[{"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-69":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},2319307,4536,"Chapter 69: I Feel Like You","the-fiercest-man-in-the-end-times-chapter-69",69,"\u003Cp>“Demons are running wild all over hell; you’re not needed there, dog!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su spat out a mouthful of saliva, then told those around him: “Go!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before the zombies had finished their meal, Zhang Su charged forward with his weapon, and Zhong Xiaoshanjian and Wang Guang followed closely without hesitation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Give it back to me!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zheng Xinyu realized her hands were empty; she snatched the baseball bat from Pan Ru’s grip and rushed forward after it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>While feeding, zombies were like sedated creatures—unusually quiet, unresponsive even when someone approached nearby, greatly reducing the pressure on Zhang Su’s group, making their attack nearly a surprise ambush.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thud, thud, bang.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In one exchange, Zhang Su and Wang Guang each killed one zombie; Zheng Xinyu and Zhong Xiaoshanjian’s attacks were weaker, but they also killed two within a few strikes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By the time the remaining two zombies launched their attack, it was already too late; within less than a minute, all six zombies were eliminated and lay lifeless beside them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Gurgle… gurgle…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ma Xuechuo, bleeding from multiple wounds, was still not quite dead; he stared with lifeless, fish-like eyes at the people before him, and a strange wave of regret surfaced in his heart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He regretted why he had dared to oppose such formidable people…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If he had truly chosen to hunt zombies, might he have become one of them, and lived well?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But there was no chance to start over—he finally closed his eyes, unwilling and full of resentment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“In this world now, you shouldn’t have an ounce of sympathy!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su coldly watched Ma Xuechuo take his last breath, then spoke to those around him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I never expected this. I thought he had high morale, that he truly meant to hunt zombies—but he turned on us instead. Such people are terrifying.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhong Xiaoshanjian held her blood-dripping iron plate, her face filled with confusion; the twisted nature of humanity constantly battered her mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“He wasn’t even the worst one!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su cast one final glance at Ma Xuechuo’s corpse, then looked outward—the zombies on the street had been cleared, and the ones farther away were over a hundred meters off; the gas station was temporarily safe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He turned to Pan Ru, trembling behind them: “Go. Adapt to this new world. Oh, by the way—that Q5 reeks. I don’t want it. Take it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pan Ru stared blankly at the ruined, unfamiliar streets around her; she could feel Zhang Su had no interest in her, no intention of taking her into his group—begging further was pointless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shaking, she walked toward the Q5; as she passed Zhang Su, she stopped and looked at him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Thank you. You’re a good person.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su felt as if struck by lightning; his eyes widened as he stared at the woman so close. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d received a “good person” card.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Zhang Su, you’re such a heartless bastard.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Zhang Su, you’re a scumbag!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Zhang Su, you’re a total asshole.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Brother Su, that’s way too heartless.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These were the comments he heard most often…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su gave a self-deprecating laugh: “I accept your thanks—but when you say I’m a good person, I feel like you’re insulting me.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pan Ru shook her head, offering a bitter smile as she looked at Ma Xuechuo’s corpse: “Meeting you was my luck—you exposed his true nature. Otherwise, I’d have been sold off eventually, dying in some dark, forgotten corner.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su did not deny Pan Ru’s speculation; given Ma Xuechuo’s actions, it was entirely plausible. He reached out and lightly patted her shoulder: “Go. I hope you have good fortune.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Brother, can I trade something else to get the watch back?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pan Ru spoke hesitantly, avoiding eye contact with Zhang Su.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su raised an eyebrow, puzzled: “It doesn’t feed you or quench your thirst—why keep it? And what exactly do you plan to trade?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pan Ru pointed at the Q5: “Anything in the car—you can take anything you want… That watch was a birthday gift from my mother. I want to keep it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su sighed inwardly. Whether they’d live until tomorrow was uncertain, yet she still clung to such trivial things. Still, he thought having something to hold onto was good—it was a spiritual anchor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he pondered, he felt something tap his arm; he turned to see Zheng Xinyu handing him a gift box.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Trade for something useful…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zheng Xinyu felt taking someone’s only spiritual possession would bring bad luck.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ll check the car!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su took the gift box and walked toward the Q5.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The stench of zombies was foul, but the reek of feces and urine was unbearable; Zhang Su had just stepped forward to climb in when he recoiled, then walked to the back, opened the trunk, rummaged through it, and returned with a toolbox in hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Do you know mechanical repair?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su had found a Boshi  tool kit inside the car—slightly larger than a briefcase, filled with precise tools: electric screwdrivers, hand saws, wrenches, hammers, and more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pan Ru glanced at the toolbox, confused, then shook her head: “I work at a bank. He just loafed around at his parents’ teahouse. Probably… given away with the car.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su nodded. Regardless of origin, it was a valuable item. He handed her the watch gift box: “One box for another. Take it. I smeared some blood on it—clean it yourself.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Thank you, thank you. Thank you all…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pan Ru snatched the box, clutching it to her chest, eyes instantly welling up; she bowed repeatedly in thanks, Buwang  thanking Zheng Xinyu and the others as well.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Take this.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su handed the toolbox to Zhong Xiaoshanjian, then pulled a self-heating rice meal and a bottle of water from his backpack and shoved them into Pan Ru’s arms. He said seriously: “Be ruthless. Be utterly shameless. Only then do you have a chance to survive!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zheng Xinyu and Zhong Xiaoshanjian were stunned by his rare generosity; in their eyes, Zhang Su was notoriously stingy—yet now he was giving away precious food and water. It was extraordinary.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Could it be because the toolbox is so valuable?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They couldn’t help but think this.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the past, a 108-piece Boshi  tool kit cost barely over two thousand yuan; during a sale, you could get it for just over a thousand—far less valuable than a Cartier watch. But now, everything was different!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Weapons, food, water, medicine, and tools—these were critical survival supplies!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If industry recovered soon, fine. But if conditions kept worsening, tools would grow increasingly valuable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The toolbox’s value was high, but Zhang Su’s intent was clear: take the food and water and leave immediately—the items in the convenience store have nothing to do with you…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Thank you…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pan Ru had no complex thoughts; she knew she had to go. Without further hesitation, she ran back to the car. Though she longed to grab more from the convenience store, she dared not ask.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su did not ask where Pan Ru was going—he could offer no further help, and asking would be meaningless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pan Ru did not tell Zhang Su where she was headed either—because she didn’t know herself. Perhaps first find warm clothing. Perhaps first find a decent shelter…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The car started. Pan Ru waved to Zhang Su and the others, then slowly drove out of the gas station, heading toward the unknown horizon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Three days. Manuscript draft negative twenty thousand words. Cried… If you’re not in shape, don’t force writing. Rest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1248,"2026-06-20T15:15:14.526Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","61c1dbab27515ba723ef8855108b535d95e2e48238199feda99540e7d79992fe","the-fiercest-man-in-the-end-times-chapter-70","the-fiercest-man-in-the-end-times-chapter-68",694,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fthe-fiercest-man-in-the-end-times-cover.jpg"]