True Apocalypse Game

A sacrifice to Shen Feng!?

The moment he heard this, Shen Feng froze. Then, it was as if bolts of lightning struck his mind, connecting all the scattered pieces. Suddenly, everything became crystal clear.

A theory instantly surfaced in his mind!

His face turned ashen.

’I’m right here, but the zombies outside are yelling about making a sacrifice to Shen Feng. That can only mean one thing:’

’They’re making a sacrifice to this world’s Shen Feng!’

Ever since entering this world and discovering the Salvation Army didn’t exist here, Shen Feng had taken it for granted that this world’s version of him was long dead, just like in the nuclear apocalypse wasteland.

But he had never considered another possibility.

’Why was the name Shen Feng carved into the murals and stone carvings on the altar of Spider Nest City?’

’Why was there even the phrase "Destructive Shen Feng" at the end?’

Originally, Shen Feng had thought it referred to the moment he arrived in this world and entered Spider Nest City, but he had never considered another possibility.

’Perhaps in this world, *he* was Destructive Shen Feng!’

’It wasn’t Yamaguchi Sora who destroyed this world—it was him, Shen Feng!’

Once you eliminate the other possibilities, whatever remains, however improbable, must be the truth.

His expression grim, Shen Feng waited for the hundred-odd zombies to pass, then immediately shouldered his backpack, readied his grenade launcher, and followed close behind them.

Out on the street, the hundred-plus zombies were forming an arc, closing in on a low-rise building.

The building was a small supermarket.

At the supermarket’s entrance lay a zombie, its head blown to smithereens.

Evidently, this was the zombie that had just been taken out.

The zombies’ movements were remarkably synchronized. Although they still staggered individually, their overall coordination was obvious. They were completely unlike the mindless zombies Shen Feng had encountered before.

And these zombies were even armed!

Some held wooden clubs or cleavers, and a few even had guns!

The scene was a real eye-opener for Shen Feng.

’Could it be that after the Master of the Void left, some of the zombies in this world gained their own intelligence and turned into monsters with human-like intellect?’

Shen Feng could also sense a strange field around the hundred-plus zombies. It felt like an odd electromagnetic network, as if formed by wireless communication signals.

The zombies had now reached the store. A few large, bloated ones at the forefront, with scraps of old door panels and sheet metal hanging off them, charged toward the entrance.

The store appeared deathly quiet, as if no one was inside.

But just as these bloated zombies reached the entrance, the crisp sound of gunfire suddenly erupted!

"RAT-TAT-TAT..."

The sound of an automatic rifle!

Bullets blew the heads of several bloated zombies to pieces.

But just as they were about to fall, a dozen muscular zombies rushed out from behind them, hoisted up the large zombie corpses, and began pushing them toward the store entrance like shields!

These zombies had actually learned to use tactics!

Using the bloated zombies’ corpses as meat shields, they pushed forward, quickly reaching the store entrance and forcing their way inside.

The humans hiding inside the store kept pulling their triggers, trying to stop them, but to no avail.

The bloated zombies still had iron plates hanging on them, which were impossible to shoot through quickly.

At the same time, the zombies in the back swarmed forward, about to rush through the entrance and capture the people inside alive.

THUMP... A soft sound suddenly came from behind the zombies. A grenade, looking like a large acorn, fell from the sky and landed right in the middle of the bloated zombie corpses.

"BOOM!"

The explosion scattered a huge number of steel balls and shrapnel in all directions, and the shockwave blew the upper half of one bloated zombie to bits!

Several surrounding zombies were instantly pierced by the steel balls and shrapnel, riddled with holes. The few whose brains were destroyed dropped to the ground.

"THUMP..."

Another soft thud of a grenade leaving its barrel, followed by the explosion of a second grenade, then a third... a fourth...

In the blink of an eye, several grenades had detonated in the middle of the zombie horde, reaping dozens of them like wheat in a field.

Most had their brains destroyed by the explosions. Others had their legs blown off or were riddled with holes, left to do nothing but crawl on the ground and wail.

The remaining zombies quickly turned their heads, scanning the surrounding buildings, trying to find where the grenades were coming from.

But Shen Feng was already well hidden behind a window, making it impossible for the zombies to see him.

"ROAR—" The dozens of remaining zombies let out a furious, unified roar. They didn’t linger, but turned and fled, running swiftly down the street and disappearing around the corner.

Clearly, their newfound consciousness allowed them to recognize they were at a complete disadvantage. Leaving first was their only chance of survival.

The zombie horde came and went quickly. The entire street immediately fell silent, the low growls and footsteps of the zombies gone, as if nothing had ever happened.

Even the ordinary zombies that had been shambling around were gone, perhaps swept away by the organized horde.

Shen Feng was in a second-floor bedroom across the street, observing the supermarket’s movements through a crack in the blinds.

Although he knew human survivors were hiding inside, and that he had just saved their lives, Shen Feng absolutely did not dare to approach them rashly.

’Who knows what these survivors have been through in this terrifying Biohazard apocalypse? Can they still tell friend from foe? Or have they developed a pure malice toward all other people?’

He needed to observe everything first.

’After all, in an environment this harsh, morality is just an illusion. He couldn’t expect these survivors to repay his kindness. He’d be lucky if they didn’t kill him and steal his supplies.’

Besides, he only wanted to use these people to observe the characteristics of that strange zombie horde.

Just then, a flurry of hurried footsteps came from the store, and three men in military uniforms, fully armed with automatic rifles, rushed out onto the street.

The three men looked at the zombies that had been blown to pieces and at the empty street, instantly realizing that someone had saved them.

Then, one of them looked around and shouted:

"Friend, where are you? Come with us, let’s get out of here! This place has become extremely dangerous. Those symbiote monsters will be back soon!"

Another man beside him, who had a mustache, looked around and said with a frown:

"Reyes, let’s just go. If we delay any longer, those monsters might really come back."

Reyes, a muscular man of about thirty, shook his head, gripping his automatic rifle tightly.

"Elu, we need to signal our mysterious savior to get out of here quickly. This could be a trap set by those damned symbiote monsters."

Elu grew anxious when he heard this and said hurriedly:

"Then we should leave even sooner! Aren’t we just turning ourselves into bait? Do you want to be torn to pieces and eaten alive by those monsters!?"

The other muscular man standing nearby, who was wearing sunglasses, immediately tried to smooth things over.

"He did save us, after all. Let’s wait ten more seconds. If there’s still no sign of him, it means our savior has already left. We also need to find a new hiding spot as soon as possible..."

At this, he paused, looked at Elu, and said:

"If Elu hadn’t insisted on drinking and broken that bottle, attracting the attention of the symbiote monsters, we could have stayed in this store for at least a few more months."

Elu replied sullenly:

"How can you blame me for that? I was just hoping to lift everyone’s spirits so we could endure that damn gloom in the basement..."

Across the street, on the second floor, Shen Feng had gotten a basic grasp of the three men’s situation. He was just about to reveal himself and signal that he meant no harm.

CRASH! Just then, the door behind him was suddenly smashed open, and several burly zombies armed with daggers and cleavers lunged at him!

The zombie in the lead had a smile on its half-rotten face as it spoke in a strange, garbled voice:

"Found. Human. Prey. Sacrifice!"