I am the Zombie King of the Apocalyptic World
Chapter 1620 - 1614: Offering All I Have to This Land

Chapter 1620: Chapter 1614: Offering All I Have to This Land

Facing Crooked Neck’s astonished expression and surprised tone, Ghost Head replied in a very calm voice.

Behind him, Brother Shi was also caught off guard when he heard Ghost Head’s words. His expression as he looked at him was very complicated. Just because his brother died, he was ridiculously driven by an impulse in his heart to go back and take revenge. It seemed childish. But what he was doing—avenging his brother—was only part of the reason. The other part was actually his own vengeance against the world.

His brother might have seen him as someone who feared death and clung to life, but little did he know that a person without ties also has no scruples. For someone like this, the worst outcome is just death. The impulsiveness had strengthened his heart, filling it with an unprecedented courage. Brother Shi didn’t know how long this courage would last, when it might fade away, but he shouldn’t waste it.

When he learned his brother had already died on the Second District Battlefield, he realized that when a person can no longer find a reason to live, the resulting confusion is so overwhelming. Perhaps that’s just the burden that intelligence brings. After all, even low-level zombies, with no capacity for thought, still possess the innate instinct to fight for survival.

He hoped it was all a dream, that he would awaken and continue down this unfinished journey. But the stark reality forced him to abandon his desire to keep living. Yet life is precious, courage should not be wasted, and neither should life itself. Just like his brother once said, his effort could one day be that final push to sustain something greater, and his own efforts were the same—small, yet indispensable.

His decision to return to Dangerous Sanctuary City had its own reasons, but why was Ghost Head going back?

He didn’t ask. Silently, he observed. Crooked Neck, at the driver’s seat, tilted his head as he looked at Ghost Head for a moment. His expression, like Brother Shi’s, was somewhat complicated. He didn’t understand but didn’t ask. Slowly, his left foot pressed the brake, and the car began to decelerate.

"You two... Yong, they’re both going back. Are you going to continue to White Wing Base, or..."

Crooked Neck directed the question at Yong, as it was probably hardest for him under the circumstances. Four people in the car, three had decided to go back. The remaining one, Yong, would either be forced to go with them or head to White Wing Base alone. Given the issue of group dynamics, it was highly unlikely the car would remain Yong’s.

Yong looked at Crooked Neck, his face expressionless, vacant, seemingly unsure of how to respond to Crooked Neck’s half-formed words. His ability to comprehend the subtle implications behind the words was limited.

At that moment, Brother Shi, perhaps unwilling to make things difficult for Yong, spoke in a low voice: "Yong, if you want to go to White Wing Base, you can take the car. We’ll split the Yajin with you. We’re not too far from Dangerous Sanctuary City; if we move quickly on foot, we’ll arrive by about two or three in the afternoon at most."

After saying this, Brother Shi looked at Yong, observing his reaction. His words made Yong understand the meaning. Yong shook his head and replied in awkward Chinese, "I’ll go with you..."

"We’re not forcing you. You’re free to choose. Don’t feel you need to worry about anything."

Hearing Yong’s response, Brother Shi thought Yong was afraid of being singled out if his opinion differed from the group. He immediately reassured him.

But after listening, Yong tilted his head, looking at Brother Shi with confusion, as if he didn’t understand why he was saying such things.

Seeing this, Brother Shi felt an urge to scratch his head in exasperation. He had come to understand that Yong, this "strange person," was completely unsuited for interpersonal communication! With no other options, he could only ask directly, "Are you sure you want to come with us?"

Yong nodded, and everyone saw his response. The next second, Crooked Neck stepped hard on the brake, and the car came to a stop by the roadside.

"Alright, since we’re all going back, I’ll go back too. But once we reach Sanctuary City, I won’t stick with you. I need to find my son and the others."

Crooked Neck’s words elicited no objection from anyone. Brother Shi was determined to fight the zombies to the death. Ghost Head’s intentions for returning remained unknown. Yong, like a robot, followed along without any opinions of his own. However, Crooked Neck could foresee that none of their choices would lead to anything good. He only wanted to find his wife and children as quickly as possible and take his family to White Wing Base together.

Crooked Neck turned the steering wheel, and the car reversed direction, retracing the road they had just traveled. As they drove, unable to suppress his curiosity, Crooked Neck finally asked Ghost Head, "Ghost Head, what are you going back for? You don’t seem to have any reason to."

Ghost Head looked out the window, his expression profound, a reflection of the thoughts coursing through his mind. The emotions in his eyes were complex, an ocean of feelings in motion.

"I don’t know why I’m going back, either. Maybe Brother Shi moved me... By the way, since you want to avenge your brother, what’s your plan after going back?"

"Rejoin the military faction. I just need them to give me one chance. With my laser weapon, the zombies I kill will definitely be more than just one! That’s my plan. What about you?"

"Same as you. Rejoin the military faction and fight against the tide of zombies!"

"But... why?"

"Last night, I thought about a lot of things, too many to explain fully. Each of us has different experiences, and you might not understand even if I explain. The things I once had, I may never have again, but... perhaps I can make it possible for others to experience them. That’s my reason for going back."

Ghost Head continued gazing out the window, his eyes filled only with regret. When he learned about Brother Shi’s brother’s death on the Second District Battlefield, he was truly moved. However, what stirred him wasn’t pity for Brother Shi’s loss. It was the realization that what he longed for wasn’t the same situation but those years when everything and everyone remained unchanged.

What he loved wasn’t merely the sight of farmland, clear streams, curling smoke, and winding paths. It was also the small stove-side drinks, the bustling alleyways, the skewers carrying a familiar aroma, and the people who ate barbecue with him—the fleeting moments of human life’s ordinariness and warmth.

What he loved was everything from before the Apocalypse, not the Apocalypse itself.

From the start of his memories, his thoughts began to rewind. He recalled every moment of his growth. Those memories, worn thin and blurred over the years, began to surface. They existed in his mind but were also carried by the terrain beneath his feet.

An inexplicable emotion began to stir. In that moment, he suddenly understood the thoughts of great men throughout the river of time. Perhaps just now, his heart resonated with theirs.

Upon this land, he was born, in a season of blossoming spring, and soon, he would die in the icy cold of winter.

Returning to Dangerous Sanctuary City—perhaps it was for himself. But if he died, what good would it bring?

If he perished, his body would merge with this land. One day, perhaps someone else would witness what he longed to see.

"Let everything I have be offered to this land..."

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