Xiao Fan let the Lin sisters stay in the hotel while he went out to check on the status of supplies collection.
In the heavy truck's carriage, about one-fifth of the space had already been occupied by supplies, mainly food.
There was not only staple food, but also quite a lot of things like eggs, sausages, cured meat etc., and even a small amount of vegetables and fruits.
Vegetables and fruits were very hard to find now. It had been almost a week since the apocalypse began and many vegetables and fruits had already rotten. The ones they found were the only remaining edible ones.
Xiao Fan pondered to himself that perhaps he should find a generator and connect it to freezers and the like to better preserve the food.
"Commander, the surrounding hotels have collected most of their supplies. With this food we can last two months."
"Good. Leave some space for fuel."
Xiao Fan left the Lynx vehicle parked there and took his men from the hotel to the gas station.
Soon, Xiao Fan met up with Xu Qiang.
"Commander, look."
Xiao Fan climbed onto the abandoned vehicle flow and looked at the zombie horde about 40 meters away downwind.
They couldn't smell the humans' scent from here so the zombies didn't notice their existence. Xiao Fan could safely observe them.
At this distance he could see things his naked eyes couldn't through the radar screen.
Soon Xiao Fan noticed something strange.
He realized the zombie dots on the radar were different colors.
Most zombies showed up as light red dots.
What was strange was that at the center of this horde there were two darker red dots.
"The crater is at the center right?"
"Yes commander. The zombies are standing around the crater edge but haven't entered it. From this angle I can't see what's inside."
Xiao Fan stroked his chin. "There are stronger zombies inside the crater."
Xiao Fan thought of the large zombie he met at the hospital and the female zombie on the beach. He was now quite sure zombies could evolve.
But how did they evolve? What would they evolve into? He had no idea and had to find out.
His gaze turned back to the gas station as he spotted something he wanted - the armored truck.
The truck was parked near the gas station's tanks with its doors wide open. The crew were nowhere to be seen, having likely joined the zombie horde.
He turned to Xu Qiang. "Are you skilled at lock picking?"
"Yes commander. It's a basic scout skill but armored truck combination locks are tricky. I can crack the code but we need the special key. Without it we'd have to use explosives or a power saw."
Lacking either explosive or saw, Xiao Fan looked back at the zombie horde.
"The truck crew should have been wearing helmets and bulletproof vests. The key should be on one of their bodies if we can find them in the horde."
"From ground level it'd be hard. We should get elevation to snipe them and scout more easily."
Xiao Fan considered the gas station roof about 7 meters up before abandoning the idea.
That left heading upstairs indoors.
With the horde 20 some meters away they could sprint up if fast enough.
"Bring the Lynx around back out of sight and park. Get a bus or container truck to barricade the doors once we're inside. We'll defend the second floor."
"Yes commander!"
Xu Qiang parked the Lynx then found a bus.
"Everyone gather!"
The soldiers assembled around Xiao Fan.
"Full ammo?"
"Checked supplies at noon commander, all full."
Xiao Fan did a quick count. Seven privates with 360 bullets each for the four 1-stars, 90 each for the three no-stars.
Xu Qiang had 60 bullets between rifle and pistol. 60 more including Xiao Fan's 6 bullets meant barely over 500 total.
The Lynx machine gun had 1,000 but spraying inaccurate fire would be lucky to drop 300 zombies.
With over 1,000 zombies their ammo was clearly insufficient.
Upgrading could significantly improve their firepower though.
The truck might have gold bars and fuel to loot but wiping out this horde could net a small fortune in jewelry from the nearly 50% female zombie portion alone.
Xiao Fan gave his orders.
"Charge on my signal. Xu Qiang, park the Lynx out back. The rest barricade us inside with the bus. Fight defensive on the 2nd floor. Priority shoot any zombies in helmets and body armor - those should have the keys. Understood?"
"Yes commander!"
Xiao Fan checked his watch. 4:30 PM.
"Let's end this by 7. Move out!"
The Lynx roared to life and wove through the abandoned vehicles straight toward the gas station.
The sudden noise stirred the horde. Blood red eyes turned upward from around the crater rim like ghosts emerged from hell!

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!

't think I'm that capable, I'm just trying my best to stay alive. I've been kind all my life, never did anything bad, yet worldly suffering spared me not one bit. The human world is a nice place, but I won't come back in my next life. A kind young man, who wanted to just get by singing, but through repeated deceits and betrayals, has gone down an irredeemable path.

e, Immortal Body, Transmigration, System, Progression Fantasy, Academy Setting, Third-Person Perspective. Alternate Title: Transmigrating into a High Martial World and Reading Live Comments. Bad news: I transmigrated. This is a terrifying high-martial world, and my original, pathetically weak body fell into a coma and never woke up. Good news: I got a Popularity Points system upon arrival. I can see live comments and even create an unkillable alternate identity. Starting out, the alternate identity has all stats at 1. The system tells me that to grow stronger, I must participate in the plot, gain popularity points to allocate stats and grow stronger, and ultimately awaken my original body. And so, carrying my original body on my back, I officially entered Huaqing Academy, where the story's protagonist resides. From that moment on, Chen Guan kicked the original plot to pieces. Live Comments: [Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin guy creepy? He can summon indescribable grey misty hands.] [Is this guy a hero or a villain? What kind of onion became a spirit?] [By the way, does anyone know who's in the coffin? Shouldn't the debt for saving his life be repaid by now?] [According to unofficial histories, the person in the coffin was Chen Guan's first love. Their love was once passionate and earth-shattering, but they were separated by life and death due to worldly circumstances. What a star-crossed pair.] ... Years later, the world knew of a demon god born from a coffin, shrouded in grey mist, impossible to gaze upon directly. His foremost divine emissary often wielded a scythe, reaping lives like the god of death. As war approached, facing former friends and a boundless sea of enemies, Chen Guan merely raised his scythe. "Would you like to dance as well?"

transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”