I chose the safe house, and the Human Alliance regretted it.

Qian Mengxun trembled all over.

"ah--!!!"

She screamed, grabbed a kitchen knife, and charged at the group of people.

Amidst the screams, there was fear, anger, despair, and an indescribable sense of relief.

Uncle Zhou and the others were completely caught off guard.

They thought they were going to deal with Wang Wei, but they never expected that it would be this seemingly weak woman who rushed over.

A flash of light.

Blood splattered.

The man at the front clutched his neck, staring wide-eyed at Qian Mengxun in disbelief.

He tried to say something, but only a gurgling sound came out of his throat, and then he fell straight down.

Blood spread across the floor, a shocking red.

"Murder! She really killed someone!"

The remaining people screamed and backed away, eventually ending up in the corridor.

Qian Mengxun's hands were trembling, her knife was trembling, and her whole body was trembling.

Only one voice echoed in her mind—regardless of good or evil, it was all instinct.

Instinct told her that if these people didn't die, she would be the one to die.

Ah!

Qian Mengxun screamed again and rushed out with her knife.

"Don't panic, there are so many of us, what are we afraid of?" Uncle Zhou recovered from the shock of the murder and took out the knife he had prepared in advance.

The remaining people, driven by instinct, rushed towards Qianmengxun.

The swords flashed again.

Uncle Zhou collapsed to the ground, twitched a few times, and then remained motionless.

Qian Mengxun did not pause at all.

She simply carried the knife and continued forward.

Those people have gone mad.

They never expected this seemingly frail woman to be so ruthless.

Normally, how could a woman possibly be a match for them?

But these people had been starving for several days, and now they could barely walk steadily, greatly reducing their fighting capacity.

Qian Mengxun was already in a bloodthirsty frenzy.

She didn't know how many times she slashed, only that the knife rose and fell, and with each swing, there was a scream and a spurt of blood.

But gradually, she began to get tired.

Although those people had been hungry for several days, there were still many of them.

Qian Mengxun cut down five or six people in one go, and the remaining people finally reacted and began to surround and attack her.

A knife slashed her shoulder, and blood flowed freely.

A stick hit her on the back, and she staggered a few steps, almost falling.

Wang Wei walked out of the house, stood at the door, and watched the scene indifferently, without any intention of making a move.

If Qian Mengxun is going to die, then so be it.

Although she was still gritting her teeth and persevering, her physical strength was already failing her.

Qian Mengxun swung the knife haphazardly, but the speed slowed down, the knife became heavier and heavier, and his vision began to darken.

Am I going to die?

she thinks.

That's good, then I won't have to work so hard if I die.

But she was unwilling to accept defeat and still wanted to get revenge on Wang Wei; she hadn't made him kneel down before her yet!

Qian Mengxun's strong will to survive resurfaced.

Just then, a strange power surged from deep within her body.

That power instantly flowed throughout his body.

The cleaver in her hand suddenly frosted over, as if it had just been taken out of the ice.

Wang Wei's expression hardened when he saw this.

Qian Mengxun has awakened ahead of schedule!

In her previous life, Qian Mengxun only awakened her S-level ice-type ability after enduring the first three months.

The people who were besieging her were stunned.

"W-What's going on?"

Before they could react, Qian Mengxun, driven by instinct, had already swung her sword.

The crimson blade sliced ​​through the air, leaving a trail of snow-white light.

Before the blade even touched the person, the person screamed in agony—he could feel the extreme cold even through his clothes.

The knife fell.

Blood splattered, but it congealed in mid-air.

The person had a wound, but there was no blood, only frozen flesh.

Qian Mengxun killed three more people with a single slash, and in the blink of an eye, he had cut them down.

The remaining men were terrified and threw down their knives to run away.

Before he could run two steps, Qian Mengxun's knife had already caught up, piercing his back and protruding through his chest.

The man looked down at the blade protruding from his chest, opened his mouth as if to say something, but only exhaled a breath of cold air.

Qian Mengxun withdrew her knife, and the man fell straight down, a hole in his chest.

She gasped for breath, looking down at the kitchen knife in her hand, her eyes filled with disbelief.

This is... the power of superpowers!

Just then, two figures suddenly rushed towards Wang Wei.

They were the two neighbors who had sneaked away during the earlier brawl.

They somehow managed to get around to the back, each holding a knife and wearing a maniacal grin.

"Go to hell!"

Wang Wei stood still, motionless.

However, at that moment, the door next door suddenly opened, and Zhang Facai rushed out.

Just before the two men were about to stab Wang Wei, they stepped in front of him to block him.

puff.

puff.

Two knives were simultaneously plunged into Zhang Facai's body.

Zhang Facai looked down at the knife stuck in his chest, a grim smile spreading across his face.

He opened his mouth as if to say something, but instead spat out a mouthful of blood.

The two people were also stunned.

They didn't expect someone to rush out and take the blow for them.

Just then, Qian Mengxun finished dealing with the rest of the people and rushed over. With a sweep of his cleaver, two heads flew high into the air and rolled to the ground.

Zhang Facai lay in a pool of blood, his face growing paler and paler.

Wang Wei stood to the side, looking down at him with no expression on his face.

The stairwell was also covered by a safe house, and Wang Wei knew that Zhang Facai had been secretly observing through the peephole.

I never expected him to rush out and take the knife for me.

Zhang Facai's special ability is danger perception, and it is more of a support ability.

Before a disaster strikes, one cannot increase their superpower value, and the combat power of a support superpower user is almost the same as that of an ordinary person.

Unless it is an S-class auxiliary ability, the physical attributes of the ability user will be greatly improved.

"Zhang Facai," Wang Wei said softly, "Is there anything I can do for you?"

This is the biggest promise he can make.

He can provide his wife with enough supplies, as long as Zhang Facai asks.

Zhang Facai looked at him, his lips moving.

Wang Wei leaned slightly closer.

Then he heard Zhang Facai say—

"This time... I'll help you... Next time... you can help someone else..."

Wang Wei was stunned.

Zhang Facai smiled again, and there was something indescribable in that smile—not tragic, not great, just something very ordinary and commonplace.

It was as if what he did was just a trivial matter.

"You..." Wang Wei wanted to say something, but found that he didn't know what to say.

Zhang Facai's hand fell limply to the ground, and he remained motionless.

Wang Wei stood there, staring at Zhang Facai's corpse, motionless.

This time, an ordinary person who has no connection to him will die to save him.

Why?

Was it because the league gave him a task?

Or is it because Zhang Facai was originally a good person?

Or perhaps Zhang Facai's family is grateful to me because I moved here and stocked up on supplies in advance to get through this period safely?

Wang Wei didn't know.

All he knew was that in his previous life, he had saved so many people.

In the end, not a single person stood up to say a word for him.

"Wang Wei..." Qian Mengxun said softly.

Wang Wei did not respond.

After a long while, he finally moved.

He bent down, reached out, and gently closed Zhang Facai's eyes.

Then he stood up and looked at Qian Mengxun, "Your superpower has awakened."

Qian Mengxun looked down at the kitchen knife in her hand. The blade had returned to its original color, but she still remembered the extremely cold power she had felt just now.

Qian Mengxun nodded.

She was covered in blood, but the wound on her shoulder had healed.

"What should we do with these people?"

Wang Wei glanced at the corpses scattered on the ground. "Throw them outside and burn them."

Qian Mengxun nodded, turned around, and began to dispose of the body.