It certainly wasn't as comfortable or prosperous as before.
But it absolutely guaranteed basic safety.
"Brother Lam, we're definitely doing great. To be able to live in a place like this during the apocalypse is like reaching heaven. We're already extremely satisfied."
The patrolmen all nodded frantically.
There was no false modesty in their words; they were speaking the honest truth.
The Sunshine Shelter was now a small-scale society. Although there were occasional minor squabbles among the fellow survivors, those were just spices that added flavor to an otherwise quiet life.
It wouldn't damage any bonds. If real trouble came, they would still rush forward to help without a second thought.
Arguing was also a form of enjoyment.
After all, as long as one was alive, one had to deal with the daily necessities of life.
If the supplies in the Sunshine Shelter were distributed based on contribution points,
then it was likely that many people would starve to death or not have enough to eat.
There were too many elderly and children.
Lam Pham smiled. "It's good that you're satisfied."
As he ate hotpot, he thought of something: that Cuong Ban Linh Nhat had actually summoned a Creator from Phuc Dao. That guy was truly audacious. He didn't know if that fellow was dead or not, since it was Diep Thien who had killed him, preventing him from getting any definite information.
The area of Phuc Dao wasn't large, but its population was not small, meaning the number of zombies there was absolutely massive. As for how many terrifying zombies had evolved, it was unknown.
His current thought was to destroy Phuc Dao.
This way, he could avoid some future troubles.
The hotpot meal ended.
Lam Pham left the fortress, his destination being the location of Phuc Dao.
Upon reaching the sea, he ran directly across it. When one's speed reached a certain level, running on the sea was a completely reasonable situation. Even if someone saw it, there was no need to be surprised; these were just basic techniques.
Although the distance was far,
with Lam Pham's speed, the travel time could be reduced to mere minutes.
"Arrived."
Seeing land, with a loud bang, he shot up into the air. The immense air pressure directly pressed the sea surface beneath his feet into a crater a thousand meters in diameter.
Inside a city.
Lam Pham descended from the sky, landing on the roof of a building and observing his surroundings.
The city had already been occupied by zombies.
Zombies were everywhere, densely packed on the streets. This horde of zombies wandered aimlessly, occasionally raising their heads to let out ferocious roars at the sky.
"Let's start from here."
Just as he was about to make his move, a light flickered from a building in the distance.
"Is someone there?"
He looked quite surprised. The city was already besieged by zombies, yet there was still a living person. This was inevitably a bit incredible.
But since he had made a discovery, he might as well go take a closer look.
He leaped up, heading towards a building over there.
At this moment.
Inside that building, there was a survivor.
He looked extremely greasy, with a large, protruding belly. This body type was a rare sight in the apocalypse. After all, in an apocalypse where resources were so scarce, being able to maintain such a physique was truly not easy.
"Are my eyes playing tricks on me?"
The fat man held a pair of binoculars, his expression somewhat dazed, revealing a kind of shock.
His name was Son Dien Hung.
Before the apocalypse broke out, he was a university student. Due to his plump figure and weak personality, he was always bullied by his classmates. The reason he was here was that a classmate who often bullied him had organized a house party, and he was invited to be a tool for everyone's amusement.
After all, the building he was in was a very luxurious residence.
That night was wild. All his classmates came, more than twenty people, among whom fifteen were female, all beautiful girls from the school, especially the goddess he had a secret crush on.
However, he didn't dare let his goddess know, because she had once told others that if Son Dien Hung had a crush on her, she would feel utterly disgusted.
Those words had deeply pierced his heart.
After that night's party ended, he was locked in the storage room to sleep, because the classmate who often bullied him had said with great disgust... letting him move around freely, what if he peeked?
If any female classmate was bathing and he peeked, that would simply be an extremely disgusting matter.
Who could have thought.
The next morning, he heard a lot of noise from outside, with all sorts of crashing sounds. He didn't pay much attention to it. Without permission, he didn't dare to go out.
He was afraid of being beaten up, so he just stayed in the storage room and slept.
After a very long time.
Seeing that no one was paying attention to him, he thought he had been forgotten and came out of the storage room. When he saw the situation outside, he was stunned.
The scene was a mess, with bloodstains on the ground.
There were even blood-covered corpses.
He summoned his courage to go out and look, only to see the classmate who often bullied him holding a kitchen knife and repeatedly hacking at a corpse. When he saw him appear, the other person's eyes turned red, and he charged at him with the knife.
Scared pale, he accidentally tripped the person while fleeing, and the other person's neck was slit by the kitchen knife.
Later, he learned that the apocalypse had arrived.
Zombies that would bite people had appeared.
His thought at that time was, "how amazing," things from games and movies had appeared.
What excited him even more was that there were still six female classmates hiding in the cloakroom, including his goddess.
At that moment, his heart was not filled with panic, but with a kind of excitement. Countless scenes that he had only dared to dream of flashed through his mind.
He wanted to become the king of this place.
And the six female classmates were about to become his slaves.
Indeed, at the very beginning, those female classmates were still very disdainful of him, thinking that someone would come to save them. But gradually, as the situation became completely hopeless, they fell into despair. He, Son Dien Hung, took the initiative, and indeed, he successfully captured those female classmates. Even his goddess wagged her tail like a dog, becoming utterly obedient.
At that moment, not only was he emotionally stirred, but he was also... physically stirred.
In the period that followed, his life as an emperor truly began, and he unleashed all the pent-up spirit and energy from his dozens of years of being single.
"Knock, knock..."
A knock came from the door.
Son Dien Hung placed a dagger behind his waist, opened the door, and saw Lam Pham standing at the entrance, the man he had just observed.
"Hello, can you save me?" Son Dien Hung's eyes revealed a look of longing.
But the words he spoke, in Lam Pham's ears, were just... gibberish.
He couldn't understand what the other person was saying.
"You're still alive?" Lam Pham was very puzzled.
Son Dien Hung was about to speak when he heard Lam Pham's words and showed a similar look of surprise. He couldn't understand this language either.
Then, Son Dien Hung spoke in English.
But for Lam Pham, English was even more difficult; he couldn't understand a word.
Lam Pham walked into the room. The air was filled with a very unpleasant smell. He glanced around casually, and the first thing he saw were countless skeletons.
There were six of them.
And from the clothes scattered to the side, he deduced they were female.
Over on the balcony, a rope was pulled taut as a drying rack, from which hung discolored meat.
Dried meat?
Suddenly, Lam Pham looked at the skeletons, then at the hanging dried meat, and understood what it really was.
He turned to look at Son Dien Hung standing there.
The other man's eyes revealed a crazed and cruel expression.
Lam Pham had seen too many people who did such things to survive. As for the man before him... he had nothing to say.
He turned, lifted his foot, and kicked a large hole in the balcony.
"Goodbye....."
After speaking, he jumped down from the high floor.
"Ah..."
Son Dien Hung hurriedly ran over. He wanted the other person to save his life.
Boom!
Lam Pham's landing sent a shockwave, sending the surrounding zombies flying. Then, he raised his hand, clenched his five fingers into a fist, let out a low roar, and suddenly punched the ground.
In an instant.
As this punch landed, it was as if the entire planet had stopped its rotation.
Boom! A violent, deafening explosion resounded.
That terrifying force spread madly in all directions. Cracks spread out like a spiderweb, rapidly extending, and the surrounding buildings exploded at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Simultaneously, with Lam Pham as the center, the ground instantly caved in, forming an unfathomably deep pit.
The sea around Phuc Dao was boiling.
Even the distant, snow-covered volcanic mountains were stirring restlessly.
That force did not diminish as it spread.
On the contrary, it grew more and more violent.
The earth was exploding, buildings were collapsing, and the magma beneath the ground could not withstand the impact, erupting from the surface. Pillars of fire shot into the sky, and in an instant, the entire island suffered an ultimate shockwave.
If one were to observe this island from the distant sea, one would see that it had already shattered, and under the cover of a single force, it was instantly destroyed without a trace.
Only a huge underwater vortex was left, spinning.
[Killed Normal Zombie]
[Points +1]
[Killed Normal Zombie]
[Points +1]
With one punch from Lam Pham, the force spread, not only destroying Phuc Dao but also annihilating all the zombies on it. There were many, many normal zombies, but also many Creators.
The Creators, who held a high status among the zombies, were no match for someone like Lam Pham. They were annihilated just like normal zombies, without even a chance to see him.
"The world has fewer zombies now."
Lam Pham left by crossing the sea. However, as he was leaving, he noticed that the commotion he had caused was a bit large, and the subsequent reaction was a bit exaggerated. It had actually caused a tsunami, and a large amount of magma was spewing out.
Faced with this situation,
he held Frostmourne and swung it. Frost enveloped the area, instantly freezing the surging magma and the rising tsunami, then shattering them into ice shards that merged into the sea.
"Time to go back."
He had come in a hurry and left in a hurry. The round trip took less than ten minutes.
And that included the time it took to destroy Phuc Dao. ······
In a certain city.
"Damn it..."
Cuong Ban Linh Nhat was furious. His body had been destroyed again, the color of his crystal had dimmed, and his evolution stage had dropped to the extreme. In his eyes, this was simply an unbearable matter.
He had placed all his hopes on Can Dang Tuyet Ho.
But who would have thought that this guy was also a piece of trash. Just as he was getting more and more agitated,
a zombie walked past him.
"Scram..." Cuong Ban Linh Nhat roared in anger.
The walking Tyrant Zombie stopped, glanced at the tiny zombie beside it, and without a second thought, swung its meat scythe. With a thud, it sent the other zombie flying.
To the Tyrant Zombie, this kind of weak zombie was not worth mentioning.
It didn't even have the desire to look at it.
If not for finding its screaming a bit unpleasant, it would have been too lazy to even act.
Bullied by the Tyrant Zombie, Cuong Ban Linh Nhat slowly got up. There was a deep wound on his chest. Damn it, truly damn it.
Even a Tyrant Zombie dared to mess with him.
This was clearly because it saw that his evolution stage had dropped and was looking down on him.
"Damn you, Lam Pham of the Hoang City Sunshine Shelter! I, Cuong Ban Linh Nhat, will absolutely make you pay the price! Can Dang Tuyet Ho is definitely not the strongest Creator on Phuc Dao. I must find the strongest Creator and let you know what despair is!"
"I must go back."
Thinking of this, Cuong Ban Linh Nhat began to run at high speed towards the coast.
He wanted to swim back to Phuc Dao.
To find the strongest Creator.
If it were any other intelligent zombie with a bit of reason, having encountered all these situations, it would definitely think, "Forget it, my life is more important. This current market is definitely not something I can get involved in."
Phuc Dao is so safe; it's best to hide inside Phuc Dao.
Unfortunately,
Cuong Ban Linh Nhat did not have such thoughts.
He was determined to settle the score with Lam Pham.
One day later. In the vast ocean.
Cuong Ban Linh Nhat looked at the surrounding sea, deep in thought.
"Where is Phuc Dao? I remember Phuc Dao was right here. Could it be that I swam in the wrong direction? Impossible, my homeland is deeply imprinted in my bloodline, how could I be mistaken?"
He fell into a state of doubt.
He felt that something was not right.
At this moment, a damaged wooden plank floated on the sea's surface, gradually drifting towards Cuong Ban Linh Nhat.
He glanced at it.
The characters on the wooden plank were still quite clear.
[ SOD ]
This was a very famous company; SOD was an abbreviation.
Any male with a bit of fire in him would have seen its works.
But... why was the sign floating on the sea?
This made Cuong Ban Linh Nhat very puzzled.
Did a destructive typhoon pass through?