Chapter 1: Waking Up to Find Myself Reborn (1)
Zhuang Mingxu was dead.
Five years into the apocalypse, Zhuang Mingxu, who possessed the strongest ability, had actually died.
He died during a resource search that everyone thought would be safe.
Lu Weiyi had always felt that he could be indifferent to everything. After all, he had lived like that for over a decade, existing in his own world, being a salted fish who didn’t care about anything. It was much easier than dwelling on those disgusting matters.
But when the news of Zhuang Mingxu’s death arrived, it completely enraged him.
That man who had protected him for seven years before the apocalypse, and who, after the apocalypse, because of Lu Weiyi’s indifferent attitude, had been constantly burdened by his disgusting so-called family, and finally pushed into the zombie horde, becoming a stepping stone for others to survive.
That man who had ruined a promising future in the military because of him, and always gently said, “Xiao Yi, don’t be afraid.”
In the end, not even a complete corpse remained.
Lu Weiyi felt an unprecedented rage.
Since he was twelve years old and witnessed his mother being killed by his father and his mistress, and personally experienced his doting grandfather silencing the matter by labeling his son’s actions as negligence, he had never felt such a destructive anger again.
That was the only person in this world who held him dearly in their heart without considering any personal gain.
And they had harmed him again!
As his clean, fair hands severed the tendons of those people one by one, and threw them into the zombie pile, listening to the miserable screams, Lu Weiyi had only one thought:
Let’s all go to hell together!
*
Wutong City, six o’clock in the morning.
The faint light of dawn filtered through the curtains and fell on the bed. The young man, whose features seemed meticulously sculpted by God, frowned slightly and slowly opened his eyes.
His clear, spring-like eyes held the innocence of a newborn untouched by the world, yet also the clarity that comes after weathering storms. He stared blankly at the ceiling for a long while, then looked around, pursed his lips, and felt somewhat confused.
Lu Weiyi remembered that he had died.
The nuclear explosion of an ordinary S-level ability core could turn people within a ten-meter radius into fragments, let alone his own SS-level mental ability. The mental power alone, upon erupting and entering the brains of those around him, would have been enough to destroy their ability cores, let alone self-detonation.
This couldn’t be that kind of environment.
Lu Weiyi climbed out of bed, touched the soft silk pajamas he was wearing, and slowly walked towards the bathroom. He saw a strikingly handsome face in the mirror, fair and rosy – it was his face.
To be precise, it was the face he had before the apocalypse, when he was well-cared for. After all, after the apocalypse, even with the best protection, facing zombies and an unknown future every day, this delicate face quickly thinned down. Although still attractively alluring, it lacked some of its healthy color.
Turning on the faucet, clear, odorless water flowed out. He hadn’t seen this scene for over a year. He tentatively touched it, and after confirming it wasn’t an illusion, he leisurely began to wash up.
Without needing to conserve, he lavishly used the water to take a shower, then picked out a favorite outfit from the closet. Lu Weiyi felt much better and began to slowly observe his current situation while walking out of the room door.
There were faint footsteps downstairs.
He silently stood at the corner of the stairs and saw an unfamiliar middle-aged woman.
The woman seemed startled by his sudden appearance and jumped slightly before respectfully saying, “Young Master Lu, you’re awake. Would you like breakfast now?”
Lu Weiyi sized her up for a moment but couldn’t recall who she was. He nodded, deciding to wait and see what happened.
A table full of Chinese and Western breakfast dishes was laid out. With each dish the woman brought out, the surprise in Lu Weiyi’s eyes grew. In the years since the apocalypse, he hadn’t seen such meticulously prepared food in a long time.
Having never gone hungry, the pampered young master still maintained good manners. He didn’t wolf down his food, but as he quickly put the food in his mouth, he praised silently, “So delicious, Zhuang Mingxu should try this too…”
Unconsciously thinking of that familiar person, Lu Weiyi’s heart ached, and the food in his mouth seemed to get stuck, unable to be swallowed.
There was no chance anymore.
Zhuang Mingxu was dead.
