[Strength]: 6200. (Transcendent)
[Stamina]: 5500. (Transcendent)
[Speed]: 4400. (Transcendent)
The points surged, and he could clearly feel the changes in his body—a comprehensive enhancement. There were many points, and after allocating all of them, there was an explosive increase.
He looked at his raised hand, clenched it into a fist, filled with power, feeling as if he could blow up twenty cows with one punch.
He understood even deeper, that he couldn’t just throw punches casually—the power it would generate could be terrifying.
After allocating the points, being Transcendent felt like a long-term state.
He didn’t chase after power as crazily as others did, always considering himself an ordinary citizen. It was enough to have some ability; there was no need to pursue too much.
Watching Mengmeng sleeping beside him, he covered her with a blanket. Children tend to roll around in their sleep. He lay on his side, quietly watching her, with a smile on his lips.
"Sweet baby, have a good sleep."
At night, it was peaceful outside, and occasionally, the roar of zombies could be heard, but soon, such noises faded away. He knew those were just zombies stumbling by, passing through the area.
Zombies may not be friendly, but they have a persistent spirit. Regardless of wind or rain, they truly roam everywhere, searching for food to gnaw on.
Going to bed early and waking up early is good for your health.
In the countryside, hundreds of kilometers away from Huang City.
A farmhouse villa, with the iron gate tightly closed, the interior pitch black.
Zhu Ming had long since returned to his hometown with his wife to reunite with his parents. On their way back, they encountered some troubles, but fortunately, they were unharmed.
But what made him realize even more was that helping strangers in the apocalypse was like opening a blind box; you never know whether it holds hope or a venomous snake.
In the apocalypse, human nature has truly been corrupted by darkness.
Seeing his parents alive and well, they wept for joy.
Living in the countryside has its benefits.
People in the countryside each have their little plots of land, and even if the family is wealthy, the older generation still doesn’t want to give it up. They think about planting some grains, not for selling, but because the elders believe their own crops are healthier. They withstand the scorching sun and toil, only to send the processed rice to their children.
For the children, seeing their parents toil , they often complain, saying rice is so cheap now, available in supermarkets, so why bother with such hard work. Isn’t it better to enjoy life comfortably?
But for the elders, whether it’s hard work or not doesn’t matter; they just want to provide well for their children.
Zhu Ming and his family huddled in a room. Outside, the sound of a car honking intermittently mixed with the roar of zombies, the noises densely packed and striking especially harsh against the quiet of the night.
"Shush, stay quiet," Zhu Ming whispered.
In the days since their return, all had been peaceful. The countryside, after all, is this way, especially after the policies of moving from rural to urban areas were implemented, many people had left.
Only a few families remained here; there wasn’t much danger, and it was even hard to spot a zombie.
He discovered that zombies might lack intelligence but have instincts. When there’s no disturbance around, they don’t stay put but roam around like the walking dead.
A loud bang came from something hitting the iron gate outside.
"Is there... anyone...,"
This was a speaking voice.
The voice sounded like that of a young child, very strange, the tone drawn out. The sudden noise whitened their faces with fright. In Zhu Ming’s view, this was definitely not normal; at least until now, he had never seen a zombie that could speak.
Zhu Ming motioned for his wife to stay silent. If they stayed quiet inside their house, there shouldn’t be any problem, but he kept thinking, could that sound really have been made by a zombie?
In his understanding, zombies were irrational creatures, always following their basic savage instinct, going berserk at the sight of humans. Now, suddenly encountering a talking zombie was not good news for Zhu Ming.
Of course, he didn’t confront zombies directly, nor would he have any face-to-face opportunities with them, but he felt that the situation with the zombies seemed to be evolving in an indescribable direction.
The voice outside continued, "Is there anyone..."
In the night, it was like the eerie, unsettling sound of a pale-faced old woman gently knocking on the door.
He must not panic, must not be flustered.
As the backbone of the family.
He must steady his fearful heart.
Lin Fan, along with the elders, stretched their limbs, exercising their bodies and breathing in the fresh air. The quality of life often depends on the degree of love one has for life.
Being an indoor person is not good.
It’s necessary to get up early and exercise. A specialist once said that those who like to go to bed late and enjoy sleeping in are, more or less, somewhat impotent.
Perhaps it’s because of the apocalypse.
Those living in Sunshine District had become accustomed to getting up early.
"Morning, Brother Lin," Nini, with her hair tied up and dressed in sportswear, looked neat and pretty, youthful and vibrant. Her cheerful appearance coming down from the upstairs was rare to see even amidst the apocalypse.
"Morning," Lin Fan smiled.
Nini also greeted a few elders and then came over to Lin Fan. "Brother Lin, shall we go for a run?"