I am the Zombie King of the Apocalyptic World
Chapter 456 - 453 Yajin_1

Chapter 456: Chapter 453 Yajin_1

The dying rays of the blood-red sun cast a crooked shadow on the pockmarked ground below. A military truck drove past with its rapid spinning wheels splashing dirty water, tainted with impure blood, from the potholes. From the vehicle, somebody casually tosses out a piece of rotten meat. The hand that did this was smooth, soft as jade. The chucked meat was teeming with sickening flies.

Thump~

With a light thud, the chunk of rotten meat fell into the pool of blood. Nearby, the soldier in his hazmat suit bowed his head to the departing truck. After it disappeared, the artificially charming smile left the soldier’s face, replaced by a cold expression.

He lifted his foot, kicking the discarded meat under a rusty pole which had a worn sign hanging from it, indicating: [Third Block]

A beggar shuffled over, dressed in tatters, picked up the meat flung by the soldier, and bit into it without hesitation. Occasionally, a red feather fell from the sky, which he swiftly snagged and stuffed into his mouth.

Whenever the red birds flew above, the feathers that fell from their bodies became a delicacy for the beggars. These birds were like benevolent angels, leaving behind gifts for them.

After a few bites of the rotten meat, the beggar wore a grin of satisfaction. His body, which had long been deprived of calories, was once again replenished. He felt his blood boiling with energy!

"Not enough! Not enough! I need more to eat!"

The beggar bit viciously into his food. The plump, worm-like maggots burst open in his mouth, spilling green juice. Some of it dripped down from the corner of his mouth, which he promptly slurped back up, growling in primal hunger. The meat tasted awful, exceptionally awful, carrying a mix of diesel and rotting flesh.

But for those who have gone without food for so long, these were precious calories. It seemed like the birds pitied him, flocking overhead and showering him with a hail of red feathers. The beggar caught armful after armful.

The rotten meat exploded in his taste buds. It was foul and it was filthy.

The red feathers were split into tiny pieces between his yellow, filth-covered teeth. The tiny feathers tangled around the taste buds, smooth and tender, and a little sweet, neutralizing the disgusting taste of rotten meat.

"Not enough! Give me more, more and more!" he shouted while eating. His almost incoherent mumbling was barely audible, sounding almost like a sob to the others.

One of the soldiers did respond to his demand, but instead of giving him more food, he was given a non-edible iron peanut!

Boom!

The echo of a gunshot disappeared into the wind as smoke wafted out of the muzzle of his firearm. A tiny burst of blood exploded from the back of the beggar’s head, and with a thud, he fell to the ground, twitching for a moment like a grub before falling still. The piece of meat in his hand dropped back into the bloody pool.

Mom... mom..."

His consciousness started to blur. The beggar opened his mouth, but no intelligible words came out. Various images danced before his eyes. He tried to stop them, but they were unrelenting. His fading consciousness sank into an endless darkness. The only audible word was "mom", a sorrowful whisper encapsulating the greatest regret of his life.

"Damn! Can’t you see what’s written there? Crossed the line, didn’t you, stupid goddamned thing!"

The soldier who shot him cursed and hauled the beggar’s body to one side. A group of people walked by. Amidst them, a masked young man silently pulled out a dagger as he passed the soldier who shot the beggar.

Splutch!

The sound of the blade sinking into flesh. The dagger entered and exited the soldier’s belly multiple times. His rapturous expression hidden behind his mask with a terrifying grin, spilling drops of blood from the corners of his mouth torn wide open.

"Go... die..."

Splutch! Splutch! Splutch!

Stab after stab followed, driven by his insane killing intent. More and more blood flowed out, mingling with the pool of blood that came from the dying beggar’s head, before flowing into the puddle of filthy water in the road’s pothole.

The soldier’s face turned into a mask of terror, unable to believe that there was someone who dared to attack him here, and even kill him. However, the agony was too intense, leaving him speechless.

It was painful, unbearably painful! He couldn’t breathe, and he couldn’t imagine that this was how the beggar felt when he died.

His gaze turned vacant, his eyes lost focus. The scenes of his life, much like those of the beggar he’d just killed, rapidly raced through his mind. Finally, his breath ceased.

Chen Chaoyang propped up the dead man, putting his assault rifle in between them, the barrel pointing to the ground and the butt into the dead soldier’s waist. From behind, it looked as if the soldier was dragging the beggar’s body along.

As Chen Chaoyang left with the crowd, other soldiers on duty completely missed the incident. Even the evolved humans among them didn’t maintain a monitoring stance due to the presence of Tang Ye and Ah Fu. The soldiers sensed an intense aura of blood emanating from the two zombies, so they didn’t dare to interfere. Instead, they put on ingratiating expressions, letting Tang Ye and his group pass, oblivious to the strange occurrences.

The Third Block is the only orderly place in the Qinshan Base. It is a trading zone where various rules are established to keep the morally decadent society in check. These rules dictate that while chaos can reign elsewhere, it is forbidden in the Third Block!

Because of the safety it offers, ordinary people can get resources to survive. If a commoner manages to make an unexpected find outside, they can sell it in the Third Block.

Only in the Third Block can the weak sell their things. Outside it, if a commoner has something of value, they are either robbed by the evolved humans or by other ordinary people teaming up against them.

The order in the Third Block protects everyone – except for those wanted by the authorities. Anyone entering the block for trade or setting up a stall has to pay an entrance fee, which grants them the right to stay in the Block for twelve hours.

In this post-apocalyptic world, as long as ordinary people can afford it, they could pay one Yajin to safely spend the night here. Even without payment, one could enter, provided they had the strength to deter any attempt to collect the entry fee.

Those without enough strength were permitted in too, as long as they were not detected. Once found, however, they would be walking down the path of death!

A teenager walked into the Qinshan Bank in the Third Block. He held a smartphone, his entire body covered in blood. He approached the counter and said, "Exchange! Exchange it all!"

The bank teller held no objection towards him. She took his smartphone, scanned the QR code on it and with a ping, she walked away, wearing a small smile. After a bit, she returned with a case and placed it in front of the teen.

"Sir, this is the Yajin you exchanged for."

"Fine, go on with your work."

The teenager replied impatiently. He looked weak and haggard, and his aura was listless. He picked up the case and walked to one side. Opening it, he saw it was full of transparent crystal pieces.

He grabbed a handful of the crystals, stuffing them into his mouth while muttering to himself.

"Yajin? What the hell is this?" Tang Ye, looking at a sign that said [Sleep-wake Bud 0.6 Yajin]asked Chen Chaoyang.

"It’s extracted from Evolution Crystals. A Level 1 Evolution Crystal can yield between 6 to 17 pieces of Yajin."