The cafeteria in the surgical building covered an area of about three hundred square meters, which was relatively large.
The cafeteria had a lobby and two private rooms. The private rooms were rather luxuriously decorated. They were originally used by the hospital leaders to entertain guests, but now they had changed owners.
The door of the cafeteria had been locked shut, with a pile of miscellaneous items stacked at the door to seal it tightly shut. The windows were all curtained, and even padded with quilts to block any sound from coming out.
It was summer now, and the weather was already scorching hot. With the cafeteria sealed up like this, the interior felt like a steamer.
The two private rooms were fine since they had air conditioning. Although there was also an air conditioner in the lobby, it was clearly not enough to handle such sweltering heat.
Not just anyone could enter the private rooms. They used to be for leaders, and now they were used by two medical staff.
Zhou Meng was the head chef at the hospital cafeteria. Before becoming a chef, he had also managed the hospital morgue.
Zhao Xin was part of the 120 emergency response team responsible for carrying stretchers.
These two could only be considered lower-level hospital staff doing grunt work that few people wanted to do. The people who did this kind of work were generally less educated and less capable.
However, doing this kind of work also required certain qualifications. One was good physical strength, and the other was ruthlessness!
Without some courage, one wouldn't dare face those corpses every day or go back and forth carrying them.
Zhou Meng was a middle-aged man with a full beard and sturdy build, his face covered in flesh. Although now he was just a chef, he had actually studied forensic medicine before and dissected corpses.
However, he had a problem with drinking too much. He often made mistakes after drinking, and after several botched dissections, he simply switched careers and started running the hospital cafeteria.
Zhao Xin had previously been Zhou Meng's apprentice. The two had a good relationship, and Zhao Xin deeply respected Zhou Meng's personality and courage, always looking up to him.
On the day the biochemical outbreak happened, the two of them were having breakfast in the hospital cafeteria.
The sky was gloomily overcast that day when suddenly massive fireballs began falling from the sky - meteors passing through the cloud cover.
People were scared witless at the time, because the meteors seemed endless, crashing into buildings and instantly collapsing them.
Crashing into the ground, they left huge craters.
Amidst the continuous tremors, everyone was on the verge of collapse. Even those who had been at home didn't dare stay home anymore and rushed out into the streets.
Even greater disaster followed. After the meteor shower, a strong sulfur smell permeated the air, and many people fainted shortly after.
Before the fainted could even be sent to the hospital, they had already mutated into zombies and began attacking any living thing they could see.
The apocalypse had arrived. Even those in the hospital cafeteria could not avoid it. Several people successively mutated.
At that time, Zhou Meng made a decision - not to run outside, because there were even more people out there.
Even if others had weapons, few had the courage to face zombies, but the two of them were unafraid.
They frequently dealt with corpses in their daily work and didn't find them particularly frightening. What's more, this was clearly a time of desperation.
More importantly, Zhou Meng had a dog!
It was a Tibetan mastiff that, after people mutated into zombies, also seemed to have changed.
Its bones grew larger and its weight increased noticeably. Its eyes turned red, making it look exceptionally ferocious.
Yet when Zhou Meng and Zhao Xin, imitating zombie-fighting methods from movies, took cleavers and fire axes to the zombies' heads while utilizing the terrain, this Tibetan mastiff also moved.
Baring its bloody fangs, it attacked the zombies' necks, killing them even faster than Zhou Meng and Zhao Xin combined!
With this dog's help, Zhou Meng and Zhao Xin smoothly cleared all the zombies from the cafeteria.
After occupying the cafeteria, they had everyone obey their commands and wait there for rescue.
Yet after waiting three days, the imagined rescue never arrived. Instead, the world grew increasingly hopeless.
Over those days, they witnessed many people die and get eaten. They also saw some who had gone mad with fear before dying.
All who could not adapt to this apocalypse died. Those remaining could only cling wretchedly to life.
Cell phones had no signals, calls couldn't get through, and some areas even began losing electricity. The entire world had completely collapsed.
But Zhou Meng and Zhao Xin were not afraid - on the contrary, they grew increasingly excited.
Because this situation meant no one could restrain them anymore.
There were several young nurses from the hospital eating in this cafeteria. These girls were all in the bloom of youth, as beautiful as flowers. Usually they could only feast their eyes, but now these girls had no choice but to rely on them to survive.
The reason was simple: they were the strongest in terms of fighting ability here.
Previously there had been 15 people in the cafeteria besides them - 10 women and 5 men.
Of the men, three were patients' family members, one was a doctor, and one a hospital manager.
But now, besides them there were only 13 people left - 9 women and 4 men.
Yesterday afternoon, the hospital manager had actually still tried to throw his weight around in front of them, demanding one of the private rooms, with a head nurse backing him.
As soon as Zhou Meng saw they wouldn't compromise, he flew into a rage and made no more pretense - he directly ordered Black Wolf, his Tibetan mastiff, to attack, mauling the two to death!
Seeing the two torn to shreds in Black Wolf's jaws, everyone else shut up like clams.
Zhou Meng's fierce gaze swept over them, and he spoke.
"Let me advise you again not to harbor any unrealistic fantasies. Three days have passed and there's clearly no rescue coming. Cell phones have no signals, TV stations have stopped broadcasting. There was scattered news the first day, but the last two days, the whole world is dead, fucking dead, you hear me?"
No one around him dared to speak. Zhou Meng's face twisted savagely.
"You know Resident Evil, right? This is it. The whole world is done for. Now whoever's fists are bigger, whoever can provide food, they're the boss. Those without these abilities can only play the grandson!"
"You saw what happened to those people just now. Anyone who disobeys, that'll be your outcome in the future!"
At his side, Zhao Xin brandished a knife, while Zhou Meng held up a fire axe. Their gaze swept over the crowd, but no one dared to resist at all.
That night, Zhou Meng and Zhao Xin ate meat and drank wine, warm and well-fed, their thoughts turned to lust as they plotted which beauty to go after tomorrow.
But suddenly, around dawn, gunshots rang out from the direction of the inpatient building!
Hearing the gunshots, Zhou Meng and the other survivors alike all opened their eyes wide.
Gunshots!
Could it be police or troops who had come?
s + Rent Collection Wealth】 At the start, he inherited a rundown house in the urban village from his grandfather. The house had no tenants, but the moment he was diagnosed with a terminal illness, a self-proclaimed empress from the Tianxuan Continent arrived as his first tenant. Ye Chuan soon discovered that with every new tenant moving in, not only did he receive massive daily payments, but he also obtained unique items related to their backgrounds. 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Tiger Strength Pill—dramatically enhances physical power!】 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Deer Blood Pill—significantly boosts vitality!】 …… From that day on, all sorts of bizarre tenants began appearing in the house: the empress from Tianxuan Continent, an apocalyptic sorceress from the Magic Realm, a mysterious scientific girl who fell through a spacetime rift… Every single day, he received strange, powerful items and endless money. Then one day, he suddenly realized—he had become invincible. Enough, enough! Stop giving me more!
rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!
he colors of other people’s emotions. Light red meant anxiety. Gray meant exhaustion. Orange meant excitement. Yellow... meant repression. At the same time, he could gain unlimited control over one of those colors. Pale cyan: relaxation. Using this ability, he started offering “two-yuan hugs,” spending an afternoon exchanging emotional-color experiences with others. Then came his final female customer of the day— a girl whose emotional color was pure black... —— A week later, Xu Chuan had become skilled at using pale cyan—Relaxation—treating it like a bottle of menthol balm whenever he needed it. That was when he discovered he had unlocked another unlimited emotional color: Purple, the color of fear. So these emotional colors refresh every week? Fine, I take it back—I’ll never call you useless again... —— Much later, after Xu Chuan had accumulated countless emotional abilities, one night, he suddenly found himself inside someone else’s dream. There, he could use the emotional colors he possessed to paint. And in her dream, he painted her a shower of pink shooting stars, spreading across the depths of the night sky...
nd fell into a coma while saving his younger sister from an out-of-control car. He became a vegetable. No one knew that his consciousness had crossed into a world of cultivation. Over the course of sixty years, he began as the lowest kind of mine slave, struggling to survive amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood. By sheer chance, he eventually obtained the complete memories of a fallen Immortal King. Alchemy, medicine, formations, feng shui, physiognomy, artifact forging… Every great inheritance of the cultivation world was now his. But when he opened his eyes again, he discovered that ten full years had passed in the modern world. To pay for his treatment, his father had sold the family’s shop and house, leaving himself covered in lasting injuries and illness. His mother had cared for him day and night, and more than half of her hair had already turned white. His younger sister, who had been only fifteen back then, was now twenty-five. To help repay the family’s debts, she had been forced to lower her head and put on a smiling face in places of glittering lights and endless revelry. Only then did Chen Xuan understand that what he had lost was not merely ten years. He had lost the life his entire family was meant to have. The good news was that he had brought back the memories of an Immortal King’s entire lifetime. The bad news was that his soul had returned alone—his cultivation had not come with him. Spiritual energy was scarce, resources were depleted, and the modern world still had firearms, surveillance, capital, and laws. If he wanted to protect his family, break free from everyone’s control, and become truly invincible beneath the heavens, he would have to start all over again.
