Chapter 8: Why Hit My Zombies?

*If I were stronger in the beginning, even stronger, strong enough to compare to gods with a mortal body, could the Empire have continued? Could the legion have been destroyed by the Calamity? *

The silver-haired girl's blue-pink eyes seem to reflect that terrible, cruel, and desperate war.

In the face of the true Calamity, the resistance of conventional cosmic civilizations with all their might is so futile and powerless.

The conceptual gods were annihilated, and the divided vassal groups lost control completely.

Whether it was organic matter or inorganic matter, even if it was a piece of scrap iron, a piece of earth and stone, a grain of sand, or a drop of water, they were all distorted and twisted by the Calamity bathing in the glory of the Evil God, becoming a hotbed for the Calamity's endless splitting and replication.

In just a few hundred years, it swept through two-thirds of the explored universe. The number of civilizations that perished is countless, and the number of lives that died is incalculable.

From the moment she received her "number," her short life was full of blood and war, fighting on the front line of resisting the Calamity, shouting the slogan "For the Empire."

The comrades were gone, the legion was gone, the Empire was gone, and life therefore lost its meaning.

The appearance of "Evolution Paradise" perhaps brought a new turning point.

Meng Yi's sentence "Weakness is the original sin" brought new vitality to this "weapon" that was on the verge of being scrapped.

"Officer, I... can I follow you?"

"Although I am very weak, I will work hard!"

Officer?

An extremely strange form of address, making Meng Yi, who was waiting for Luo Ji's answer, slightly stunned for a moment.

Meng Yi turns his head, looking at the girl who crawled up from the window with a scrutinizing attitude, different from the rough sizing up just now, for a good while.

In the detection field of the mental vision, the remnant flame that was originally so weak it was nearly extinguished has grown a bit stronger.

Meng Yi can see that she is desperately squeezing the last remaining "lamp oil," and she is in a state of returning to the light.

This point can be seen from the glowing patterns spreading on the girl's neck and cheeks.

Her delicate appearance is like a piece of porcelain covered in cracks, only a line away from being scrapped.

*Strange, she has burned out, what is the source of her power? Actually able to disobey the conservation of mass and energy to a certain extent. *

*Could it be from the worldview of the 'idealistic' system? Or was she polluted by some kind of conceptual high-level life form? *

The girl with glowing emerald-green cracks like a spider web on her body brings Meng Yi a threat level that rises exponentially, as if she were a high-intensity explosive barrel about to explode.

*A double-edged sword that hurts the enemy and herself. *

Meng Yi remains calm on the surface. With his life experience, it is not difficult to find that this child is in a stage of confusion where her beliefs are missing. Soldiers need orders to point out the direction forward.

"I am not your officer, of course you can follow me."

"Just call me 'Bai Mo'. Can you tell me your name?"

Hearing this, the "weapon" girl's spirit is lifted, and she instinctively performs a salute that Meng Yi has never seen before, answering loudly: "Yes! Officer!"

"Empire Number AR-26710 reports to you!"

Not having a name of her own, what represents her is just a string of cold numbers, which happens to match Meng Yi's speculation about "weapons."

Seeing this, Luo Ji on the side smiles bitterly, scratching his undried hair hard, his mature face twisted slightly with ferocity.

"It seems I have no other choice."

"Fine, little brother White is right. Either move forward, or die! Afraid of a fart!"

Meng Yi does not care about the "officer" address of the "weapon" girl, nor does he delve into Luo Ji's complex psychological changes, spreading his arms and laughing: "Good, welcome."

……

The three "newbies" who are not simple in the selection dungeon reach a consensus.

The three come to the big door blocked by heavy furniture.

The girl with the number AR-26710 takes the lead, moving the furniture blocking the way with agility.

The power exploded from her thin and slender body makes Meng Yi and Luo Ji, these two big men, sweat, and they can only look at each other and smile awkwardly.

Not long after, the girl clears the obstacles, opens the solid wood door covered in filthy blood and cracks, and stands obediently to the side waiting for Meng Yi and Luo Ji to go first, while vigilantly paying attention to the situation around her.

*Genetic modification body? AR-26710……*

Meng Yi secretly ponders the strange number the girl introduced herself with just now.

The psychic detection field is opened, and along the path drawn in his mind, he leads the two "teammates" towards the underground train tracks.

Raccoon City has gone through the Resident Evil + Blackwatch sweeping dangerous infected bodies, so water and power outages are an inevitable result.

So don't even think about taking the elevator; honestly climb the stairs.

……

There are not many infected bodies remaining in this building, and the route Meng Yi chose is very safe. Along the way, there are more corpses that have rotted for the most part due to the high temperature and become a hotbed for mosquitoes and flies.

That smell is refreshing, and Meng Yi misses the Hive City Under-Hive where he lived for more than ten years, where the folk customs are simple and talent abounds.

It's not bad, it's the feeling of a second hometown!

Meng Yi is accustomed to this, the girl who has seen life and death has no fluctuations, while Luo Ji kneels on the ground and vomits three times along the way.

"Little brother White, little girl, aren't you disgusted?"

Luo Ji vomits until his face is pale, tossed by the combination of high fever + vomiting, this corporate slave who is over thirty years old looks withered.

"This is just the beginning? Old brother Luo, have you ever seen a corpse eroded into pits by high-pollution acid, and then snatched back by a group of people to be eaten?"

"The corpses in areas with high resource scarcity are treasures. Processed into 'corpse starch' with crudely made implements, wrapped in a few pieces of rotten meat with high radiation and high pollution, and fried in gutter oil, even the children next door are crying with greed."

"Ugh~ Ugh~!!!"

Meng Yi's illustrative examples, which are not fake, make Luo Ji vomit until he is crying and snotting, vomiting all the stomach acid out.

"Don't! Don't say it! I'm afraid of you!"

Luo Ji tremblingly supports the wall and stands up, biting his teeth tightly and holding the table leg weapon he picked up.

After the shocking things he has seen and heard, and Meng Yi's vivid examples, Luo Ji probably understands what the "mindset transition" mentioned by "Evolution Paradise" is.

*Damn it, what kind of world can produce such a 'talent' as little brother Bai Mo! *

……

Walking up the stairs for more than thirty floors like "sightseeing," Meng Yi comments on the unlucky ghosts with strange and varied ways of death with great interest.

Luo Ji, who is weak, has vomited all his points of criticism.

Until walking to the lobby area on the first floor, where there is no way to avoid it, the three of them encounter seven or eight infected bodies scattered here and there.

Sensing the breath of living people, the infected bodies wandering aimlessly turn their heads at the same time.

There is even a heavyweight player who is missing three of his four legs, with his head drooping on his shoulder, his fingernails broken, and his hand joints severely distorted, crawling on the floor to come over and "have a taste."

"Amazing, good determination! Good perseverance!"

Meng Yi, whose playfulness has been aroused, pays tribute, giving a thumbs up to the zombie crawling forward.

After being interrupted, the tension Luo Ji just raised inexplicably decreases a bit, and then he shakes his head repeatedly, cursing: "Stop playing! They are surrounding us! Shall we retreat to the stairs and solve them one by one?"

"No need to be so troublesome."

Meng Yi's thumb, which was extended, falls, and his index finger lifts lightly, and the psychic network controlling the thinking logic spreads quietly.

*Bang! *

*Bang! *

*Bang! *

The little girl who has been silent all the way rushes into the zombie crowd with the table leg she removed, skillfully and precisely blowing their heads one by one. The exploding brains do not stain her at all, and her movements are elegant and dashing to the extreme, leaving only zombies with "brains blooming everywhere" on the ground.

Luo Ji is amazed, his mouth opening blankly, and after holding it for a long time, he says the most simple and unadorned praise in the East: "Cow X!"

Meng Yi's face is gloomy, his heart is bleeding; his zombie tool man died before he could succeed, actually killed by friendly forces!

"Officer, did I... did I do something wrong?"

The girl, who is ruthless and speaks little, holds the table leg stained with red and white things upside down, shrinking her neck and asking weakly.

The blood pressure of Meng Yi, an intellectual, shoots up.

"……You did very well. Don't make a move without my order next time."

"Yes! Guarantee to complete the mission!"

The girl instinctively wants to raise her hand to salute, but finds that her right hand is holding the "involved murder weapon," and in the end, she can only let it go. ===== CHAPTER 9 =====