The end of the world is approaching, I'm handing myself over to the country.

The rat's tail juice caused his chest to heave violently.

The door was being pounded on repeatedly, and a monster was approaching from outside the window.

The fourth floor of this old apartment building has become a dead end, a dilemma where one can neither move forward nor backward.

The female zombie was not afraid of the four-story height and quickly crawled towards the direction of the rat's tail juice.

The female zombie's reddish-brown floral dress was soaked with all sorts of stains.

The fabric was stuck to the ulcerated skin.

The two rows of white teeth opened and closed, making a clattering sound as hard objects collided.

She completely ignored the physical center of gravity.

Half of her body was leaning to one side, but her hands were tightly gripping the crossbeam, so there was no sign that she was about to fall.

Mouse Tail Juice had already drawn his Tang sword, ready for a head-on confrontation.

But before she could make a move, a red light flashed around her.

The surrounding temperature suddenly rose.

Little Tyrant flew straight at us from behind.

Upon seeing Little Tyrant, Mouse Tail Juice froze for a moment: "Oh my god, I almost forgot about you..."

The little tyrant flapped its wings violently, creating a blast of hot air.

It hovered one meter in front of the mouse tail juice.

A tuft of red hair on its head stood upright.

Its abdomen swelled rapidly, and the tuft of white feathers that had been there now shone with a dazzling light.

The bird's hard beak suddenly opened.

A red fireball the size of a bowl was spewed out.

The air around the fireball was distorted and deformed due to the extreme heat.

The target is outdoors, posing no risk of igniting indoor furniture.

Little Tyrant used his full strength in this attack.

The fireball left a trail of afterimages in the air before striking the female zombie precisely in the chest.

"boom!"

Sparks flew everywhere.

The explosive impact sent the female zombie's upper body flying outwards.

Let it slam heavily onto the rough beam, shaking down a large cloud of dust.

At this moment, the female zombie's body was bent at a 180-degree angle, in an extremely bizarre posture.

If it weren't for those sharp claws still firmly gripping the crossbeam.

That blow would definitely push her straight off the fourth floor.

However, the high temperature directly ignited the floral dress.

Crimson flames spread wildly along the edges of the fabric, completely enveloping her upper body in seconds.

The surface fat melts rapidly at high temperatures.

Large areas of the skin tissue were charred black.

The murky yellow grease dripped down his thighs, making a sizzling burning sound.

The female zombie opened her mouth wide.

It unleashed an extremely shrill and mournful roar.

The piercing screams carried far, echoing between the old buildings in the residential area.

The chat in the live stream paused for three seconds.

Then it refreshed at a rate ten times higher than before.

Holy crap!!!

I'm sorry, I admit I was speaking too loudly just now.

[What the hell is this amazing pet? The streamer must have saved the galaxy in their past life.]

Eat the worst garbage, deal the most damage.

[I take back my sarcastic remark, Little Tyrant, you're my god!]

[The power of that fireball was so great, look! It charred the zombie's skin!]

[Please, streamer, sell this bird! One million! Transfer immediately!]

[Are you stupid? Do you think a pet is like you, a fence-sitter? You think it'll follow you just because you pay it?]

The official website of "Wasteland Era" clearly states that once a pet recognizes its owner, it will only have that one owner for its entire life and cannot be resold or traded.

Do zombies scream? Aren't zombie monsters immune to pain?

Someone has discovered the key point.

Ordinary zombie monsters have no sense of pain, so even when they die, they feel no pain and don't scream. However, elite-level zombie monsters can develop a sliver of intelligence.

[You know about this? You're not just making this up, are you?]

[Perhaps she only has the potential to reach the elite level, but hasn't truly stepped into it yet; otherwise, this female zombie wouldn't move so stiffly.]

[They're making it sound so convincing, I'm starting to believe them.]

Excuse me, but I'm currently a top-tier viewer of "Wasteland Era" and a loyal supporter. I've watched every single livestream since it came out. Feel free to ask me any questions.

[It's been over a month since Wasteland Era was released, and putting aside the several rounds of closed beta test slots, just consider the open beta test—millions of slots were available, and you didn't get any? My friend, you're really unlucky.]

[Shrimp and pork heart, shrimp and pork heart! Hahaha, bro upstairs, you're trying to kill him!]

You don't have it either.

【...】

The crackling of burning flames and agonizing screams echoed continuously.

The crashing sound from the direction of the gate abruptly stopped.

Instead of putting down the Tang sword, Haoziweizhi gripped it even tighter.

Such an unusual pause is often the beginning of bigger trouble.

Less than ten seconds.

From the corner of the beam outside the window, heavy footsteps could be heard again.

Each step made the thin cement platform thud loudly.

A tall, dark figure squeezed through the corner.

This is a male zombie wearing a tattered suit.

The right sleeve was empty.

The area below the elbow completely disappeared, and the flesh at the cut was dry and dark brown.

It was the owner of the hand that Haoziwei Juice had used barbecue tongs to pull the trash can out of the garbage can.

The male zombie had an extremely large body, deep-set eyes, and a torn chin that extended to his ear.

And behind his thighs.

It was pressed tightly against a small moving object.

A little zombie wearing a blue and white striped short-sleeved shirt.

The little zombie had a large piece of bone missing from the left side of its head, and it was clutching a hard plastic toy car tightly in its hand.

The moment the mouse tail juice saw those two faces clearly.

Information about the other person automatically popped into my mind.

The residents of apartment 402.

The most disliked family in this building.

When you bump into this couple in the hallway, they always look down on you.

Especially that little boy.

My favorite thing is to lean on the windowsill and throw things down.

Aluminum cans, uneaten apples, or even plastic bags full of kitchen waste.

Just last month.

A bag full of leftover food fell from the sky and landed half a meter away from the mouse's feet.

The sour, smelly soup splattered all over her trouser leg.

She went upstairs and knocked on the door demanding an explanation.

The man in the suit, a cigarette dangling from his lips, opened the door.

A puff of thick smoke was blown directly onto the rat's face.

His face was full of disdain.

He tossed down a crumpled ten-yuan note and slammed the door shut.

From that day on, every time he went out, he would deliberately avoid the area directly below the window of apartment 402.

Even if it means taking a detour.

And now.

This man lost his right arm.

Half of his face was peeling back, exposing his gums completely.

That brat has become a walking corpse.

The woman too; her entire family turned into zombies.

It can only be said that karma is cyclical, and no one escapes the wrath of Heaven.

The male zombie used his left foot to push aside the still-burning female zombie.

A cold wind blew by.

A strong smell of burnt human flesh filled the bedroom.

A little zombie crawled out from beside his legs.

He raised the red plastic toy car in his hand and slammed it hard at the mouse tail.

The toy car tumbled in the air.

The red, hard plastic shell reflected the firelight off the female zombie's body.

He used the rat's tail juice to cut it away with a single stroke.

At this moment, the male zombie had bypassed the female zombie and was rapidly approaching the direction of the rat tail juice.