Anime Crossover: Many Children, Many Blessings; Yukino, the Wife from the Apocalypse

"what!"

Chang Wei let out a painful cry, but in the endless darkness, his voice sounded so weak.

Chang Wei's thoughts were churning like a raging tide. With his extraordinary mental strength, he managed to suppress all his discomfort. With a roar, the confusion in his eyes was instantly replaced by clarity.

The moment he regained his senses, he swiftly manipulated the wings behind him, rising into the sky like lightning and speeding towards Shinjuku City.

The zombie that had once filled him with fear flashed a cold glint in its eyes, but it did not continue its pursuit. Instead, it disappeared into the surging tide of zombies.

Seeing this, the remaining zombies only roared a few times in resentment before continuing their advance.

Chang Wei darted through the air like a whirlwind, gradually moving away from the terrifying horde of corpses.

He let out a soft sigh, his face pale, but his eyes gleamed with determination.

He barely had time to react to the sudden attack. If he hadn't put his defenses into action in time, he would probably have been in a terrible state.

The speed of those sound waves even surpassed the speed of sound, and their power far exceeded that of an eighth-level evolved being's attack.

Faced with such an attack, he could only rely on his physical body to withstand it. Fortunately, his mental strength was strong enough to regain his senses at the critical moment and control the Xuanlin Wings to escape.

Only when he relaxed did he feel waves of excruciating pain coursing through his body, as if he were being cut by countless sharp blades.

But he didn't stop; only one thought remained in his mind:

Go to Shinjuku to check on their preparations and adjust your own mindset.

As he approached Shinjuku City, he saw countless ordinary people outside the city busily digging traps, setting up barricades and wire mesh.

On the city wall, soldiers stood ready, with heavy and light machine guns neatly arranged atop the wall, behind which lay mountains of ammunition. In addition to bullets, the wall was also piled high with iron knives and spears, and soldiers were constantly carrying more weapons up to the wall.

Chang Wei nodded to himself, it seemed that the higher-ups in Shinjuku City were also aware of the impending crisis.

They knew that bullets were limited, and once they ran out, they would have to rely on melee weapons to defend against the zombies.

He quickened his pace and flew towards the city wall, intending to tell the higher-ups what he had seen and heard so that they could make more thorough preparations.

Standing in the quiet place a few miles away from the city wall, Chang Wei couldn't help but feel a complex mix of emotions.

He arrived quietly, his purpose being solely to observe how Shinjuku City would weather this crisis, and he did not wish to be a disturbance to this tranquility.

As he slowly walked towards the city wall, the scene before him weighed even heavier on his heart.

481 The Darkness That Hides Filth

Ordinary people, whether they were elderly people or young children, were shivering in the cold wind. Their hands were blue and purple from the cold, but they were still working hard.

They dug deep pits, filled with sharp spears, as if to foreshadow the death of any creature that carelessly stumbled upon them.

Elsewhere, people were busy tying steel wires, waiting for the terrifying zombies to step into the trap and be mercilessly torn apart.

Beside these hardworking people, pots of steaming soup exuded an enticing aroma, and the scattered drops of oil floating on top were undoubtedly a huge temptation for these hungry laborers.

However, some of the people standing next to the soup appeared indifferent and heartless.

They were dressed in thick clothes, their faces showing disdain, and they loudly berated the workers:

"If you want to eat, then work hard! Anyone who dares to slack off will forget about getting any soup!"

"This is the higher-ups' mercy on you, not for those lazybones!"

Their voices were filled with threats that sent chills down your spine.

Suddenly, a child's innocent shout broke the oppressive atmosphere.

Everyone looked in the direction of the sound and saw a little boy dressed in thin clothes kneeling beside an old man who had fallen to the ground, anxiously calling out, "Grandpa, Grandpa, what's wrong? Wake up!"

The old man, dressed in rags, lay on the ground, his fate unknown.

"That's Old Yu. What happened to him?" someone asked, puzzled.

"Old Yu is already over sixty years old and his health was already poor. It's a miracle that he's survived this long in this apocalyptic world. How can he possibly endure this kind of labor now?"

Someone sighed and shook their head, "It's a pity for his grandson, he's only eight years old. How will he manage in the future?"

Chang Wei stood silently to the side, watching these scenes unfold, his heart filled with helplessness and sorrow. He knew that in this apocalyptic world, everyone was struggling to survive, but when would this struggle ever end?

On the outskirts of the city, a young child caught everyone's attention.

“Look at this poor child, so young.”

Someone sighed softly.

"Hmph, all of this is the bitter fruit of those city people's actions."

Someone muttered angrily, "They drive us ordinary people out of the city to work like livestock, treating us worse than pigs and dogs. If this continues, even if the zombies don't come to eat us, we'll die from their exploitation."

A hot-blooded young man clenched his fists, his eyes flashing with anger: "What do they take us for? They only remember to build fortifications when the zombies besiege the city, and in this freezing weather, they won't even give us a warm coat. They just want us to die!"

An old man shook his head, defending Mayor Ishihara Tenki: "Actually, Mayor Zhang cares a lot about us ordinary people. He often comes to inspect the ordinary districts and has specifically instructed his subordinates to take care of our lives. But unfortunately, some people have interfered, and his good intentions have been swallowed up by those corrupt officials."

"Hmph, which official doesn't protect each other? How could they possibly care about the lives of ordinary people like us?" someone scoffed.

"Then what can we do? Leave here and go to another base?" someone asked.

"Leave? Where can we go now?" someone else asked.

"I've heard of a good place: the Imperial Tutor. He has an army of several thousand men and a large amount of modern weaponry, making him far more powerful than this place. There's also the City of Heaven. I've heard that their leader is one of the top experts among the three major powers. There, people don't have to go hungry or cold. As long as they work hard, they can get enough food. More importantly, the security there is excellent. Even at night, there are a large number of soldiers patrolling. If anyone causes trouble, they will be thrown into prison at best, and executed on the spot at worst."

A glimmer of hope shone in some people's eyes.

As dusk deepened on the construction site, the busy figures of the workers appeared particularly exhausted under the dim lights.

Suddenly, a deep narration broke the silence, drawing envious glances from the surrounding workers. But then, remembering that they were in this apocalyptic world and had to face the threat of zombies, their eyes dimmed again.

"What are you doing? Get to work!"

In the distance, the overseer's voice boomed like thunder, startling everyone.

His brows were furrowed, and his eyes were filled with anxiety.

The threat of zombies is drawing ever closer. Although they appear imposing on the surface, they are filled with fear inside.

They knew that once the city fell, they would be no different from these ordinary workers, and would all become victims of this disaster.

Therefore, they took the construction of their fortifications extremely seriously, and dared not be careless in any detail.

They knew that only by putting their heart into it could they have a glimmer of hope.

However, at that moment, a commotion caught the workers' attention.

As they approached, they saw an old man lying motionless on the ground.

A worker stepped forward to examine him, then stood up expressionlessly and said indifferently, "He's dead. Find somewhere to throw him away. Don't let him get in the way here."

"What a piece of trash!" came the low curses of two men behind them as they carried the old man's body away.

"grandfather!"

Suddenly, a childish voice broke the silence.

A small, thin boy rushed out, his eyes red and brimming with tears.

He lunged at the man who had just pronounced his grandfather dead, shouting, "You killed my grandfather! I'll fight you to the death!"

Despite his young age, he was displaying astonishing power at that moment.

He brandished his small, blood-stained hands, worn from long hours of labor, and launched a fierce attack on the other party.

However, the other party showed no mercy.

He snorted and slapped the little boy to the ground.

Then, a fierce glint flashed in his eyes, and he casually picked up a steel bar and stabbed it into the little boy's body.

With a muffled "thud," the steel bar pierced through the little boy's body. His eyes widened as he stared at the deadly steel bar, his hands flailing helplessly forward, murmuring "Grandpa."

The surrounding workers were stunned.

They watched in horror, a surge of intense fear and anger welling up inside them.

They couldn't believe that the overseer would so cruelly murder a boy who was not even ten years old.

"grandfather……"

The little boy's voice grew weaker and weaker until it finally disappeared into the apocalyptic wind.

The night was deep, and the starlight was obscured by thick clouds, making it seem as if even the heavens and earth were dimmed.

The little boy's eyes, like a candle flame swallowed by the night, gradually lost their original brightness.

The man stood before the crowd, scrutinizing the little boy expressionlessly. He then looked around, his voice as cold as ice: "This is what happens when you don't cherish opportunities. I gave you a chance to improve your lives, and instead of being grateful, you dared to attack me."

He paused, a mocking smile playing on his lips. "If anyone has any further complaints, feel free to tell me. You don't need to do this work anymore. I'll arrange a better one for you."

Where to go.

By the end, his face was as gloomy as the sky before a storm.

His companions stood by, smirking, as if it were all a trivial farce to them. In this apocalypse, human life was as insignificant as a feather, less valuable than a dog's.

Dogs can bark, but ordinary people don't even have the courage to resist.

Those ordinary people clenched their fists, veins bulging, their anger seemingly about to set the whole world ablaze.

But faced with heavy machine guns and armed soldiers, they could only suppress their anger and dared not resist in the slightest.