Chapter 2

The security door was open, and in the stairwell outside lay a corpse with a mangled head. This was the zombie that Zhao Bin had killed in a fit of madness last night. Zhao Bin examined the clothing of the two zombies. Although their facial features had been completely distorted due to the mutation, he still recognized from their attire that these two were the newlywed couple from next door, who had moved in less than a month ago.

Zhao Bin felt a sudden impact as the back of his head struck the floor, and his vision gradually blurred. He seemed to see a zombie screaming as it rolled away from his body. A strong stench of decay filled his nostrils. The bright lights of the living room dimmed in his eyes. The sounds around him seemed to gradually fade away, receding into the distance, until they were completely inaudible. A wave of numbness enveloped his entire body, making him feel as if he had completely lost his physical form. There was no sensation, no sight, no hearing, and eventually, even his sense of smell and taste vanished entirely.

Zhao Bin moved his body a bit and cleaned himself up in the bathroom. He found some biscuits and swallowed a few bites along with some bottled water from the water dispenser. The living room was filled with a foul odor, making it impossible for him to eat anything.

No! Not right! Zhao Bin's expression changed dramatically. This time, the sound of friction was no longer just from two hands, but clearly doubled. This indicated that another zombie had arrived

Zhao Bin, feeling a lingering fear, touched the scarred wound on the back of his head. If someone had helped him last night, he definitely would not have been in such a predicament

Get lost

Even after transforming himself into a lich, the mage ultimately could not withstand the decay of time after thousands of years. In the end, as a legendary powerhouse, he expended countless top-tier resources to construct a vast time-space tunnel array, sending the lich's soul into the boundless expanse of time and space at the very moment when the lich was completely eroded by time.

I do not know when this wound will heal He felt a faint pain spreading from the back of his head throughout his body

In his dreams, he is a powerful wizard, born into a noble family, and has had a strong interest in magic since childhood

Zhao Bin slowly opened his eyes. The glaring light caused him to quickly shut them again. A wave of heat radiated from his left eyelid. He sensed the condition of his body. A pervasive soreness coursed through him, clearly a symptom of overexertion.

The heavy sound of impact echoed in his ears. A faint howling came from outside the door, followed by the collision, as black blood splattered, occasionally accompanied by some thick white liquid. The original color of the wooden stake had completely turned black.

He devoted himself to research and study, with countless texts and knowledge flashing by like an ocean throughout his long life. However, it is unfortunate that his talent was not particularly strong, and the numerous resources and knowledge from his family could not help him overcome the final limitation—lifespan

"Alright. I never expected that it wasn't a dream; it must be from my past life." A look of joy flashed across Zhao Bin's face. However, the stench of decay in the living room brought him back to reality.

On the right side of Zhao Bin, there lay a corpse with pale skin, its blood-red eyes wide open and its large mouth filled with sharp fangs gaping open. The head of the zombie, devoid of any hair, had a black hole the size of a finger. This was likely the cause of its death

He reached back to touch the back of his head again. After applying a bit of pressure, surprisingly, it no longer hurt at all

Zhao Bin calmly and meticulously adjusted the wooden stake, aligning the side with the protruding iron nails towards the zombie

Zhao Bin looked at himself as he traversed the main material plane, passed through the Crystal Wall System, and crossed countless universes through the power of the space-time array. He finally arrived in this world, becoming a person named Zhao Bin. The powerful shock generated by his crossing caused the soul of the Lich to automatically fall into a dormant protective state. Therefore, this person named Zhao Bin was completely unaware of his origins. He went through school, graduated, and worked just like an ordinary person. However, the originally gloomy and rational nature of the Lich, who enjoyed research, influenced Zhao Bin. He developed a fondness for darkness, a thirst for knowledge, and a dislike for noise, which led Zhao Bin to have poor interpersonal relationships.

Zhao Bin leaned against the wall in the corner and began to experiment with spells one by one, recalling the memories of his past life

Roar

If the wound is contaminated with zombie blood, one is certain to sacrifice oneself and become one of them

In fact, it might be better to die like this, since the world is on the brink of destruction anyway. He thought this nonchalantly, embodying a sense of resignation akin to breaking a pot that is already broken.

He moved his right hand with some difficulty, the wooden stake still bound to his arm, and there was not a sound to be heard around him. The silence was utterly lifeless. He could still distinctly smell the unique stench of decay emanating from the zombies.

"No! We cannot let it continue like this, or it will attract more zombies," Zhao Bin hurriedly jogged to the storage room. He turned on the light. He picked up a wooden stake as thick as an adult's arm, one of the leftover materials from the last renovation. In addition, the storage room was piled high with a large amount of leftover wood and some coal prepared for the winter, weighing several thousand pounds. This took up ninety percent of the entire storage room's space. In addition, the storage room was piled high with a large amount of leftover wood and some coal prepared for the winter, weighing several thousand pounds. This took up ninety percent of the entire storage room's space

Bang ! ! ''

Zhao Bin glanced at the zombies on the ground, knowing that he must clear out all four households on these two floors. The families on the top floor and the fifth floor had initially collaborated to install a heavy iron door at the stairway entrance of the fifth floor to prevent theft, with the costs shared among the four families. This heavy iron door effectively isolated the fifth and sixth floors from the lower levels. If it could be ensured that there were no zombie threats on the fifth and sixth floors, then the resources of these four households could be consolidated. The survival rate would also significantly increase. Of course, it would be even better if any survivors were found during the search. Relying on one person's strength is indeed not secure.

Zhao Bin had a dream about books. It was a very strange dream

Bang! The security door suddenly emitted a loud sound, as if something had collided with it.

Close the security door properly. It was only then that Zhao Bin noticed the chandelier in the living room had lost its light. He tried the switch, but there was no issue.

Zhao Bin carefully examined the wooden stake, positioning the protruding rusty nails outward as a point of attack. He then rushed into the bedroom and pulled out his winter coat, putting on three layers with great force, wrapping himself up to appear significantly bulkier. Next, he found a roll of tape and wrapped the wooden stake around his arm. The wooden stake, over one meter long, instantly transformed into a weapon of considerable lethality

The sound of friction from the main door continued to persist. Zhao Bin quietly approached, placing his finger on the light switch on the wall beside the door, ready to turn it on at any moment

He clearly felt a heavy object being pushed aside by him. Without waiting to see what exactly was at the door, he gritted his teeth and frantically struck the wooden stake outward.

Suddenly, a dark shadow lunged in.

He forcefully wedged a thick wooden stake with his right hand between the zombie and himself, effectively isolating the zombie from Zhao Bin.

I hope to recover soon; otherwise, without sufficient nutritional supplementation, my body will surely become weaker and weaker

Suddenly, a strange sequence of characters flowed through Zhao Bin's mind. Unconsciously, he began to chant in this peculiar language.

Zhao Bin's expression changed, and his right hand, bound to the wooden stake, was raised again

Is everything in dreams real? This is... this is a level-zero spell for treating minor injuries. Is it really effective? Suddenly, an unprecedented surprise completely liberated Zhao Bin from his fear of the future

He took off his coat, untied the blood-stained wooden post, and threw all the filth into the foul-smelling living room. To release the stench, Zhao Bin had to quietly open the window for ventilation through the aluminum panel. Then he closed the lattice door of the living room and entered the bedroom where supplies were piled up.

Zhao Bin, dragging his aching body, checked himself. Aside from a bit of blood on the back of his head, his right hand, which held a wooden stake, had some abrasions. He glanced at the dark red blood of the zombie on the ground, less than half a meter away from where he lay, and felt a shiver of fear. This half meter is the distance between a human and a zombie

It seems to be an issue with the power supply bureau. However, the power outage was also anticipated. After all, the entire world is within the infection zone; can we still expect the power supply bureau to operate normally? It is likely that the power plant has also encountered problems. It is already quite remarkable that it managed to sustain operations until last night

The midday sunlight fortuitously streamed through a small gap between the curtains and the aluminum panel, shining directly upon him. It also brought a touch of brightness to the entire living room

After waiting for more than ten seconds, as his eyes slowly adjusted to the brightness, Zhao Bin began to examine himself and his surroundings

Bang

A faint white light emanated from his right hand, quickly forming a ball of white mist that gathered at the back of his head. A cool sensation arose from the back of his head. Zhao Bin stood frozen in place.

Zhao Bin frantically struck towards the door until no sound could be heard from outside. Only then did he wearily stop.

Not right! Why is there only one? What about the other one?

Am I going to die? he thought to himself. Unable to see, hear, smell, touch, or taste. All five senses completely shut off

He took a deep breath. He took out his phone and opened it, facing it directly in front of him. Only after fully adapting to this level of brightness did he suddenly press the switch for the living room light.

With a loud bang, the living room was suddenly illuminated, and the sound of friction outside the security door ceased. Zhao Bin gripped the doorknob tightly and pushed it outward with all his strength

In the midst of the struggle, the zombie seemed to grow impatient, suddenly raising its head and violently crashing towards Zhao Bin's head.

He found himself completely engulfed in a haze

The zombies were frantically tearing at Zhao Bin's clothes, but due to the high defensive quality of the three coats, they were unable to break through the fabric for the time being. They could only claw and bite at Zhao Bin wildly.

What should I do? What should I do? Zhao Bin desperately used a wooden stake to keep the zombie's tooth-filled mouth at bay. Instead, he felt a sense of calm in his heart; at this critical moment between life and death, he seemed to have cast aside his fear and panic. His senses became exceptionally acute

First, clean up the body. He took out a pair of rubber gloves and then dragged the corpse lying in the living room out. As for cleaning the stairwell and ensuring the safety of the fifth and sixth floors, now is not the time.

There are hardly any loud sounds outside. Occasionally, one can hear a couple of noises resembling gunshots, but they quickly fade into silence. There should still be a few survivors, but Zhao Bin knows they cannot hold out for long. Without electricity, without water, even the tap water requires electricity to pump. Without electricity, where would the tap water come from? No one can survive for an extended period in a place without water and electricity

A pale, bloodied zombie face howled as it crazily lunged to bite at Zhao Bin's neck

He now needs some time to sort out how much strength he still possesses in his dreams

Looking at the phone, it is Thursday, May 5th, and the time is now 11:20 AM. This means he has been in a coma for a whole night and the entire morning since last night.

Zhao Bin felt a sudden dizziness, and then he was knocked to the ground by a shadow.

Then the zombie virus outbreak occurred, and Zhao Bin fought frantically against two zombies. In the end, he lay on the floor tiles, his eyes vacant, fainting away, with a faint trickle of bright red seeping from the back of his head

In the black void, he simply imagined himself lying flat with his eyes closed. His thoughts gradually became muddled, until he knew nothing at all and fell into a complete stupor

This is a placeholder text and does not contain any translatable content.

After a brief silence, the sound of friction arose once more

Looking out through the light of the living room, a body, barely recognizable as human, lay at the doorway like a tattered doll, its head battered beyond recognition, and the stench of decay wafted continuously into the room

Bang bang bang bang ... ...