[{"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-608":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},2319846,4536,"Chapter 608: Helplessness and Guilt","the-fiercest-man-in-the-end-times-chapter-608",608,"\u003Cp>“Old Tan.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su wore only a short-sleeve shirt, his body steaming, holding a water bottle filled with dilute saltwater.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tan Hua was drinking the sugared saltwater his daughter Mo Qianlan had brought; hearing Zhang Su call, he weakly turned his head and nodded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hello, Uncle Zhang!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Brother Su, hehe, drink up.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mo Qianlan greeted Zhang Su sweetly; she hadn’t just brought water for her mother, she’d also remembered Lu Yu, being considerate to the end.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lu Yu held a water bottle, grinning like a lovesick fool.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Uh… never mind, go ahead, Lanlan, help your mom back to rest, we’ll talk again at mealtime.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing Tan Hua’s flesh sagging, Zhang Su had wanted to ask about Wang Guang, but gave up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Hanzhou and the others gradually left; he trudged heavily behind Zhang Su and said, “Brother Su, do you have a moment to talk?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Huh? Is there something unusual with your energy?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su saw it was Chen Hanzhou and assumed his internal energy was acting up; he quickly led him to a corner, then gave Zheng Xinyu and Zhong Xiaoshan a glance, telling them to rest for now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What’s going on?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s not me—I’m fine… I just want to ask about Brother Liu and that new guy, Ke… what’s his name? Their hands?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though utterly exhausted, Chen Hanzhou’s eyes gleamed; others might not have noticed, but he clearly saw Liu Tianji and Ke Zhiyu’s hands—previously amputated, yet now perfectly natural limbs. Under these conditions, no prosthetic could be this seamless. This discovery sent shockwaves through him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su rolled his tongue in his mouth, sighed lightly, and admitted outright: “It’s complicated. Extremely risky. Not replicable.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He couldn’t be certain of the golden thalamus’s effect; even if he were, after reserving one for Fu Weijun, only one remained. If it could be split, fine—but if splitting rendered it useless…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From a personal standpoint, giving Chen Hanzhou a piece of golden thalamus made sense. But as camp leader, Zhang Su felt letting Qiu Hui regain mobility might create greater value.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Really possible?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Hanzhou only wanted to confirm if limb regeneration was possible; upon receiving a positive answer, his eyes brightened further, eagerly asking, “Brother Su, tell me how you did it—I want to try, let me try!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only those who lost their limbs could understand the desperate longing for regeneration.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su pinched his temples, uneasy, glancing at Liu Tianji and Ke Zhiyu limping away. If he had a choice, he wouldn’t hesitate—Liu Tianji was one thing, but Ke Zhiyu certainly wouldn’t rank high. But now, it was too late.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Limb regeneration is tied to the Zombie Transformation Blocker developed by the Azure Dragon Corps. Extremely dangerous. Of seven treated, only these two regenerated limbs and survived. Four died. One remains in a limbo state—sometimes zombie, sometimes human—and didn’t regenerate.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So dangerous?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Hanzhou’s hope instantly dimmed. He longed to regain his arms, but not at the cost of death. Then he remembered something and hurriedly added, “Brother Su, maybe you don’t need to be bitten by zombies—maybe just injecting the Zombie Transformation Blocker could work? Or multiple doses?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You… you’d better stop hanging around Fu Weijun so much!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su thought this guy’s ideas were growing increasingly Fu-like.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Right, Dr. Fu must have a solution, yes, yes, Brother Su, thank you—I’ll go find Dr. Fu…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You find a hammer! Dr. Fu made a grave mistake—I’ve suspended him. He’s currently in repentance. Don’t go provoke him!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su immediately stopped him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Huh? Made a grave mistake? This… okay.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Don’t rush. They’re still researching. Since they’ve found a way to regenerate limbs, they’ll eventually find a safe method—it just takes time. Right now, you must strengthen yourself, survive. Survive, and you’ll live to see the day the tech matures!” Zhang Su comforted Chen Hanzhou, while internally pondering: Qin Cheng already had mutated zombies. If they couldn’t capture one alive, they’d have to kill it—and maybe then, they could obtain another golden thalamus. All problems would resolve themselves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Hanzhou nodded firmly: “Brother Su, you’re right. As long as we live, there’s hope. Don’t worry—I won’t tell anyone. I haven’t discussed any of this with anyone. Lanlan and I never talk about it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su patted Chen Hanzhou’s shoulder with sympathy: “Keeping secrets is hard. I’m sorry you’re burdened with this. How do you feel? That energy inside you?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Hanzhou clenched his left fist and smiled: “I’m getting better at controlling it—now I can channel it effortlessly. My combat power has improved significantly. If I face that liquefied gas zombie again, I’ll crush it!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Speaking of the liquefied gas zombie, Zhang Su felt a pang of guilt. He was the one who destroyed it, but Chen Hanzhou made an irreplaceable contribution. Yet now, the golden thalamus found inside its skull couldn’t be shared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Emotionally, Zhang Su wanted to give the last piece to Chen Hanzhou. But rationally, he believed it should go to someone of greater value.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Impressive. You might surpass me before long!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su smiled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Hanzhou scratched his head, looking awkward: “Brother Su, you’re making it hard to tell if you’re praising or mocking me… Uh, Sister-in-law’s waiting. Let’s head back.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You two are pushing yourselves too hard—especially Xiaoshan. Don’t burn yourself out. Logistics still need your control.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the way back, Zhang Su supported Zheng Xinyu and Zhong Xiaoshan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Both were in terrible shape—legs trembling, every muscle and bone aching. Drop a pillow, and they’d drop asleep in three minutes, even if frozen solid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Everyone’s working hard—how can we slack off? Honestly, Ju Zi’s martial arts training is way better than your crazy, crazy-dog fist!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zheng Xinyu clung to Zhang Su’s arm, complaining—even though she was half-dead, she could feel her muscles and bones strengthening, a strangely wondrous sensation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Are you an idiot? Crazy Dog Fist teaches you techniques and combat strategy—deflect and counter, dodge while attacking. Ju Wuying’s method is pure physical enhancement—it strengthens your foundation. Only when body and technique complement each other does it become powerful. Do you get it?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Fine, fine—I get it! The difference between internal arts and external fists! You think I’m dumb? By the way, Xiao Chen came to you earlier…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I know.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Zheng Xinyu finished speaking, Zhong Xiaoshan suddenly found strength, exclaiming loudly—causing Zhang Ya and Wang Xin ahead to turn around.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hehehe…” Zhong Xiaoshan blushed, then whispered to Zhang Su: “I just remembered who Zhou Haotian is!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Huh? He used to be a librarian at Xinhua Bookstore—you know him?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su looked curiously at Zhong Xiaoshan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Brother Su, Sister Xinyu, do you remember the bankbook we found in that elderly couple’s house when the disaster broke out?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhong Xiaoshan’s tone grew heavy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Now you mention it, I remember—the bankbook had a name on it. It was… Haotian?” Zheng Xinyu somehow found the strength to lift her finger, her expression serious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su nodded: “I remember too… Hmph… I wonder if this Haotian is the same Haotian. If so, it’s quite a coincidence.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su didn’t care much about such things. With several factions merged, many familiar faces had reunited—it was a small stroke of luck in the apocalypse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But for women, such coincidences carried special weight. Zhong Xiaoshan said: “Can I go ask him later?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Why not? Go ahead.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As they spoke, the group returned to their quarters. After power was restored, all facilities on Tianma Island resumed function. Daily showers might be luxurious, but wiping down was no problem—already a luxury under these conditions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1252,"2026-06-20T15:15:17.100Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","dd0cfdb7b7ad983487ed2a48ac73b43f33c4fb51f8ef886b9b13abf554a0ad3d","the-fiercest-man-in-the-end-times-chapter-609","the-fiercest-man-in-the-end-times-chapter-607",694,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fthe-fiercest-man-in-the-end-times-cover.jpg"]