[{"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-610":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},2319848,4536,"Chapter 610: The Secret Is Exposed","the-fiercest-man-in-the-end-times-chapter-610",610,"\u003Cp>“Me?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Hao, who was happily chatting about anime with Ke Zhiyu, Liu Tianji, and Wang Zhetao, pointed at his own nose.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes, I need to ask you something. Let’s go over there to talk—it won’t disturb everyone’s meal.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhong Xiaoshan summoned Zhou Hao to the corner of the dining hall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Hao scratched his head in confusion, casting a questioning glance at Liu Tianji, who merely shrugged back, signaling he had no idea…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With no other choice, Zhou Hao gritted his teeth and walked to the corner.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This scene ignited fierce gossip among everyone in the dining hall—their curiosity burned hotter than the flame of a Flame Zombie’s Inferno Dragon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hey, what’s going on? Is that kid and Second Sister-in-law…?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Zhetao draped his arms around Liu Tianji and Ke Zhiyu’s necks, leaning in to whisper.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Don’t talk nonsense. Maybe Second Sister-in-law knew him before?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I think Second Sister-in-law’s holding something. Hey, look—Zhou Hao looks shocked. Oh, is that a passbook?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No, why give a passbook now? How… is this even necessary? He’s crying over a passbook? So sad—what’s going on?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The group whispered among themselves, staring at Zhou Hao, who stood weeping uncontrollably in the corner, utterly baffled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Uncle, what’s going on with Zhou Hao…?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“None of your business. Eat your food and stop asking.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zheng Ziwen was about to ask a few questions when Ding Yongguo cut him off, burying his head in his meal and ignoring everything outside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zheng Ziwen felt frustrated—he really wanted to chat freely with those his own age, but his uncle wouldn’t allow it, so he just mechanically ate his food.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zuo Fengjuan, closest to the corner, had heard the full story. With her tender heart, she couldn’t hold back tears, remembering her own tragic past, and quietly put down her chopsticks before leaving the dining hall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“My grandpa and grandma always called me to visit them, but I thought it was boring there, so I never wanted to go… waaaah… when I was little, they were the kindest to me.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Hao flipped open the crumpled passbook, gazing through his tears at the rows of numbers—and at the final line of elegant handwriting, which pierced his heart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Second Sister-in-law, I… I want to ask… how did my grandpa and grandma die?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing Zhou Hao’s question, Zhong Xiaoshan was plunged into memory. The horrific scene made her frown; after a moment’s hesitation, she fashioned a barely acceptable lie and spoke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Your grandparents turned into zombies. They wandered the corridor with that group of zombies. Brother Su and I locked them in the underground parking lot!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Waaaah… my grandpa and grandma were so tragic…” Zhou Hao’s last hope shattered; he burst into loud sobs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“There, there. At least you received their blessing. Keep living. Your training this afternoon wasn’t good enough—you still need to work harder.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhong Xiaoshan smiled gently as she comforted Zhou Hao.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes, yes, I understand, Second Sister-in-law. I won’t let my grandparents down. Money’s useless now, but I’ll live long enough to get married!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A surge of determination suddenly rose in Zhou Hao’s heart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That’s the spirit. By the way, you noticed it too—Brother Su assigned you to follow Ju Wuying. She’s strong. When you’re free, learn from her. It’ll help you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After speaking, Zhong Xiaoshan waved goodbye and nodded kindly to the others before leaving the dining hall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Returning the passbook to its owner felt like a meritorious act to her—she was deeply satisfied.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When Zhou Hao returned to his seat, the curious ones immediately surrounded him, bombarding him with questions. But his usual energy was gone; he ate a few bites mechanically and then left the dining hall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That evening, Zhang Su rode his electric scooter around several satellite villages, deliberately testing the vigilance of the combat personnel. All were alert—no one slacked off. Then he listened to rumors around the village. He heard no useful intelligence, but gathered a basketful of crude jokes and boasts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He lingered especially near Liu Lan’s residence, but due to the crowd, he overheard nothing useful.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Riding back to Tianma Island, he patrolled once more—all posts operated normally. He returned to Xiao Xingyun, parked his scooter, and walked toward the courtyard gate. Before he could step inside, his expression hardened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Who’s there? Bored, are you?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su sighed. He could clearly sense someone hiding behind the wall—no hostility, no killing intent. Probably just trying to scare him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Your skill isn’t good enough.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A cold voice rang out. Ju Wuying, dressed in black, stepped forward before Zhang Su.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hey, are you up to something? Hiding here, got caught, and now you say my skill’s bad?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su was about to raise his voice, then remembered it was late—he quickly lowered it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If you were skilled, you’d recognize every familiar aura.” Ju Wuying whispered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You can?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I can.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Fine, I admit you’re better at this… But why are you out here so late? Afraid Xiao Ling will get jealous?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su stepped into the courtyard, removed his gloves, pulled out a cigarette, lit it, and looked up at his window—faint light glowed behind the curtain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Here’s the blueprint.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ju Wuying didn’t waste words. She handed Zhang Su a sheet of paper.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’re eager, but Old Ding might still need a few more days…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he spoke, Zhang Su took the A4 paper and unfolded it naturally. Two sheets: one long blade, one short blade, each with detailed annotations on the hilt, scabbard, tsuba, and other parts—exquisitely drawn.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’re not shy at all. I promised to forge you a weapon, and now you come with two?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su folded the blueprint, looked up—and noticed Ju Wuying’s eyes glinting with an odd light.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hey, what’s that look for?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You!” Ju Wuying’s expression was strange—astonished, as if witnessing something impossible, slightly excited: “You can see in the dark!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Huh?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su’s heart jolted. He’d slipped up. He quickly removed his frog sunglasses, a wave of suspicion rising within him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What are you talking about? You’re imagining things.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’re trying to disrupt my mind!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ju Wuying reacted as if struck by a physical blow—raised her hand to block, stepped back, in a distinctly anime-style motion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su rubbed his head in frustration. He hated these hyper-observant people—his secrets kept exposing one after another…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He put his frog sunglasses back on and waved dismissively: “Tired. Going to sleep.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Can you tell me the method?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ju Wuying watched Zhang Su walk upstairs with his hands behind his back, asking seriously.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su stopped, turned, and sighed: “Sis, ever heard the term ‘innate talent’? There’s no method for this stuff…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Innate talent… I understand.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ju Wuying nodded, then vanished like a ghost from Xiao Xingyun.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su’s lip twitched. He expected her to accuse him of making excuses—but she just believed him?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course she believed him. Ju Wuying knew exactly what innate talent meant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Day and night passed. Peaceful days always flew by—three days slipped away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sky remained overcast as ever. Zhang Su observed the clouds from a specific angle and realized they hadn’t moved at all. The minimum temperature hovered around minus twenty-five degrees. With the thick cloud cover, the daily temperature fluctuation was only four or five degrees. But everything else had changed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In three days, life in the satellite villages became more orderly. Jia Shiqin led several skilled craftsmen to hastily build three zombie generators. Now, each satellite village had its own “Ox-Horse” zombie generator.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The rumbling, rumbling sound was annoying at first, but once steady electricity flowed, people came to hear it as heavenly music.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sometimes, even a single electric lamp made a world of difference—this was the product of human civilization.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With electricity, more manpower was freed. Even drawing water from deep wells required only pressing a button. People could now channel more energy into other projects—like modifying the Haihe River! This project couldn’t be handled by combat personnel alone. They were crucial only during the zombie-clearing phase; afterward, defense was primary, and most labor fell to ordinary members.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Large machines were transported to Xida Ying Village. After lying abandoned for a while, the village buzzed with activity again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But due to the weather, construction progressed slowly—steady, not rushed. As Yu Wen said, haste makes waste.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After the recent large-scale zombie extermination, the number of zombies near Tianma Island had dropped to a very safe level. In these three days, fewer than twenty zombies wandered near the camp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though zombies sprinted like the wind when they sensed blood, the strict guard posts prevented any threat—they were captured alive and stored as backup zombie generators. This phenomenon worried those in charge of zombie corpses.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With the camp’s population surging, zombie corpse consumption was enormous—roughly one corpse per ten people daily, totaling about eighty-five corpses per day.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With no new corpses to replenish the stock, current reserves would last two hundred days. That seemed long enough to solve many pressing problems—but the future held too many unknowns.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1496,"2026-06-20T15:15:17.100Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","4d14fa2686081fd7cf51fc1ce048e195cbf5be86b37be40379bac38e6941c942","the-fiercest-man-in-the-end-times-chapter-611","the-fiercest-man-in-the-end-times-chapter-609",694,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fthe-fiercest-man-in-the-end-times-cover.jpg"]