[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-the-fiercest-man-in-the-end-times":3,"chapter-the-fiercest-man-in-the-end-times-the-fiercest-man-in-the-end-times-chapter-6":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","The Fiercest Man in the End Times",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2319244,4536,"Chapter 6: It","the-fiercest-man-in-the-end-times-chapter-6",6,"\u003Cp>The global outbreak…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su’s expression went slack. At first he’d wondered if it might be some country’s biological weapon—but now, even that possibility couldn’t be ruled out. The one who opened Pandora’s box wasn’t necessarily immune.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That once-peaceful life was gone for good. It didn’t matter how the disaster had started—he only cared about Qincheng, and closer still, whether he could survive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Forget foreign countries for now. Right now we might not even get out of the compound. Check the owner’s group for updates—you joined it, right?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su rubbed his temples and shook his head helplessly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Joined. I joined.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zheng Xinyu found the Sheng Qin Jiayuan owner’s group. The unread messages weren’t many—just over seventy—but they included unread ones from previous days. She scrolled to the messages from today.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>6:37, 8-2-702: Good morning, September 27, X023, Wednesday, 13th day of the 8th lunar month. Dawn is the start of hope. May your heart be bathed in sunlight, your face smiling as you greet the rising sun. Good fortune will surely collide with you full force. Rose flower\u002F.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The first message was around six-thirty. So things were still fine then?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zheng Xinyu asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su said nothing, gesturing for her to keep going.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>6:45, 11-1-201: Whose car is XC·XXXXX? Get it moved right away—it’s blocking my exit. Hurry, hurry, hurry, @everyone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>6:48, Just This Vibe: @11-1-201, sis, you’re not a group admin—@everyone doesn’t work. Suggest you ask the group owner for help.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>6:50, 11-1-201: Thanks for the tip. A nice big bro came and helped me move mine out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>7:03, Happy Life: @7-1-601, hey, can you keep it down in the morning? My old man just had surgery and needs quiet rest. Let’s understand each other.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>7:06, Fruit Sister Ling: Dear ones, I ordered…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A message clearly left unfinished.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>7:07, 301: Family, I heard an explosion. Whose place was it? So damn scary.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>7:10, Tomorrow Will Be Better: Family, there’s a fight downstairs—you guys should see it. There’s blood everywhere.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>7:11, Seafood Brother Wang from Building 10: People are going crazy on the street, biting anyone they can. Cars are piled up everywhere. Haibin Road is completely blocked. I can’t deliver seafood on time today!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>7:13, 3-1-402: Who’s screaming so loudly in the garden this early? If it happens again, I’m calling the cops!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>10:55, Winter Plum Blossom: Murder! Monsters are biting people to death!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the same time, 12-3-1101: Voice message, unreadable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The dozen or so messages that followed were all voice messages. Though we couldn’t hear what they said, we could guess the gist easily.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su took Zheng Xinyu’s phone and scrolled through it. “Looks like the zombie virus broke out around seven this morning. Less than half an hour later, the internet went down…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The owner’s group had almost no useful information. The only thing they could do was estimate the outbreak time from the timestamps—of little help to the two of them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Seven…” Zheng Xinyu bit her lip. “That’s rush hour, isn’t it? Adults heading to work, kids to school. Oh god, I can’t even imagine.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The compound has about seven hundred units. When I paid for my parking spot, I found out the occupancy rate was around sixty percent—so roughly four hundred households. Three people per household, that’s about twelve hundred people here. I wonder how many are still alive now.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su didn’t mention infection rates. How many were infected didn’t matter. Not being infected didn’t mean you wouldn’t get killed by a zombie. Surviving was what counted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zheng Xinyu thought of the carnage downstairs and shook her head sadly. “Maybe half at most.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Half…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su thought to himself: this girl was truly optimistic. From what he’d observed, he guessed only one or two in ten would survive—that meant lucky if two hundred made it!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly he remembered his two employees.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The 24-hour convenience store’s shift change was at eight, but the day-shift girl, unlike Wu Lue who worked nights, always arrived early—meticulous, diligent, never late.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su didn’t let the thought continue. It was useless. Better to conserve brain cells for something useful.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Xinyu, let’s think seriously about what to do next.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Mm-hmm, Brother Su, I’ll follow your lead!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the two planned in the room, occasional shrill screams drifted in through the window. Fortunately, the excellent soundproofing kept them from being too loud, and both deliberately ignored them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then a blast rang out—suddenly, neither could remain calm. They exchanged glances, faces grim.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Toot-toot-toot-toot…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then an utterly unusual sound pierced their ears.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What’s that?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Helicopter!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su reacted instantly, lunging to the bedroom window and yanking open the curtains. First thing he saw was thick black smoke rising in the distance—the site of the earlier explosion. He didn’t pause to look up, but spotted three helicopters flying in a triangular formation across the sky.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Type-11 helicopters…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Brother Su, are those military helicopters?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zheng Xinyu asked, hope shining in her eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the face of great disaster, ordinary people naturally looked to the military, the government, the state.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su shook his head. “They’re police special ops helicopters.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though far away, the paint scheme clearly wasn’t military.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Special ops? Even better! So the police are still okay? That’s great—they’ll come rescue us, right?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zheng Xinyu clasped her hands tightly, face earnest, like a believer praying for divine light.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“How many people are in Qincheng? Think about it. When will it ever be our turn?” Zhang Su looked at Zheng Xinyu with an unreadable expression.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She was no longer a naive student in her ivory tower. She’d weathered the online world, endured countless cold-hearted betrayals, and been battered by hateful trolls—she’d seen too much.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Earlier, she’d just been panicked, clinging to a fantasy. Now, with Zhang Su’s words, she understood the truth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’re right, Brother Su. Even if rescue comes, we still have to stay alive until it arrives…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zheng Xinyu wiped her tears, sniffled, and suddenly seemed much stronger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Damn it!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su suddenly clenched his teeth and swore.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zheng Xinyu looked at him, puzzled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su, frustrated beyond words, said: “Last night I should’ve moved up all the stuff you bought!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[A paragraph was deleted—about 200 characters.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1031,"2026-06-20T15:15:14.526Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","b431b2265eb1ea098c9938d413924c6e6e1ee130c1c6a8a85662e906bb833569","the-fiercest-man-in-the-end-times-chapter-7","the-fiercest-man-in-the-end-times-chapter-5",694,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fthe-fiercest-man-in-the-end-times-cover.jpg"]