Chapter Three: Sisterly Affection?

“So what if I insult you? Pei Yurou, I advise you to stay far away from me.”

“What’s so surprising? Do you really think you bunch of rotten garlic are anything special? Sanctimonious green tea hypocrites, scheming men, and you think you’re the only ones who escaped from that classroom? How many more ran out with you?”

“If you’re all such saints, where are the rest of the classmates?”

Chen Yi narrowed his eyes. In his past life, he had risked himself to save this group, and far more than five of them had survived. Now, only Pei Yurou’s few remained; the rest had clearly been used as cannon fodder.

He pointed a finger.

“You, Ning Lei, right? You’re just a sycophant hanging around Pei Yurou, timid and spineless. When danger comes, you only care about saving yourself. If zombies showed up, you’d be the first to run.”

“And you, Han Mei. A green tea paired with a white lotus—a perfect match. Besides your sharp tongue, what else do you have? Always flirting, ordering people around, do you really think I’m your father, here to be your slave?”

“As for you… Pei Yurou, you enjoy moral coercion, don’t you? Stopped being a green tea hypocrite and now you’re a moral hypocrite? I owe you something, is that it? So many classmates are dead, why aren’t you?”

“Always trying to be both a hypocrite and a martyr. I just saved you; did you even say thank you?”

“Screw you.”

…

Chen Yi didn’t raise his voice, but every word stabbed right into their lungs. Their faces shifted from green to red, their eyes flashing with anger.

Two of the boys couldn’t stand it any longer and rushed at Chen Yi, but he just sneered, lifted his foot, and kicked Ning Lei hard in the side. Ning Lei screamed and flew back several meters.

“Chen, you think you can act so arrogant just because you have a fire axe? If I had one too, you wouldn’t be so cocky!”

“I never thought you were this kind of person.”

“I’m close as sisters with Yurou. How could you say such things?”

“Give me the fire axe. From now on, I’ll protect Yurou and the other girls. Do you really see yourself as a savior? From now on, let’s go our separate ways.”

Another boy tried to snatch the fire axe from Chen Yi’s hands.

Chen Yi’s eyes turned cold; he was ready to kill. These fools still hadn’t figured out who was in charge. He didn’t mind sending them to meet the King of Hell a little early.

But just at that moment—

A chaotic stampede of footsteps erupted, followed by a chorus of savage roars.

“Damn it, you didn’t block the door?”

Chen Yi exploded with curses. Hearing the fast-approaching horde of zombies, he never would have imagined Pei Yurou and her group could be so foolish—leading the zombies right up here and not even blocking the door.

There were at least a dozen of them, with more gathering on the rooftop.

Chen Yi gripped the fire axe tightly.

By now, Pei Yurou and the others were already petrified with fear.

The boy who’d just been demanding the fire axe to protect Pei Yurou screamed, shoved the people beside him aside, and dove behind Chen Yi.

The three girls fared even worse. One, wetting herself, collapsed helplessly to the floor. Han Mei instinctively reached for Ning Lei, but at this moment, the once overbearing boy cared nothing for Han Mei; he flung her toward the zombies.

As for Pei Yurou, she leapt over Han Mei without a backward glance.

The ugliness of human nature was laid bare.

At last, Chen Yi understood—why, though so many students had escaped with him in his previous life, only Pei Yurou and a few other cunning wretches survived. The rest had all been sacrificed as cannon fodder.

Sisterly affection?

Utter nonsense!

As the zombies surged onto the rooftop, Han Mei’s face went deathly pale, a foul stench spreading from under her skirt. She desperately tried to crawl away, reaching a trembling hand toward Chen Yi.

“Save me…”

“Save you? My ass.”

The sharp blade of the fire axe whistled through the air. In the next instant, Han Mei’s neck was severed, blood spurting like a fountain, drenching Chen Yi’s face.

Then, he leapt high, feet landing on Han Mei’s corpse, and with powerful momentum, used her body as a springboard to kick a dozen zombies back down the stairwell.

Blood sprayed across Chen Yi’s face, making him look like a god of slaughter.

“Come here and block the door.”

He snorted coldly, his expression unchanged.

In a world where the strong preyed on the weak, only the ruthless could stand firm—especially in the apocalypse, when order was being reshuffled.

With the collapse of morality, the initial stages of disaster showed few consequences, but as the world fell, order was destroyed in an instant.

Killing a person or two for survival—Chen Yi wouldn’t lose sleep over it.

Besides, it was the simplest, most effective method. Zombies, driven solely by instinct, hunted survivors by sound and the scent of blood.

Killing Han Mei was nothing more than making use of garbage.

In his previous life, this woman had caused endless trouble for him. Had he not been lucky, he’d have been dead long ago. Now, this was merely retribution.

Chen Yi remained calm, but the others trembled in terror.

These students, raised in a peaceful society, had never witnessed such horror. The two boys shook uncontrollably; Pei Yurou and the other girl turned ghostly pale, sobbing softly.

“When I tell you to come help, you’d better come. Or do you want to die too?”

Chen Yi barked again.

At his command, the students finally stumbled over in terror to help.

Outside, the sound of zombies gnawing on Han Mei’s corpse drifted through the door. The students were paralyzed with fear, but Chen Yi’s threat weighed even heavier.

The scene of murder kept replaying in their minds, nearly breaking their spirits; even the boys were reduced to quivering cowards.

Once they finally managed to barricade the door, they collapsed in a heap, sobbing uncontrollably.

Chen Yi ignored these cowards. The ugly truth of their nature had shattered all pretense of sisterhood in a single instant.

He knew that, with time, morality would cease to be a shackle on human nature.

The real cruelty was yet to come—what use was crying?

He found a corner, hugged the fire axe, and closed his eyes to rest, conserving his strength as much as possible.

For him, all he could do now was wait.

Admittedly, with the combat skills accumulated in his previous life, he could wipe out the dozen zombies drawn by the noise. But that wasn’t a good plan. His current body was just an ordinary person’s, perhaps even weaker.

Only by relying on sheer ruthlessness and honed skills could he kill zombies as easily as chickens. But there were drawbacks: the fire axe weighed twenty pounds; each swing sapped his strength.

It was not worth it.

He needed to conserve his energy.