Happy days are not always peaceful and tranquil.
Otherwise, how could Yao Zuizui become He Si’s true love so soon and dispel all the darkness in his heart?
So Yao Zuizui ate while waiting, and finally, the day of opportunity arrived.
This is how it happened.
Two months had passed since the apocalypse.
The speed of zombie evolution was astonishing.
Human potential, however, was limitless.
As zombies grew stronger, human supernatural abilities advanced by leaps and bounds.
Gradually, humans discovered a pattern.
It seemed that all zombie movements were purposeful.
Moreover, it was as if an invisible hand was manipulating these zombies from the shadows.
Their actions were too systematic.
Just like human society, with its hierarchies and ranks, zombies also had multiple levels.
Lower-level zombies obeyed higher-level ones.
Human wisdom was boundless.
They devised a perfect solution to eliminate all zombies:
“To catch the bandits, first catch the king!”
If they could take out the zombie at the top of the pyramid, all problems would be resolved.
Thus, after more than a month of tracking step by step,
they started from the lowest-level zombies
and finally located the Zombie King’s hideout—
in a seaside villa in S City, which they called the “Zombie Empire.”
This information came at the cost of an entire exploration team.
It was the team leader who, before dying, desperately sent out the signal.
Naturally, He Si eliminated this team, converting its talented members into high-level zombies.
He never mentioned any of this to Yao Zuizui.
But Yao Zuizui had her suspicions.
She noticed that the number of zombies guarding the villa had increased.
More zombies patrolled inside as well.
Then one day, He Si asked her with a hint of anger, “Do you want to leave here?”
Her answer, of course, was a frantic shake of her head.
She had no desire to leave.
Here, she had meat to eat and hot water for baths.
Aside from being restrained by He Si while sleeping and having to hold his hand wherever she went,
this place was practically perfect.
She loved it here.
She didn’t want to leave.
He Si nodded and said nothing more.
He left the room alone, leaving Yao Zuizui behind.
He had prepared many books for her—an entire bookshelf filled with her favorites.
There were even more in his spatial storage. Whatever she liked, he could retrieve and place on the shelf for her.
While he was away on business, Yao Zuizui would read in the room, waiting for him.
When he returned, he would take her hand and lead her to the dining room,
where a feast of delicious dishes awaited.
Yao Zuizui grinned from ear to ear.
One day, after finishing a romance novel,
she sighed over the love story, wondering when she would find a perfect man who would be utterly devoted to her.
Though in a previous world, Suhei had been devoted to her,
he was a villain—a twisted, morally bankrupt freak.
She would never willingly be with someone like that.
If not forced by circumstances, she wouldn’t have given him the time of day.
As she closed the book, tears of emotion still glistening in her eyes, He Si walked in.
The moment he saw her tears, his expression darkened.
He rushed to her side, gripping her shoulders. “What’s wrong?”
“Ouch!” Yao Zuizui winced. His grip was too strong!
He loosened his hold slightly, but his frown deepened. “What happened?”
“Nothing… I was just moved by this book…” She waved the novel in her hand.
He Si glanced down, memorizing the author’s name on the cover.
Daring to make her cry?
Tomorrow, he’d check if this author had turned into a zombie yet.
If she had, he’d torment her tenfold, just like Feng Ran.
If not, he’d turn her into a zombie immediately and then torment her properly.
If Yao Zuizui had known that her love for a novel would doom its author to such inhumane treatment,
she would’ve stuck to fluffy romance stories!
If the author knew she’d been blacklisted by a Zombie King, she’d be speechless with despair.
Was writing a good story now a death sentence?!
With a dark expression, He Si led Yao Zuizui downstairs.
Only when her tear-streaked face brightened at the sight of food did his mood lighten slightly.
Yao Zuizui eyed the dishes on the table—all her favorites.
She picked up her chopsticks, eating with pure satisfaction.
He Si leaned back in his chair, watching her with lazy amusement.
They sat side by side, forcing him to turn his head just to look at her.
Yet this odd posture had become his habit for two months.
Yao Zuizui wanted to ask if it was uncomfortable,
but when she met the intense, unreadable focus in his dark eyes,
she pretended not to notice.
Best to ignore this weirdo!
Pretend she was alone here.
Ah, this rice is so fragrant!
Ah, this meat is so tender!
Ah, this soup is so delicious!
Just as she was happily devouring her meal, a sudden sense of danger struck her.
It was the kind of instinctive reaction one had before death—
etched into her very soul.
She turned and saw an arrow slicing through the air, heading straight for He Si.
But she was sitting right beside him.
The arrow would pierce her skull before reaching him!
Acting on instinct, she dropped her chopsticks and bowl, lunging to shield He Si.
If she had to die, she wanted to leave a good impression.
Dying to save him might just earn her a place in his heart forever!
So she threw herself over him, protecting his head with her own body.
He Si had sensed the arrow too.
But he had a problem.
This arrow was the combined power of humanity’s strongest supernatural beings.
A precision strike.
Though it looked like a simple projectile, it carried energy capable of leveling all of S City.
The arrow was locked onto him.
It wouldn’t stop until it hit him, triggering an explosion.
He couldn’t dodge it.
Once locked on, the arrow could curve, dive, or follow him anywhere.
He could only try to neutralize its energy, but it was already too close, still deadly.
And now this fool was blocking its path.
The arrow’s energy was designed to kill zombies.
For a human like Yao Zuizui, it would only act as a normal arrow, without the corrosive effects.
But He Si still didn’t want her hurt.
The arrow was seconds away from piercing her back.
He tried to switch places with her,
but she arched her back—
and the arrow tore through her.
A gaping hole appeared inches from her heart.
Her blood diluted the arrow’s remaining energy, leaving it harmless.
He Si easily dispelled what was left.
But Yao Zuizui collapsed in his arms.
Pale from blood loss, she smiled weakly. “I blocked it for you…”
“Are you stupid?” He scowled, scolding her harshly.
Laying her on the floor, he poured his energy into healing her.
But the wound was too severe.
Blood pooled around her, nearly forming a small stream.
He sealed the hole in her skin, yet her face grew paler.
Her body was drained of blood, her skin sagging.
Without his energy sustaining her, she’d have died already.
She forced a smile, her eyelids heavy.
“He Si, stop…” she gasped.
No more wasting energy on her.
If he just remembered her, that would be enough.
Better yet, if he cherished her as his one true love.
Yao Zuizui thought this might be the end of this world.
If she failed, how would she face the Immortal Venerable?
Would she even get another chance?
He Si held her tightly, his expression bordering on madness.
In her memory, he was always elegant, composed, unshakable.
Even if the sky fell, he’d smile calmly, deep and restrained.
This was the first time she’d seen him so frantic, so desperate.
A faint smile touched her lips.
She should be satisfied. Maybe… she’d succeeded.
Before she died.
He Si’s energy surged into her body relentlessly.
But sustaining a dying person was futile—
like pouring water into a sieve.
Exhaustion weighed on him.
He’d never been this tired.
Yet he couldn’t stop.
He needed to see her alive again.
He couldn’t accept her death.
Not at all.
No matter the cost, he’d save her.
So he lifted her and ran.
Out of the villa.
Out of S City.
Burning every ounce of his energy at top speed.
When he arrived at the human temporary base outside S City—
a stronghold built by supernatural beings to destroy him—
the world’s most powerful fighters stood ready.
All of them tensed, energy gathering in their palms.
He stopped hundreds of meters away, facing them.
His voice was low, raw with grief:
“Transfuse blood. Save her.”
He ruled a Zombie Empire, yet he had no human blood to give her.
The fighters quickly grasped the situation.
So the Zombie King had a weakness, an Achilles’ heel.
Good.
Their leader set the terms:
“One milliliter of blood for her, and you destroy ten of your high-level zombies.”
“Deal.” He Si agreed without hesitation.
The fighters exchanged glances.
They knew—
this was their one and only chance.
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