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

The convoy rolled over the wet asphalt, its tires kicking up fine sprays of water.

Blood rain pounded against the car window, making a monotonous and continuous soft sound, as if heaven and earth were whispering for this migration after the catastrophe, with a somber rhythm.

Ten minutes later, the Tinglan Hotel appeared in the rain.

Lin Chen brought the bus to a steady stop under the wide eaves of the main entrance and jumped off first.

His sharp gaze swept across the slightly messy yet still impressive lobby, where several zombies dressed in security guard uniforms or hotel work clothes were wandering aimlessly.

The Tang sword was drawn silently, and with a few swift and clean thrusts and slashes, the threats were eliminated.

After collecting the body and confirming that the lobby was temporarily safe, he signaled the people in the car to get off, and then put the empty bus back into his storage space.

The vehicles behind followed one after another, and under the organization of Li Ya, Su Yun and others, the group quickly and orderly entered the hotel lobby, avoiding the blood rain falling outside.

The air was filled with a faint musty smell and a scent unique to upscale hotels, a mixture of fragrance and cleaning agents, but at this moment, there was a subtle, almost imperceptible stench of decay mixed in with the smell.

Lin Chen walked to the front desk, rummaged around for a moment, and pulled out a heavy bunch of room keys and key cards from the drawer.

"Go to the top floor; it's relatively easier to defend there." His voice echoed in the empty lobby.

Li Ya walked at the back of the group in tacit agreement, her eyes scanning the passages and safety doors behind and to the sides warily.

The group ascended the fire escape staircase, which was covered with a thick carpet. Any zombies that showed their heads were killed on sight.

The Tinglan Hotel has fifteen floors, with the top two floors housing the expensive presidential suite and luxury suite.

Perhaps because the apocalypse occurred outside of peak tourist season or a major conference period, the entire building was unusually quiet, even eerily empty. But this silence was all the more unsettling, because you never knew which tightly closed door might suddenly unleash a deadly threat.

Occasionally, faint crashing sounds or inhuman growls would emanate from deep within a certain floor, clearly reminding everyone that danger was never truly far away.

The process of clearing the fifteenth floor went relatively smoothly, with only a few encounters with zombies dressed in black suits, possibly mutated bodyguards or businessmen. Lin Chen handled them without any pressure.

When he pushed open the door to the presidential suite at the end of the corridor, which had the best view and the largest area, the scene that came into view made him pause slightly.

The suite's living room was a mess, with the coffee table overturned and vases shattered. A female zombie dressed in a business suit (OL attire) and with disheveled hair was frantically banging her body against and scratching at the solid wood door of the bedroom inside, making urgent hoarse noises in her throat and her fingernails scraping the door panel with a harsh sound.

There's someone in the bedroom!

The female zombie noticed the movement behind her, turned around abruptly, and her grayish-white, cloudy eyes instantly locked onto Lin Chen. With a roar, she pounced on him, baring her teeth and claws, seemingly a fraction faster than ordinary zombies.

Lin Chen remained expressionless, raised his hand, and pulled the trigger of the pistol he had been holding.

"Bang!"

The gunshot sounded particularly jarring in the luxurious suite. The bullet pierced the zombie's forehead precisely, abruptly halting its forward momentum as it fell backward.

Lin Chen stepped over the corpse and walked to the tightly closed bedroom door. He listened intently; there was only deathly silence inside. He raised his hand and tapped lightly on the smooth door with his knuckles.

"Is anyone there? It's safe now, you can come out." His voice was calm, revealing little emotion.

There was no response from inside the door.

He knocked twice more, this time with slightly more force: "We're alive, the zombies outside are dealt with."

There remained an unsettling silence.

Lin Chen frowned, no longer hesitated, took half a step back, and kicked the door near the lock!

"Bang!" The sturdy door swung open and crashed heavily against the inner wall.

The bedroom was dimly lit, with heavy curtains drawn. A figure stood stiffly beside the bed, clutching a heavy decorative vase tightly in his hand, his knuckles white from the force.

That's a woman.

She was only wearing a thin, burgundy silk slip dress, revealing large expanses of fair skin and the graceful lines of her collarbones. Her long hair was disheveled and draped over her shoulders, her face was as pale as paper, and her eyes and the tip of her nose were slightly red, clearly indicating that she had been in a state of extreme tension and fear for a long time.

However, none of this could conceal her stunning beauty. Her features were exquisitely sculpted, as if by a master craftsman, her eyebrows and eyes like a painting. Even in her disheveled and terrified state, she was still breathtakingly beautiful, possessing a surreal and stunning quality.

Upon realizing that the intruders were a group of living people, and that apart from the cold-looking man with a gun at the head, almost all of the others who followed were women, the woman's tense shoulders relaxed imperceptibly for a moment, and her hand, which had been tightly gripping the vase, also lowered slightly, as if she had finally unloaded a heavy burden, but her eyes still retained a sense of vigilance and confusion.

"Are you... a rescue team?" Her voice was soft, trembling with the shock of surviving a disaster, and a faint glimmer of hope.

Lin Chen shook his head, calmly scrutinizing her: "No. Who are you?"

The woman paused, seemingly surprised that the other person neither revealed their identity nor offered any comfort, but instead directly asked a question. She pursed her bloodless lips and answered softly, "Liu Feifei."

"Liu Feifei?" Lin Chen frowned slightly. The name seemed familiar, but after the apocalypse, he was busy stockpiling supplies, and his memories from before his rebirth were intertwined with his experiences in this life, so he couldn't immediately make a connection.

Jiang Yingxue and Jiang Yingyue, standing nearby, both brightened up at the same time. Jiang Yingyue couldn't help but lean closer to Lin Chen's ear and excitedly whisper, "Brother Lin! It's Liu Feifei! That 'National Little Fairy'! Super popular! She acted in 'Star River Dream' and 'Spring Confession'! You forgot? There's even her name tag at the subway entrance!"

Lin Chen suddenly realized. Oh, it's that celebrity. Before the apocalypse, her posters and videos were indeed everywhere; she was hailed as a rising star with both beauty and acting skills.

Having been reborn, he focused all his attention on survival, planning, and improving his strength. He had no time to pay attention to the stars on the screen. At this moment, even the most dazzling stars are just survivors in need of protection in the apocalypse.

"Why are you here all alone?" Lin Chen's tone softened slightly, but it was still direct.

Liu Feifei seemed unaccustomed to this conversation style lacking in small talk, but she still answered honestly, her voice growing softer and softer, filled with lingering fear: "I came to Guangzhou to film a new movie... I finished work late the day before yesterday, and slept in yesterday morning. I had just woken up and wanted to go to the living room for a drink of water when I saw... I saw my agent, Sister Zhang... She became very strange and lunged at me... I was terrified and could only run back to my bedroom and lock the door... I've been hiding ever since."

As she finished speaking, her eyes welled up with tears, and the pent-up fear and helplessness finally turned into tears, silently streaming down her pale cheeks. But she immediately turned her head away, biting her lower lip hard, stubbornly refusing to let herself cry out, though her shoulders trembled slightly.

Lin Chen was speechless. The reasons for surviving in this apocalypse were truly bizarre. Who would have thought that a highly sought-after female celebrity, surrounded by admirers, could survive simply by "sleeping in," thus avoiding the initial and most chaotic outbreak of infection?

He didn't say any comforting words, but simply told Su Yun beside him, "Su Yun, stay here with her for a while and let her calm down." At the same time, he casually put the corpse of "Sister Zhang" in the living room into his spatial storage to avoid upsetting Liu Feifei.