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墨書 Inktalez
Beside the rusty sign of the Research Institution, deep within the mall's underground entrance, it loomed like a silent eye, watching us amidst the chaos.
But at that moment, I had no time to pay it any mind.
Nor did I have time to deal with the more advanced Mutants.
“Dali! Run! Back to the camp!”
I shouted.
I grabbed Zhong Dali and sprinted in the direction we had come from.
Those new types of Mutants were powerful, but there weren't many of them.
Engaging them head-on would only drain our strength.
Moreover, after I had devoured that Green Mutant, the burning sensation within my body had yet to fully subside.
My abilities also needed time to digest.
Right now, the most important thing was not to fight.
It was to safely return to our dilapidated Temporary Camp with the hard-earned spoils we had gathered.
We raced through, dodging scattered Zombies and collapsing buildings.
Zhong Dali leveraged his background as a former Wrestler to his advantage.
He directly barreled through anything that stood in our way.
I occasionally used Energy Shockwave to clear out particularly troublesome foes.
To be precise, that surge of energy shot out uncontrollably on its own.
Once, the Energy Shockwave collided with an abandoned taxi.
That poor taxi instantly transformed into a twisted metal sculpture and bounced to the roadside with a loud "Duang."
I looked at the taxi I had accidentally damaged, feeling a pang of regret in my heart.
If this were in the past, how much would I have to pay for that!
But now, well, heh heh, it's the apocalypse—no need to pay!
Our journey had been so chaotic, like two fleeing groundhogs.
No, it should be one groundhog escaping with a wild bull.
Finally, we returned to the camp.
The camp was quite rudimentary.
It was just a circle made of abandoned buses and containers.
Inside, a few tents were set up.
In the middle, a fire was burning.
A few survivors saw us return, their eyes lighting up instantly.
Like hungry wolves spotting fresh meat.
"Old Wei! Dali! You're back! How did it go? Did you find anything?"
A man in tattered camouflage approached us.
His eyes were filled with eager anticipation.
I looked into his longing gaze.
Then I glanced at the pile of junk that Zhong Dali was holding.
And at the precious package of Compressed Biscuit tucked in my arms.
A complex emotion surged within me.
Fatigue washed over me like a tidal wave.
Yet the thrill of sharing the spoils acted like a shot of adrenaline, instantly pulling me out of the mire.
As soon as Zhong Dali entered the camp, he became the center of attention.
His sturdy frame and the bloodstains on him testified to the hardships he had faced on this journey.
Of course, what mattered more was the pile of junk he was carrying.
And the package of Compressed Biscuit I held close.
Everyone gathered around, chattering excitedly with questions.
"Dali, what did you find?"
"Did you come across anything useful?"
"I see you have food!"
When the last question was asked, all eyes turned to the package of Compressed Biscuit in my arms.
It was the Compressed Biscuit!
In this apocalypse, the Compressed Biscuit was more precious than gold!
It represented energy, it represented the hope of survival.
I felt the biscuit in my arms grow heavy.
It seemed to carry the gaze and desires of everyone around me.
I looked at Zhong Dali's honest smile.
He was completely oblivious to the fervent eyes of those around him.
He just kept grinning foolishly.
With his mouth open and drool pooling, he stared at that pack of Compressed Biscuit, his eyes filled with a primal craving for food.
He looked just like a rabbit that had spotted a carrot.
Meanwhile, behind his naive smile, I was calculating how to get a bigger share.
After all, he had only put in some effort.
But I, I had risked my life to devour the new type of Zombie.
I had also provided valuable technical support.
Even though the appearance of that Drop Tower Zombie and the Energy Shockwave were both unexpected and reactive.
But so what?
In this apocalyptic world, who isn't willing to go to any lengths to survive?
My "Gentleman Scoundrel" nature was laid bare in that moment.
I cleared my throat, ready to speak some platitudes like, "We did well this time; let's all work hard together."
Then I would propose a "fair" distribution plan.
For instance, I would take the lion's share while he took the smaller portion, and the others would get a little something on the side.
However, before I could utter a word,
Zhong Dali suddenly blurted out something astonishing.
"Hey bro, you can have this bag of cookies all to yourself!"
His voice was sincere and earnest.
"Wow! You saved me!"
He looked at me with gratitude in his eyes, as if I hadn't just been using him but had genuinely been protecting him.
I was taken aback.
My calculations, my schemes, my "Gentleman Scoundrel" persona crumbled into dust before Zhong Dali's simple and pure words.
I never expected this simpleton to be so "generous."
Or perhaps he had never even considered the idea of "sharing the spoils."
He only knew that I had saved him, so he was willing to give me what he considered the most precious thing.
The calculations in my heart suddenly felt somewhat shameful.
I felt like a carefully scheming thief who had been exposed in front of a fool.
But I still held my ground.
It was my instinct.
"How can that be? We fought hard to get this together!"
I tried to make my voice sound sincere, but even I found it awkward.
Zhong Dali scratched his head and smiled even more innocently.
"It's fine! I'm strong; next time I can grab more!"
Then, he directly picked up a pile of tattered clothes he had carried back with him.
Satisfied, he found a corner and began to "distribute" his share.
Those ragged clothes seemed to transform into priceless treasures in his hands.
He carefully folded each piece, wearing a smile of contentment on his face.
The scene was utterly absurd.
I couldn't help but laugh and cry at the same time as I watched him.
This is Zhong Dali.
A simpleton with a low IQ, yet so kind-hearted it leaves one speechless.
In his unique way, he transformed what could have been a tense distribution meeting into a chaotic farce.
In the end, I quietly tucked away that bag of Compressed Biscuits.
It felt heavy in my hand, while my heart was a mix of emotions.
I felt like a clown, yet also like a fool who had stumbled upon unexpected wealth.
But in this absurd moment, I found myself feeling a flicker of trust towards Zhong Dali for the first time.
Perhaps in this apocalyptic world, such pure kindness is rarer than any cunning or strength.
Just as I was about to secure the biscuits and contemplate my next survival plan, a sudden, urgent cry for help pierced through the air from a distance.
The sound shattered the camp's tranquility, slicing through the night like a sharp knife.
Everyone turned towards the source of the sound, their relaxed expressions instantly replaced by gravity.
A sense of foreboding coiled around my heart like a venomous snake.
The direction of the cries for help seemed to be... outside the camp!
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