Apocalypse: The Primordial Pearl Recognizes Its Master, Starting with Infinite Space

At this moment, Jiang Ting had only one extremely humble yet incredibly clear thought in her mind: "Just being alive is enough."

Dignity and innocence, revenge in the future—all these take a backseat to the ability to "continue breathing."

As long as I can still open my eyes and see the light of the next day—even if it's blood red—anything is fine.

Wang Qiang grinned, revealing a twisted yet satisfied smile, and reached out to grab Jiang Ting's hair.

The three boys behind him let out low, mocking snickers; some even whistled, their eyes gleaming with eager anticipation.

But Wang Qiang clearly had no intention of letting her off easily.

"Slap! Slap!"

A crisp, resounding slap echoed in the deathly silent classroom, accompanied by his gritted teeth and curses: "Weren't you always so arrogant? Using your dad's connections to bully me? Stealing my woman and then calling me a toad? You've got to show off! I'll teach you to pretend!"

At this moment, Wang Qiang felt extremely happy, and the fear of being dominated by Jiang Ting for many years was completely released.

A few minutes later, Wang Qiang, whose strength had long been exhausted by alcohol and women, stopped panting heavily.

Jiang Ting collapsed to the ground, her face bruised and swollen, blood seeping from the corner of her mouth, her eyes unfocused, and she didn't even have the strength to cry.

Just then, Wenwen, who had been motionless like a corpse in the corner, twitched her fingers almost imperceptibly.

She slowly and laboriously lifted her swollen eyelids, her unfocused gaze sweeping over the nauseating scene before her, a faint yet chilling smile curving her pale lips.

His lips moved, his breathy voice so hoarse that only he could hear it:

"Ha... your turn. This living hell... who can escape it?"

Before long, the classroom, which had been isolated from civilization and hope, was filled with suppressed sobs, the ripping of clothes, heavy breathing, and the boys' unrestrained laughter, which sounded like an apocalyptic carnival.

Outside the window, zombies howled incessantly in the corridor, banging their bodies against the flimsy classroom door with muffled thuds—that thin wooden door now separated two hells: on one side were monsters that only knew how to devour flesh and blood, and on the other side were their "kindred spirits" whose souls had fallen into the abyss, sometimes even more terrifying than the monsters.

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Meanwhile, in the square, Lin Chen and his group were still fighting tirelessly.

The location he chose for the container fortress was quite tricky—it was right in the center of the plaza between the three "品"-shaped teaching buildings.

With a wide field of vision, it can see in all directions. More importantly, it can gather the zombies lured out of the three buildings by the sound into this open space and deal with them in one go, just like herding sheep, perfectly avoiding the trouble of going into the buildings to fight in alleyways.

Time slipped quietly to noon.

Lin Chen wasn't in a hurry to go into the building—the zombie density was high and the terrain was complex, so he needed to be fully prepared.

After clearing out several more waves of zombies that came at the sound, Lin Chen turned to Li Ya and instructed, "Xiao Ya, you lead everyone to continue here. When you get tired, take turns resting in the tents. Keep an eye on the distribution of ammunition and special abilities. I'm going to take a walk around and scout the area. Call me if there's anything urgent."

Before leaving, he stored all the zombie corpses piled up under the fortress into his spatial storage, and left enough water and food for the girls. Then, with a flash, he used spatial teleportation to slip to the edge of the square.

His first target was a three-story building near the residential area: a student supermarket on the first floor and a cafeteria on the second and third floors.

Pushing open the slightly ajar glass door of the supermarket, I found the inside in complete disarray.

The shelves were overturned, and snacks, drinks, and daily necessities were scattered all over the floor, mixed with dried or undried bloodstains.

A dozen or so zombies dressed in school uniforms or shop assistant aprons wandered around inside—when the apocalypse broke out, those who reacted quickly escaped, while those who reacted slowly either mutated or didn't survive the first wave of slaughter.

As for those who escaped... exposed to the continuous bloodshed, their chances of survival are slim.

However, these thoughts only lingered in Lin Chen's mind for a moment before disappearing without a trace.

In his previous life, he had seen scenes a hundred times more tragic than this over the past five years, and his heart had long been worn down to the point of being as hard as stone.

This time, instead of drawing a gun, he pulled out a gleaming Tang sword from his spatial storage.

His figure moved like lightning, charging into the horde of zombies—with flashes of light, each strike was precise and ruthless, slashing at the zombies' neck joints with clean, decisive movements.

The dozen or so level one zombies couldn't surround him at all in the narrow space between the shelves, and they all collapsed in no time.

He casually picked up the zombie corpses and began a whirlwind "shopping spree": boxes of instant noodles, bottled water, individually packaged cookies and cakes, canned meat and vegetables, vacuum-packed cooked food, chocolate... he didn't even leave behind the lighters, batteries, towels, and tissues on the shelves.

In less than five minutes, he had collected everything in the supermarket that was still usable and edible, along with several intact shelves and freezers, into his supernatural space.

The supermarket, which was just a moment ago full, is now just an empty, desolate ruin, as clean as if it had been licked.

After clearing out the zombies on the first floor, Lin Chen arrived at the door of a tightly closed storage room inside the supermarket.

The door was a regular metal security door, which was tightly locked at the moment.

Instead of forcibly breaking down the door, he took out a thin, specially made wire from his spatial storage—a skill he had learned in his previous life from a lone superhuman who made a living by "lock picking." Although it wasn't top-notch, it was enough to deal with ordinary door locks.

He crouched down, bent the end of the wire at a specific angle, and gently inserted it into the keyhole. His fingers moved with extremely subtle movements, manipulating the pins inside the lock cylinder with practiced skill and quietness.

However, after fiddling with it for about half a minute, resistance came from inside the lock cylinder, but the door did not budge.

He frowned slightly and stopped moving.

Something's not right—this feel clearly indicates that someone locked the door from the inside.

Even more strangely, at such a close distance, with his enhanced hearing, he didn't hear any low growls of zombies or the screeching sound of fingernails scratching the door from behind the door.

This means that there are likely living people inside, and they are living people who are rational and know how to hide themselves.

Lin Chen's eyes sharpened instantly. He silently gripped the hilt of the Tang sword with his right hand, dragging the blade to his side, assuming a posture ready to launch a fatal strike at any moment.

The next second, spatial abilities were activated—

"Whoosh!"

With a flash, he passed directly through the thick metal door and appeared inside the storage room!

"Bang!"

The moment his feet touched the ground, he crashed solidly into a soft and warm body.

"Ouch—!" A short, panicked cry of pain broke the silence in the storage room, followed by a crisp cracking sound—it seemed that some glass item had fallen to the ground and shattered.

Judging from the sound, that might be the only "weapon" the other party had for self-defense.