I hacked through the chaotic world with my blade
Chapter 175 - 089 Lin Fan: Feeling Like Twenty Bulls Are Not Enough for Me to Fight_4

Chapter 175: Chapter 089 Lin Fan: Feeling Like Twenty Bulls Are Not Enough for Me to Fight_4

This was a rule he had told Brother Yong.

Our prison doesn’t keep the useless, we must make these survivors useful.

Upon hearing this, He Mingxuan’s expression changed, "No, look at my build, you know if I go out to scavenge for supplies, it’s a certain death."

Sun Neng said indifferently, "It doesn’t matter to me, you don’t want to go, that’s your choice, but in three days you’ll be thrown out of the prison either way."

Having said that.

He didn’t waste words with He Mingxuan and turned to leave.

He Mingxuan watched the departing figure, feeling very anxious.

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Xinhua Bookstore.

"First-year textbooks."

He searched in front of the bookshelf, which had a particularly large variety, and pretended to understand as he flipped through a book at random; he didn’t understand, but this was a necessary action when selecting books.

Mathematics, physics, chemistry.

He picked three textbooks.

Bowing his head, he looked at a textbook below.

"Moral Character"

"How could such an important textbook be placed at the bottom?"

Lin Fan thought about his school days, when the Moral Character course had only one class per week and was considered unimportant, no one cared, no one paid attention, and some schools even bothered not to hire a teacher for it, simply letting other teachers substitute and briefly go through the content in the book.

Thinking about the apocalypse now, and all the terrible things he had encountered.

The darkness of human nature was frightening.

Malignant behaviors beyond selfishness were emerging endlessly.

Like the national hero Old Master Wang, and the pillar Old Master Zhou, they selflessly took out food from their homes for the survivors on the rooftop, hoping to keep them alive, but these young people not only lacked gratitude but saw them as burdens and wanted them dead.

The apocalypse has come, catastrophe has descended, is that an excuse?

Clearly, it’s not.

He hoped the children of Sunshine District could receive a good education, not only progressing in knowledge but also needing progression in thoughts and morals.

He didn’t ask for someone who couldn’t swim to jump into the water to save others.

He only hoped that when the children grew up, they would extend a helping hand when they saw someone in trouble, needing help, perpetuating even a trace of kindness and love in the apocalypse.

He chose first-year textbooks for Zicheng.

Next, he selected fourth-grade textbooks for Feifei.

Feifei was a good child, just a bit dim in her studies; if she were like Tingting, Grandma Liang’s life would be much easier.

Of course, people are not alike.

He himself was poor at studying, not that he didn’t want to learn, but just looking at the books made him tired, a feeling hard to explain, as if his brain couldn’t keep up.

To say he was stupid?

He didn’t feel stupid; when it came to designing and drawing for renovations, his colleagues always praised him for learning quickly. Some of his ideas were wildly innovative, pleasing many clients tremendously.

"Fourth grade, found it."

Mathematics textbook.

The subject Feifei struggled with the most.

He paid and left.

Looking back at the bookstore, since the apocalypse began, this was one of the few shops he had smelled, the scent of books always present.

As long as there are books, civilization persists.

Today, there are signs of civilization collapsing, but as long as we persevere, it will eventually return.

This is what I, Lin Fan, have said, and it will surely come to pass.

The streets were very quiet. One could hear the ’hehe’ sounds of zombies. He didn’t care about such noises, nor did he intend to actively provoke zombies; provocation was not his preference.

I just walked quietly on the street.

Could they really come and bite me?

"Hehe..."

The sound was getting closer.

In the alley, three zombies lumbered and swayed as if hiding there to do something wicked; Lin Fan stopped and looked into the alley, locking eyes, silent for a second.

"Hehe..."

The slightly stupefied zombies charged at him like they had seen delicious flesh, their ferocity and terror accelerating their pace, giving off the daunting effect of an army on the run.

"Sigh."

He placed the textbooks on the ground.

The first zombie wore a security uniform, clearly torn and ragged, but in Lin Fan’s eyes, such a uniform always radiated a dazzling light.

It symbolized the safety of a district.

He didn’t draw his sword but wanted to try using his fist, having always known the strength of his punch, strong enough to kill ten bulls easily.

"I want to try and deeply understand how terrifying my fist can be."

Only by knowing its terror could he temper his own strength.

He clenched his fist.

As the zombies approached him.

He punched through the air towards the zombie’s head.

Bang!

Boom!

A punch was thrown, and a dull boom sounded. Though it didn’t touch the zombie’s head, it instantly exploded, turning it into a headless zombie that collapsed to the ground.

"Such strength is beyond my imagination; even killing twenty bulls, I’d believe it."

He saw that his fist hadn’t touched the zombie’s head.

But the zombie’s head had exploded.

After experiencing this, he knew he couldn’t throw punches at people through the air, as it could really kill them, and accidentally harming innocent people would be truly terrible.

The recent noise had drawn some zombies from around.

He drew his sword.

A sword swung at the approaching zombies; the sharp Sword Radiance sliced through their bodies, pfft, flesh and blood splattered, a simple sword strike was all it took to kill a zombie.

He moved calmly, walking leisurely as if strolling in a garden, accompanied by the thuds of falling bodies, the number of zombies in front of him rapidly decreased.

Ultimately...