Xyrin Empire
Chapter 341 - Chapter 341 Chapter 341 Entertainment Spirit

Chapter 341: Chapter 341 Entertainment Spirit Chapter 341: Chapter 341 Entertainment Spirit “Nobody knows what’s going on,” Zhao Leisong said wearily, leaning back in his seat amidst the peaceful drive of the seven billion, his eyes full of confusion. “The news mentioned a small disturbance, and the government said there was no need for the public to panic, but rumors of a biohazard experiment failure spread through the streets at the same time. Then people told us to evacuate the city and seek refuge in the nearest shelters. I’m still a bit dazed and have no idea what’s happened. This is like something out of a movie…”

I had no doubt about what this honest man said. As an ordinary citizen, it was simply not possible to have access to much information.

“Then why did you stay in the city? It seems like everyone has already evacuated, right?” I asked curiously.

A bitter smile appeared on Zhao Leisong’s face: “How could everyone evacuate? Only about seventy percent managed to get out–that’s the best-case scenario. The remaining thirty percent were left in the city to fend for themselves, since infected citizens had already started to appear, and those organizing the evacuation couldn’t risk it…”

So that was it.

It was not hard to imagine. Even with a planned evacuation, it was impossible to move millions from a large city to safety, especially in the face of a highly contagious biohazard crisis. It wouldn’t be possible without leaving some unfortunate people behind, probably including Zhao Leisong’s family. At the start, there must have been many people left in the city, but looking at it now… indeed, it was a disaster.

What he described next indeed matched this narrative. When a virus started to spread, human beings, as social animals, often found themselves helpless, regardless of their place at the top of the food chain. Those remaining in the city were increasingly surrounded by zombies amidst growing panic, until they themselves turned into one of them. At first, there were many conflicts, but ironically, it didn’t take long for the number of survivors to dwindle to the point where not even a single armed conflict could break out…

It wasn’t that no one tried to escape the city, but without vehicles, fleeing into the wilderness was merely a temporary reprieve.

Under such circumstances, that Zhao Leisong’s family managed to hold on till now could only be described as a miracle. This made me look with even greater respect at the somewhat dull man in the back seat. To describe it a bit melodramatically, he’s a father and husband with the makings of a hero, although he’s not as powerful as the typical hero unit… cough, cough.

“We just wanted to come out and look for some food, but we didn’t expect those things to have wandered over here. Thankfully, you guys helped us,” Zhao Leisong said, his gaze occasionally drifting toward the driver’s seat. After all, a car without a fuel gauge or an odometer was exceedingly curious.

“We came here to deal with this situation,” I said, noticing the unmistakable curiosity in his eyes. There was no need for secrecy here; this wasn’t Earth, and we had no intention of settling in this place. There was no danger in revealing our identities, so there was no need to stay low-profile. “According to our observations, the whole world has fallen into this bizarre disaster. If nothing changes, human civilization might be destroyed within the next five years. Those ‘final refuges’ built only to withstand wars for one nation are not going to be very effective in the face of such a massive catastrophe for the entire race.”

My words sounded to Zhao Leisong like a fantasy. Just the three of us, including a young girl like a Miss and a little girl with red eyes barely eleven years old–it was a stretch to say we could save the world.

“Brother, there are a lot of life signals ahead, counting 137,” the usually dozing Visca nestled in Sandora’s arms suddenly opened her eyes and spoke while we were exploring two-thirds of the entire city and getting close to a sealed sports arena.

Survivors?

I immediately thought of that. To think that there were still survivors in this city–and so many at once… Was that sports arena a refuge?

Sure enough, when we reached the entrance of the sports arena, the first thing that came into view was a makeshift barricade. The entrance was blocked by a sturdy iron frame, piled up with various sporting equipment, creating a barrier that led into the sports arena.

Our car had just approached the roadblock when two men, carrying old-fashioned rifles and wearing tracksuits, immediately jumped out from behind the cluttered barricade. One of them gestured for us to get out of the car with his rifle, while the other sprinted towards the gymnasium’s entrance.

“I don’t like it when people point guns at themselves,” Sandora said, curling her lips and getting out of the car, “but considering they are refugees, I’ll let it slide this time.”

“Didn’t expect to find any living souls left,” said the man with the gun as we drew closer, suddenly breaking into a grin, “and a car… though it’s a bit shabby. If you have food you can stay for seven days, if not, bugger off tomorrow and don’t even think about touching our stuff; that’s the rule! And if your food is scant, hit the road all the same.”

I had thought such rude words would provoke Sandora into slaughtering the whole town, yet surprisingly she nodded in approval and said indifferently, “Smart move, ensures the maximum benefit for the group, and allowing those without food to stay for a day is already a generous concession under these circumstances. Commendable.”

…I really can’t understand the thought process of a genuine Xyrin Apostle…

The foreign girl, who seemed like just a vase, could utter such calm words under these circumstances, which made the man with the gun pause, then chuckle condescendingly, “Pretty good Chinese, little lady… Although being unique has its advantages, in these times you should learn to keep a low profile. Is this guy next to you your boyfriend? Don’t stray too far from him later, watch out you might get bullied…”

Surprisingly, despite his initially rough demeanor, he seemed to be a decent guy, worrying about others in the current situation is no small feat.

The man who had gone to report back just then also returned, saying nothing but tightly gripping his rifle, circling us to check for signs of infection. Even though we were all seemingly normal, this was an essential routine.

“Alright, you can come in. You have food in the car, right? Go and bring it out… Really ridiculous, you have a car but don’t want to escape, instead, you’re heading toward the city center…”

We ignored his muttering and plainly declared we had no food and didn’t need any, that we would stay one day and leave the next. As soon as those words were out, the other party’s attitude turned cooler, so much so that they couldn’t be bothered to speak with us, and just turned and walked back into the gymnasium, probably to tell everyone inside about the unfortunate fact that we had no food.

Since we had no food, naturally, no one came to greet us. Leading two superhumans and three mortals, along with a Goddess who might have been asleep in my pocket, into the sports arena, I looked around and saw a tall and fierce-eyed middle-aged man at a distinctively noticeable spot–everyone around him consciously maintained a distance of at least ten meters from him.

It seemed this imposing middle-aged man must be the leader of the hundred plus survivors here. Even though he looked every bit the gang boss, in times like these, such characters are indeed likely to become essential figureheads.

“No food?”

As we approached, the middle-aged man looked up, a semblance of amusement in his gaze.

“And you have a car… Do you think I’m a fool?”

Mid-sentence, the man suddenly raised his voice and stood up abruptly. At the same time, a few men closest to him also stood without a sound and began to move toward us.

“You can find a car, you can find gas, but the hell you can’t find food?! You want to mooch a day’s peace here and then run for your life tomorrow, is that it?”

As his words ended, those who had been lazily lying or sitting around the venue with vacant expressions began to shift their attention towards us, with many standing up and hesitantly moving closer.

People in despair are the easiest to stir up. Even the most unreliable things can be used as excuses to release their own fear. Just like those poor wretches who, during the plague, were branded as plague gods and burned to death to appease the public. It might just be a delusion for people caught in misfortune to comfort themselves, but I really can’t understand what the middle-aged man before me meant by his actions.

As the atmosphere around them suddenly changed, Zhao Leisong and his wife immediately tensed up and instinctively protected their daughter, while the three of us had different reactions. Visca still had his eyes closed, pretending to be blind, with an expression that screamed “I can’t see, I don’t know.” Sandora let out a meaningless snort of laughter, then leaned on my shoulder, yawning sleepily. As for me, I continued to look around out of boredom.

Our reactions clearly took the other party by surprise, but the show must go on. The middle-aged man gestured grandly, causing the people around to back away, then put on a peaceful smile, “Of course, in these damned times, I can understand your actions. No one wants to die, let alone from starvation. But since you’ve come here, you’ve got to consider everyone. Since you’re unwilling to hand over food, then you can contribute something else for everyone…”

We continued to space out, doze off, and pretend to be blind.

A bit of embarrassment appeared on the middle-aged man’s face, but it was fleeting. He then turned his unusual gaze to the golden-haired girl beside me, “Despite the circumstances, people need entertainment even more in times like these… And right now, there doesn’t seem to be any other form of entertainment. Little brother, to be honest with you, in times like these, life is the most important thing…”

So that was it. I had a sudden revelation and patted Sandora on the head. She grinned foolishly at me and obediently stepped aside.

“Are you done?” I shifted my body and then calmly addressed the person before me.

“It seems you still don’t understand the situation,” the middle-aged man said, his face turning cold as he saw our response. “Leave her behind, and we will let you all stay. Or I’ll kill you, and then your woman will still have to stay. And in that case, her fate will probably be even worse. It’s not often we get such foreign goods. I’m really quite reluctant to let her go…”

“The world is indeed cruel,” I shook my head, then took a step forward and beckoned to him, “Of course, that’s for you to endure–give you three minutes. You can choose to write a will or deliver a spoken farewell.”

Such a gesture was self-explanatory. Though the middle-aged man couldn’t understand why I dared to be so arrogant, he still scoffed and gestured casually. Two Big Men, who were the closest to him, stepped forward. Both men were clearly looking for a fight, with fierce eyes and robust physiques, and they each cast a gleaming look at Sandora, who stood aside watching the scene unfold, before approaching.

What happened next made everyone in the venue feel as if they were watching a grotesque movie.

The first Big Man to approach me was clearly a martial artist, not one to throw the simple and straightforward punches typical of brawlers. Instead, he moved fluidly, twisting his body and gathering his spirit, delivering a crisp…oh, it was still a direct punch.

But what seemed to others as a lightning-fast direct punch was easily caught by me, and then the muscular man, standing tall at one meter eighty, was thrown vertically into the air. At the same time, another man charged at me. Seeing the first one tossed away effortlessly, disappearing from his line of sight, the second man wore a look of shock. But the momentum propelling his body was not so easily dissipated. In just an instant, I grasped him by the neck and casually threw him upward.

A dramatic scene unfolded: the first Big Man was just dropping down halfway when the second one collided with him mid-air like a cannonball. The two muscular men tangled desperately in mid-air and then fell to the ground with a huge thud, plunging into severe unconsciousness, with at least four or five bones in their bodies jutting out at odd angles.

Such a fight scene could only be described as bizarre–at least, no school within the millennia of martial arts culture accumulated in China ever fought by tossing people around like pillows.

With a mocking smile, I approached the middle-aged man, who stood there dazed, and then casually slapped him. Of course, it only looked like a slap.

Precisely controlled energy flowed instantaneously through the man’s mouth. Amidst the crisp sound of the slap, several teeth flew out and accurately pierced through the shoulders of a few of the henchmen who were the first to stand up with him, pulverizing an arm before continuing unabated, striking several clear holes in pillars in the distance.

Who says human teeth aren’t the toughest part of the body? Look at that impact, it’s almost like an exploding bullet!

Two seconds later, a piercing scream echoed throughout the entire stadium, as the men whose arms had been blown apart finally felt the delayed severe pain. They didn’t even know what had happened; their boss’s teeth had been knocked out at supersonic speed, clearly too fast for the human eye to catch. Only a few people nearby, after seeing the gaping bloody hole in the middle-aged man’s mouth and the teeth beneath a distant pillar, understood with bone-chilling clarity what had transpired.

Look at our entertainment spirit! Could a soul who isn’t a little screw-loose come up with such a creative performance art?

Uh… seems like I’m mocking myself here. Could it be that I’ve taken on this role myself when Lin Xue isn’t around?

“To be honest, you shouldn’t have tested my limits,” despite having served as the chamber of a high-powered sniper rifle, the middle-aged man’s head wasn’t reduced to ashes, thanks to precise energy control. I was straightening up his head, speaking to him in an earnest tone, “Many people think I’m too soft-hearted, but that’s exactly why it’s scarier when I get angry. Do you realize how much I treasure this girl?”

Behind me, Sandora immediately began nodding vigorously, clearly enjoying herself now.

“Visca, your new toy.”

Seeing the once-impressive middle-aged man now dazed from the continuous surreal assault–and probably more from the super-heavy hit just now–I lost interest in toying with him, casually tossing him to Visca, who had been yawning but immediately perked up at my words.

A gasp rose among the crowd, which up until now had been deathly silent. A casual glance from Visca’s blood-red cat eyes sent countless people tumbling to the ground in a fluster, clearly amplifying the intimidation factor of Visca’s eyes following what had just occurred.

“This one’s already broken,” Visca said with a shake of her head after a glance at the terrified middle-aged man, “Visca wants a new one!”

Just look at my sister’s cooperative spirit!

By now, Sandora, who had been watching the spectacle for a while, seeing that there was no more fun to be had, let out a big yawn and kicked the middle-aged man blocking her view out of the way, coming up to me: “Ah Jun, I’m sleepy…”

Is eating and sleeping really all that’s on this girl’s mind!?

My actions just now had undoubtedly awed everyone present, and combined with Visca’s intimidating mutated eyes, by the time we found a clean spot to sit down, everyone was keeping at least a twenty-meter distance from us. In their eyes, we must have been classified as monsters, just like the zombies outside.

Only Zhao Leisong and his family, who had seen a glimpse of our unique abilities and knew we meant no harm, dared to approach us. In fact, since they had come with us, they were now receiving a similar treatment from those around us.

“Young man, to tell you the truth, I’m really curious about your origins,” Zhao Leisong sat down beside me and finally voiced the question that had been on his mind the whole time, “I mean, I have seen practitioners of martial arts, but you guys… you really don’t seem… and your sister, her name is Visca, right? It’s a strange name, and her eyes too…”

I looked back at him with resignation: “Didn’t I tell you? We are here to solve the biochemical crisis of this world, why won’t you believe me?”

Upon hearing me throw out that reason again, Zhao Leisong’s expression finally shifted: “You… you’re not joking?”(To be continued, for more please visit www.NovelFire.net. More chapters are available, supporting the author, supporting genuine reading!)

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