Apocalypse: the Most Ruthless Person

"King Yama, King Yama!"

With each call, the name of King Yama was carried further away by the piercing cold wind.

At this moment, for example, about five kilometers north of Celestial Horse Island, four vehicles were parked in a mountain village, and more than ten people stood at a cliff edge, staring at each other upon hearing the faint sound coming from the south.

"King Yama... is that what they’re shouting?"

A man with a cigarette in his mouth looked south but saw nothing.

"No mistake, it’s that name, pretty audacious to use it. Hey, Monkey, what’s the situation?"

"At least a hundred people, with drones, tanks, and that unexplained bomb!"

The man called Monkey squatted on a weird rock over three meters high, holding a pair of binoculars, visibly embarrassed.

"Well...indeed qualified to be audacious."

"The intelligence differed too much from reality; even if this force wiped out Liu Shijie and his team, they’re not an easy bone for us to chew!"

"Such a vast zombie horde, easily dealt with by them, we’d better retreat quickly, explaining if we’re discovered will be troublesome..."

"Not considering establishing trade relations with them? Like exchanging for those kinds of bombs?"

"Whether to establish trade or not, let’s wait for the boss to decide. Honestly, I think developing Beyond the Pass is better; vast lands and few people, while within the Pass, every conceivable threat has come... Let’s go home, our mission is complete!"

The leading man muttered as he walked toward the mountain village, still shaken by the earlier explosion and remembering one name, King Yama.

No matter how rich spiritual sustenance is, it doesn’t change the rumbling of an empty stomach. After Gao Shen’s call, the primary task was to fill their bellies!

Zhang Su waved his arm at everyone, saying, "The tense battle has finally ended. I believe everyone’s stomachs are probably sticking to their backs, right? I guess many were fooled by Liao Youzhi and didn’t have time for breakfast. I’ve already had the chef go back ahead to start, should be slaughtering pigs right now, everyone must have a feast today to celebrate this memorable day!"

After killing people and zombies, King Yama decided to kill a pig too—what a wise decision. The word "slaughter" seemed to have a magical power, enough to excite everyone’s nerves, bringing another round of cheers.

As combat personnel within various factions, they didn’t lack food and drink, but fresh pork could definitely make it into the top three on everyone’s wish list!

Seeing the joyful and smiling faces in front of him, Zhang Su felt a sense of melancholy. The struggle for personal ambition could cause indescribable harm to most ordinary people. His decision wasn’t wrong; solving the problem just needed cutting off the roots!

The root could be ambitious guys like Liao Youzhi and Gong Chengming or himself. The fewer ambitious people, the more peaceful the group...

After finishing his impassioned speech, Zhang Su had the main force return to Celestial Horse Island first, casually loading some zombie corpses onto the van. He then called a few core members to head for the deep pit a few hundred meters away to observe the handiwork of the grape bomb.

"Damn, this pit is at least two stories deep, Brother Su, are you sure it was just one milliliter, not ten?"

Zhang Su had already explained the details to those around him on the way here; Qi Xiaoshuai, unsure of how much Ascension Original Liquid was stored, voiced his soul-level doubt.

They stood at the edge of the pit looking in. It was less a pit and more like a bowl sunken into the ground, the soil layer extremely smooth, as if scooped away by an incredibly sharp spoon.

With a peculiar expression, Zhang Su stared at the big pit. The second grape used concentrated original liquid; since he hadn’t directly seen the explosion, he couldn’t confirm which bomb was more powerful. But from the number of zombies destroyed, it seemed there wasn’t much difference, leaving him slightly disappointed.

Upon hearing Qi Xiaoshuai’s question, he scratched his head, "Do you think I’m wholesaling Ascension Original Liquid? Ten milliliters? That dropper holds a maximum of five milliliters, and I’m sure I only drew one milliliter, probably less, because there must be residue on the dropper!"

In reality, he had a suspicion. Based on previous visual estimates, the explosion sphere was over twenty meters high. Logically, an explosion at ground level or on some unlucky zombie wouldn’t matter. Since it wasn’t in mid-air, half the force should have been directed into the ground.

But coming closer to view, he realized the ground damage wasn’t as extensive as imagined.

The pit’s diameter was roughly fourteen or fifteen meters, a third of the explosion sphere’s theoretical diameter, and its depth of seven or eight meters was also a third of the sphere’s radius.

Zhang Su voiced his doubts.

"Brother Su, this is rather easy to understand; the density of the earth likely blocked the explosion’s power."

Liu Tianji said, stroking his chin, probing to go down, but was stopped by a companion nearby.

Zhang Su nodded, finding this explanation somewhat reasonable, but then he brought up the issue of the ratio between quantity and power increase, leaving everyone speechless.

"Hmm... I think this thing defies science; this is definitely something brought by aliens from outer space, it can’t be explained with the knowledge we have."

"Mutated zombies can’t be understood, okay? Ascension Original Liquid can’t explain, that thing is no different, who can explain?"

Chen Hanzhou pointed to the van behind them.

Zhang Su didn’t dare have someone else drive the van back to camp; he needed Fu Weijun to figure out a way to secure it, for a simple combination lock seemed inadequate, a secondary safety would be best. But honestly speaking, if this treasure fell into others’ hands, all the safety measures would be in vain...

Everyone watched the large heat pad with rich expressions. Pang Dakun laughed heartily, "Uncle, this guy is too fierce. Do you think with it, we won’t need to burn a stove for warmth anymore?"

Zhang Su walked to the side of the van, tentatively feeling the farthest end from the Fire-breathing Zombie, unable to touch it, he shook his head, "I talked to the Survivor Alliance people before, the heating for Lego Mall is provided by that thing inside..."

"But our living arrangement is quite scattered, it’s unlikely we could rely solely on it for warmth, unless modifying the pipelines, using it to boil water, it could supply all the rooms heating, wait a minute, maybe not..."

As he spoke, a suspicion arose in Zhang Su’s mind: "You didn’t see before, but I noticed after the Fire-breathing Zombie took care of Liao Youzhi’s group, its body color changed a bit. It might need to recharge energy like regular zombies, but its energy conversion rate far exceeds that of regular zombies."

"However, no matter what, this guy is practically comparable to a small reactor. If utilized properly, our future energy problems could be completely solved."

Liu Tianji felt excited. Humanity’s dependence on energy was too great. It had only been about four months in the apocalypse and they hadn’t completely eliminated that dependence. Completely adapting to an energy shortage might take years, or even longer, unless for children born after the apocalypse.

"Building a big tank to toss that thing in, could we make a super steam engine? This is too dreamy..."

"Your idea is too narrow; you can build it following a nuclear power plant model, but the Fire-breathing Zombie needs to recharge its energy, it needs sunlight!"

"The Survivor Alliance has this big treasure but doesn’t develop and utilize it, only thinking about grabbing territory, that’s truly shortsighted..."

Compared to the indescribable power of Ascension Original Liquid, the endurance of the Fire-breathing Zombie intrigued everyone more.

"Let’s go, stop babbling, let’s head back. There are many outsiders at the camp, don’t cause any trouble for me!"

Zhang Su didn’t linger talking in the wilderness, squatting down to touch the smooth soil surface of the pit, causing some sand to fall. Then he walked towards the van’s driver seat, feeling somewhat nervous.

Initially, he had planned to create not one milliliter of Grape, but three milliliters of Onion.

From half a milliliter to one milliliter, the explosion power increased at least tenfold; what would be the effect of increasing from one milliliter to three milliliters, hard to estimate, only when there’s another chance to try. He hopes never to have to use Onion.

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