I hacked through the chaotic world with my blade

Everything seemed ordinary.

Suddenly.

A cry of alarm was heard.

"Ah, senior brother, what's happening to him?"

Cui Xiaofei looked towards the corner, where a junior brother was curled up, his entire body seemed to come alive, muscles twitching like a writhing mass of flesh.

The other students were just as terrified, retreating at the sight before them.

Clearly overwhelmed by the situation.

"Not good, he's failed to evolve, a genetic mutation, heading towards a transformation." Cui Xiaofei immediately understood what was happening.

"Is there any chance of saving him?" someone asked.

Cui Xiaofei shook his head and said, "This is already irreversible. Once it heads in this direction, he will inevitably become a zombie creature, with no rational mind."

Everyone fell silent.

Clearly, no one expected something like this to happen.

Of course, they knew that fusing zombie genes was risky, but the pursuit of power led them to ignore such dangers. Now that someone had actually encountered a problem, they recalled their previous reckless actions and began to feel a sense of fear.

"Huff... Huff..."

A deep growl emanated from the failed fusion's mass of flesh.

Cui Xiaofei acted directly, eliminating the student who failed the fusion. No matter how the situation would have ended, he decided to eliminate them.

...

He City.

"Have you encountered anything recently?"

Lin Fan looked at Wang Zixuan, the zombie emperor in front of him. He hadn't touched the zombies in this city. They were all under Wang Zixuan's control. To grow in the apocalyptic world, Wang Zixuan certainly had skills.

"No, everything has been stable. It seems like the Creators are hiding. I've looked all over but haven't found any," Wang Zixuan replied, clearly exasperated, needing to clarify lest others think he was slacking off.

Lin Fan said, "The wisdom of the Creators is not low. Knowing that I am searching for them, it's wise for them to hide."

What can he do?

He can only search slowly.

The Creators are wise and know when to retreat. They had already moved away from the area centered around Huang City, fleeing decisively without daring to linger, understanding that staying any longer would be dangerous.

Zhao Yun stood watching from the side.

During this time, she felt particularly at ease. Wang Zixuan's gentleness enveloped her heart, and she naturally understood Wang Zixuan's intentions.

But all along, she couldn't convince herself to accept it. After all, he was a zombie, and she was human.

Maintaining the current situation was already quite good.

Everything was moving in a positive direction.

Wang Zixuan glanced at Zhao Yun, then continued, "Recently, I've arranged for zombies to go further afield. I believe there will be some results."

"It's fine, take your time. Some things can't be rushed," Lin Fan said.

Wang Zixuan nodded, casually wiping the viscous liquid from the corner of his mouth. Fortunately, he encountered someone approachable. If he had met someone with a bad temper, he might have been beaten to death.

At this moment.

Lin Fan's satellite phone rang.

The call was from an unknown number.

He answered it.

"Hello, this is Lin Fan," Lin Fan said.

There was a brief silence on the other end, only faint breathing could be heard. After a moment, an uncertain inquiry came through.

"Can... can you come to save me?"

From this simple question, one could hear the uncertainty and a sense of hope in the other person's voice.

"I can, I can save you. Tell me your location, and I will come to you soon," Lin Fan replied firmly.

Even if he hadn't confirmed whether the person met his requirements, he would respond with determination, letting the person feel the power in his words, giving the person unshakeable faith.

Soon after, he hung up the phone after knowing the location.

It was a bit far from He City.

"There are still people alive, right?" Wang Zixuan asked.

Lin Fan said, "Yes, as long as there is faith, one can survive. I won't say more; I need to get there, avoiding any potential changes if I delay."

After speaking, Lin Fan jumped up, turning into a blur and disappearing instantly. As he reached the distance, he accelerated, and a roaring sound echoed—resulting from reaching an extremely high speed.

...

In a wasteland.

Two figures appeared.

One was an adult, the other was a child, who looked about eleven or twelve years old.

Both appeared disheveled, especially the man, who looked very haggard, with chapped lips, rough skin, and dazed eyes.

They had been wandering outside, far from the clamor of the city, trying to survive in the vast wilderness. They might encounter zombies, but they definitely encountered very few.

If they truly did, they would lie low on the ground, waiting for the zombies to pass.

When hungry, they would search for food.

In some small roadside stores, there was food, though looted before, still some leftovers remained, just enough to curb their hunger. During their escape, they encountered danger, but thankfully, they managed to resolve it safely.

"Dad, will someone really come to save us?" the child asked uncertainly.

For someone his age to survive in such a world was truly remarkable.

"Yes, they will," the man replied, not knowing if help would actually come, but as a father, he had to ensure his son felt secure, bearing all the burdens himself.

As they walked through the wasteland, they saw a box with items inside, containing a satellite phone, a booklet, and a bottle of water, along with a bag of bread.

Upon seeing these items, his expression was one of excitement.

Clearly not expecting to encounter food.