to eat and drink, so they should be fine.

Su Xiaoxiao peeked through a corner of the curtain again, only to find that the person had vanished once more, and she felt deeply anxious.

"Why is he able to walk down the street so openly and be completely fine? And where did the zombies that came running when they heard me knock things over go?"

She fell into deep self-doubt.

It was impossible, and it wasn't scientific either.

Even so, she wouldn't dare to try anything rashly. Being alive was the best thing; now that she was staying in the cake shop, she had food and drink, and wouldn't starve to death for the time being.

The society outside was too dangerous.

How she wished that a group of well-trained soldiers, armed with various weapons, would shuttle through the streets, sweeping away those terrifying zombies and rescuing her from the sea of fire. Perhaps such a scene of someone descending from the heavens could only ever appear in her fantasies.

Suddenly.

Su Xiaoxiao, who had pulled back the curtain to look outside through the window, suddenly discovered a head appearing outside the glass.

"Ah..."

Su Xiaoxiao was so frightened she almost screamed, hurriedly covering her mouth. Like a startled kitten, she searched around in a panic.

She picked up a glass bottle, but that didn't seem right.

She continued rummaging, hoisting up a chair, but that didn't seem right either.

She kept searching until she finally found a fruit knife. She gripped the handle nervously, pointing it at Lin Fan outside the window, as if to say, "If you have the guts, come in and try it. Even if I can't stab you, I can stab myself, so you won't get to play with a warm body."

Seeing this situation, Lin Fan felt that the other party seemed to have some issues.

He smiled.

He waved his hand.

He vanished from the window, landed on the ground, and headed toward the residential complex.

He felt that this survivor must have been scared silly by the apocalypse. He didn't want to push any further and frighten her; regardless, she needed enough time to buffer.

Hmm... he had decided.

Every day, he would come to her window, smile at her once, and use kindness to influence her, letting her understand that he had no malicious intent and there was no need to be so afraid.

Su Xiaoxiao quietly looked into the distance, watching that back view walk further and further away until it gradually disappeared at the end of the road.

"I've been discovered."

"What should I do? I definitely can't run away. He'll surely notify other survivors; I absolutely cannot let them catch me."

Thinking of this.

She hurriedly opened her laptop, which contained many apocalyptic novels she had downloaded. They were basically "Big Heroine" stories. When she read them before, she only felt that such situations could never happen.

But now...

She opened an apocalyptic novel titled Apocalypse Nirvana, in which the heroine was a reincarnator who possessed foresight and was well-prepared, facing the post-apocalyptic situation with ease.

According to the plot, the protagonist was beautiful, attracting the peeking eyes of many men. She saved many tortured women, formed a team, and taught them how to survive in the apocalypse.

The plot was very satisfying, killing from start to finish—not only zombies but also men. The final ending was a world without zombies and without men, only women.

Therefore, she, who only knew how to bake cakes, frantically learned survival knowledge from these novels, specifically how to act when encountering the lecherous gaze of men.

One theory among them was to smear zombie blood on one's face, which might help avoid detection by zombies. However, this method was only described in novels, and she didn't dare to try it out randomly to see if it was true or false.

Shanshui Manor.

An SUV covered in blood sped up and arrived in front of a villa. After a brief wait, the iron gates opened, and the vehicle drove inside.

In the main hall.

"Big Brother, something went wrong."

The driver ran in, his face filled with panic. He had to appear terrified; his boss was already quite deranged, harboring a vague desire to become a warlord like the despots of old, ruling over a territory as a king.

The thugs inside the room were deeply puzzled. Five people had gone out in total; why was he the only one to return?

A moment of thought followed.

Could something have happened?

They were quite fearful of those zombies. To be honest, even they wouldn't dare claim they could emerge unscathed from a head-on confrontation with a healthy zombie.

When those zombies caught sight of flesh and blood, they would often break into a sprint. Their running speed was incredibly fast, completely ignoring any weapons, and the impact force generated the moment they collided was truly terrifying.

"What happened?" A burly man sat domineeringly on a leather sofa. A scar across his face fully accentuated his imposing aura, exerting a powerful sense of oppression on everyone present.

The origin of that scar was quite legendary.

During a dispute over territory, two gang leaders were negotiating.

He had pulled out two knives, handed one to his opponent, and stated bluntly that they would hack at each other, neither was allowed to dodge, and whoever didn't die would claim the territory.

Just as they were swinging, the opponent lost his nerve and backed down, because the blade had been aimed at his neck, yet he hadn't flinched or even blinked. In the end, the opponent retreated, but not before slashing a blade across his face.

From that day on, his reputation echoed throughout Huang City.

He was known as: Mad Wolf Wang Dafu.

"Big Brother, we reached the police station, but we didn't expect to run into another group of survivors. They were hiding in the shadows, secretly watching our movements. Just as we found the firearms in the station, those bastards lured the zombies over..."

"I told them to get in the car quickly, but there were simply too many zombies; they blocked their path, and in the end, I had no choice but to drive away."

The driver spoke hurriedly. He certainly couldn't admit that the other party was just one damn person, that they had treated the other guy like an idiot, only for the other guy to treat them like weaklings.

He had been so scared that he hadn't waited for them to board the vehicle at all. Upon seeing the flood of zombies, he had slammed his foot on the gas pedal. Forget about teammates; running away to save his own life was what mattered most.

Wang Dafu narrowed his eyes, his gaze fixed directly on him.

The driver felt nervous under his boss's stare. That gaze, like that of a starving wolf, was truly terrifying. He had seen with his own eyes the boss split dozens of bricks with his bare hands and snap a cobblestone in half with a single slap; the man had real skills.

"Then why didn't you die there?" Wang Dafu's voice was low. He felt no anger over the loss of his subordinates; he cared more about the firearms. As long as he had those, he would possess absolute deterrent power.

Don't let his success in Huang City fool you; he had never dared to touch firearms. That stuff was too dangerous. Once the government set its sights on you, it didn't matter who your backers were—you had to kneel.

"Big Brother, I still wanted to drive for you," the driver said pitifully.

Clatter!

Wang Dafu stood up without a word. There were other teams in Huang City, and the fact that they were also thinking of getting guns from the police station meant they were capable, ruthless characters. If they obtained the firearms, his side would lose its advantage.

The apocalypse hadn't been happening for very long.

He had always intended to clear out the entire villa district, use it as his base, and then continuously expand outward.

It was just that those zombies were a bit too terrifying.

He hadn't been able to deal with them easily.

"You damn bastard, you cost me four of my best men, and you're the only piece of trash to come running back."

He waved his hand.

The surrounding thugs understood the gesture and walked toward the driver. They knew that the boss meant for them to give him a brutal beating. Surviving was a skill; if he couldn't take the beating, that was just bad luck.

The driver let out a sigh of relief.

Good, that's good.

He was used to being beaten, and he was tough; he would definitely be able to endure it.

It seemed the boss believed the story he had just made up, understanding that he had no choice but to run back. If he had actually admitted that the mission failed because of one single person, wouldn't the boss have skinned him alive?