Chapter 615: It All Seems to Be My Fault!
First floor.
Gong Yong shivered as he stared fixedly at the open door.
He was Sequence 4, sure.
But a Mechanic's combat power was only slightly better than a pathfinder.
His strength mainly lay in creating various mechanical Wondrous items.
Of course, that ability also depended on the individual.
Some genius Mechanic Sequence superhumans could create many mechanical Wonders and possessed immense combat power.
Others weren't so gifted.
They could only help the convoy repair vehicles, or use Revitalization Talismans to make Revitalization Stoves.
Gong Yong was just such a very ordinary, very average Mechanic superhuman.
Before the apocalypse, he was an ordinary person.
After the apocalypse, he was still an ordinary Sequence superhuman.
In his hand was only that chainsaw.
The chainsaw had already started, its teeth spinning wildly under the chain's drive.
"You... who's there?"
"C-come out!"
Gong Yong stammered out his question.
"Why, why did you only come now?!"
The voice from inside the door stretched every syllable.
It sounded as if it came from the depths of the Abyss—poisonous, resentful, hateful, blaming...
A torrent of negative emotions surged forth.
It was the voice of someone who had harbored hatred for a very, very long time.
"You..."
Gong Yong's legs were trembling like an electric fan.
In the old days, even when facing Anomalies, he had teammates by his side.
Whether it was the former Doomsday Convoy.
Or the current Fair Convoy.
During battle, everyone would consciously or unconsciously protect these non-combat Sequences.
So back then, though Gong Yong was scared, at least someone could help him.
But now, Gong Yong had no one to rely on.
He could only count on himself.
Gong Yong had always been timid; he had only changed slightly while in the Fair Convoy.
But a leopard can't change its spots.
Deep down, he was still that socially anxious, cowardly, full-bearded youth.
"Who... the hell are you..."
"If you've got... got the guts... let me go!"
"I'm not afraid of you, our convoy... has... has something scarier than you!"
"I..."
Gong Yong backed away slowly.
Even as he uttered threats, he was pathetically cowardly.
Muffled footsteps sounded.
Something was walking with its feet behind that door.
But the sound was clearly different from a normal person's footsteps.
It was as if someone was wearing a very loose garment that was entirely the wrong size.
So when they walked, the pants legs dragged on the ground.
The footsteps got closer and closer to the door.
Gong Yong didn't see anyone.
The footsteps came out of the door.
Gong Yong still didn't see anyone.
He could hear his own heartbeat, like a war drum—"Thump! Thump! Thump!"
As if the next second, his heart would leap right out of his throat.
Gong Yong's face was pale. He swallowed hard and gripped the chainsaw tightly.
His eyes darted around in panic.
He could sense it.
That "person" was right in front of him!
Very close to him!
But... he just couldn't see them!
Not on the ceiling, not in front, not behind...
Gong Yong wanted to use the chainsaw to cut through the fire door and escape.
But he had already tried; the fire door seemed sealed by some force.
The chainsaw's power couldn't break through.
Nowhere had that "person."
But... his superhuman intuition told him.
That "person" was around him, very, very close!
Unbelievably close!
But he just couldn't see them!
He could even smell a nauseating, strange stench of blood at the tip of his nose.
This smell stirred up some bad memories in every cell of Gong Yong's body, as if it were a fear buried in his genes.
Sweat dripped from Gong Yong's forehead down his cheeks, wetting a small patch of the floor.
"Why... did you all..."
"Only... come now?!"
The voice was getting closer. The door just stayed open.
Until the last word, "now," sounded right in front of him.
Gong Yong was so startled he shuddered, stumbling backward until he fell on his ass.
"Ahhh~~~"
Gong Yong's scream nearly pierced the clouds.
Just as he hit the ground.
Right in front of him was a "person?" covered in blood and grime, hair hanging over their forehead, with only a pair of red eyes showing.
Hands and feet on the ground, crouching right in front of him.
This person was like a dog, walking on all fours.
Those scarlet eyes were staring right at him.
Only about two centimeters from the tip of his nose.
Gong Yong could even smell the pungent stench of blood from the "person" in front of him.
Third floor!
"Why... did you all only come now? Why? Why..."
The woman in front was petite, covered in filth, her hair hanging in sticky strands.
Her clothes were unrecognizable in color, even their style unclear.
It was as if she had just wrapped a random piece of cloth around herself.
That cloth was caked in grime, emitting a foul odor.
If not for her small build and a few barely distinguishable features, it would have been impossible to tell she was a woman.
Just moments ago, Iron Lion had charged excitedly into the room.
Then he saw a strange shadow crawling along the ceiling, heading outward.
Using both hands and feet.
Iron Lion excitedly swung his big fists and charged.
Soon, Iron Lion was disappointed.
Just as Chu Che had said, the Anomalies on the outskirts of Xi City were mostly low-level.
There wasn't anything that could give him a good fight.
Even if Iron Lion was only Sequence 3, he was still a powerful combat Sequence.
His four big fists struck the Anomaly—though it wasn't like hitting a child, he could still easily win.
The outcome was decided quickly.
But Iron Lion soon sensed something odd.
This woman in front of him... didn't seem to be an Anomaly!
She seemed to be a real living person!
However, his simple mind couldn't think that far.
If she wasn't an Anomaly, she must be a person.
That's what naive Iron Lion thought.
He didn't stop to think: how could someone survive here for so long?
How did they survive?
What did they, or it, eat to stay alive?
But unfortunately, they met Iron Lion!
This guy whose brain was all muscle.
"Do you know how long we've waited for you?"
"When the Anomaly outbreak hit, we were in the hotel!"
"People were dying everywhere outside!"
"My dad, mom, grandpa, grandma, older brother, older sister, younger brother..."
"They're all dead!"
"It's all because of you, because of you all..."
"If you had come sooner, they wouldn't have died! They wouldn't have died!"
The "woman?" in front of him started crying as she spoke.
Tears streamed down her face like a river.
Coupled with her current appearance, she looked as pitiful as could be.
If this "person?" in front of him had been vicious and ready to fight to the death,
Iron Lion would definitely have gone all out against her.
But the other was clearly a "person," and she was crying after he hit her, and all her family was dead.
Iron Lion wasn't Chen Ye. He couldn't bring himself to do it.
"I'm... I'm sorry!"
After a long pause, Iron Lion finally managed to say that.
"It's you, all because of you..."
"You killed my dad and mom, my brother and sister, all my family, my friends!"
"You're the murderer!"
Iron Lion's face was flushed red.
According to this "person's" reasoning.
It seemed... seemed... to make sense.
If he had come sooner, if he were strong enough!
Iron Lion felt like it was all his fault.