Steampunk Era: Mad Abield
Chapter 1006: Section 650: Caucasus Trip (Part 1)_2

Chapter 1006: Section 650: Caucasus Trip (Part 1)_2

Malin suddenly had a realization: "There must also be some zombies who believe that the era of humans is over, and now it’s the era of zombies, right?"

"That’s correct, although you rarely hear such sentiments lately." Mr. Meng responded matter-of-factly.

"What do you mean?" Malin raised his eyebrows slightly.

"Because all the zombies with that kind of mindset have already been wiped out. When reasons fail, bullets work quite effectively." Mr. Meng replied with a blank expression.

"Exactly, I feel the same about this matter." Malin nodded, completely emotionless, giving a thumbs up to the Thanan’s solution.

Exploring the City of the Living Dead was an extraordinarily novel experience for Malin. Driven by curiosity, he visited a restaurant there and discovered that the menu consisted entirely of various bugs, which made him, for the first time, question his soul. Am I truly from a nation of hardcore foodies? Although, these things really don’t seem edible.

Mr. Meng bought a skewer of roasted spiders, the signature dish of zombie restaurants, and ate them enthusiastically right in front of Malin, while even expressing his understanding of Malin’s weak stomach.

However, ten minutes later, Malin had to force Mr. Meng to vomit again. The spiders were toxic and undercooked. The zombies were unaffected, but Mr. Meng began rambling incoherently and rolling his eyes.

It took Malin quite a bit of effort to drag Mr. Meng back from the shores of the River of Forgetfulness.

He asked the sailors of the boat crew to take Mr. Meng back to rest. Despite criticizing Mr. Meng for being a neglectful husband, Meng Quyi followed out of concern, which made Malin reluctantly go open the door and summon Matilda.

This fluffy-tailed fox arrived with her fur puffed up. Thanks to Malin’s repeated explanations and the zombies’ lack of aggression, the girl gradually came to terms with the scene before her.

"The City of Zombies! Oh my goodness, where are we exactly?" Matilda exclaimed, her curiosity resembling that of a child. As she listened to Malin’s explanations and prepared to explore the city, the city’s emissary of the leader approached Malin.

"The leader wants to see me?" Malin was quite intrigued.

Matilda, on the other hand, was eager to see the leader. She wanted to witness what kind of being could make zombies resemble humans.

Then let’s go meet them.

Malin speculated that the leader might be a different kind, a spirit, or even someone who had survived since the Great Destruction Era and transformed themselves into a fully mechanical being.

But in reality, the leader turned out to be a thin, diminutive zombie, standing up straight like a human instead of hunching over like its kin.

It even spoke fluent Western Human World Common Tongue.

Speaking with Matilda, it managed to tie her tongue in knots.

Malin felt that this big-tailed fox girl was genuinely startled—she had never seen a zombie that resembled a human so closely, especially one wearing a simple linen short-sleeved robe.

Was it the uncanny valley effect?

Maybe. After all, zombies wreaked havoc on the Western Human World in the past, and now humans had driven zombies into the Dark Zone. It seemed like a sort of karmic cycle.

Knowing that Malin and Matilda hailed from the Western Human World, this leader invited Malin to discuss the situation in the West. His tribe had a prophecy passed down—back in the Eastern Kingdom, their relationship with humans had been extremely strained, and it was a sage’s recommendation that led them here to heal and recover.

Although the journey cost them dearly, over the years, their tribe had achieved revival. They even developed the concept of family, unlike other zombie tribes where all females collectively gave birth, akin to an ant colony.

The leader’s introspection left Malin astonished—being able to articulate such thoughts almost made him seem like a normal human.

Matilda was stunned the whole time, leaning against Malin and relentlessly pinching his leg.

Not strong enough, girl.

Malin mentally teased while chatting with the leader about every topic under the sun. He even learned that the leader had traveled southward from the Eastern Dark Zone of the Eastern Human World to reach this place.

"Speaking of which, there was a sage who helped us. So I want to ask if he’s still around." When mentioning the sage, the leader’s face was filled with reverence.

"What’s his name?" Malin asked, a little curious. A sage from a hundred years ago? Who could it be?

"He called himself Raphael... Sage Raphael. Have you heard of him?" The leader inquired with a face full of hope and concern.

The hope clearly sought useful news from Malin, while the worry stemmed from fear of hearing something unfavorable.

Faced with the leader’s mix of expectancy and unease, Malin could only shake his head: "Sorry, I really haven’t heard of him."

He truly hadn’t encountered the name and wasn’t sure whether it was real or fabricated. Lying wasn’t an option.

"I see... makes sense. For humans, it’s been nearly a hundred years. Perhaps the sage has already passed away." The leader sighed with regret.

Nonetheless, the leader was deeply grateful for Malin’s visit. During his time living here, he had united many tribes who had all fled to the Dark Zone due to conflicts with humans. After dealing with the Chaos of the Dark Zone, they unanimously deemed humans to be surprisingly merciful in comparison.

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