Chapter Twelve: Destination—City S

When Qin Yu could barely restrain the murderous aura within her, Zhao Meng finally awoke from her meditation.

"Xiao Yu~ Look! I'll show you a magic trick~" As she spoke, sparks gathered in Zhao Meng's palm. Qin Yu glanced at the flickering flames, then flipped her hands; droplets of water appeared in her palms. She eyed the water, stretched out a finger, and put it into her mouth...

Zhao Meng stared blankly at Qin Yu's series of actions, letting out an anguished wail. "Why... Even with amnesia, you're still better than me! Hmph~"

Though Qin Yu didn't understand what had happened, seeing the person before her radiating an unmistakable aura of unhappiness, she stood up and, imitating someone from her memories, gently ruffled Zhao Meng's hair. "There, there~"

Looking at the girl who, though herself a child, treated Zhao Meng as if she were the younger one, Zhao Meng was torn between laughter and tears... In the end, her expression was as awkward as it could possibly be.

"Hungry... eat, zombies, kill!" Qin Yu stroked Zhao Meng's head with one hand, patted her own stomach with the other, and spoke to Zhao Meng with innocent eyes.

Only then did Zhao Meng remember her fried eggs! She rushed off to the kitchen in a flurry, leaving Qin Yu alone in the bedroom, reminiscing about the sensation she had just felt.

By the time Zhao Meng and Qin Yu had finished their chaotic breakfast, it was nearly noon, and outside, the turmoil was growing.

Zhao Meng looked at the supplies she’d bought in the past few days, estimating they would last about a week. There was nothing to be done; her salary always ended up spent on herself.

Unfortunately, neither she nor Xiao Yu had awakened spatial abilities. Otherwise, they could have scavenged food everywhere. Still, things weren’t so bad now; at least both of them had the means to protect themselves. At this point, Zhao Meng was still unaware of just how unreliable Qin Yu’s water ability was. When she finally learned the truth... the scene could only be described as absurd and laughable.

Since the food would eventually run out, Zhao Meng decided to go out searching for more! And to slay zombies for fun~ She certainly wouldn’t tell Xiao Yu that zombie killing was her true passion~

"Xiao Yu~ look, this food won't last forever. Hmm... Have you decided where to go?" Zhao Meng asked, trying to sound ingratiating.

"S City," Qin Yu toyed with the dagger in her hand, her long hair hiding her eyes.

In truth, Qin Yu wasn’t sure why she said S City, but she felt compelled to go there. It seemed she had forgotten many things, and perhaps S City held the answers she sought.

"S City, huh... Come to think of it, that guy is in S City too. I wonder how he’s doing. He’s so capable; he should be fine~" Zhao Meng muttered nearly to herself, her tone tinged with worry.

"Xiao Yu~ it’s settled then! We’ll go to S City! We’ll sweep the land of zombies! Haha~ I will become the queen of the apocalypse~ Haha~" Zhao Meng slipped back into her own world.

"Fool," Qin Yu glanced at Zhao Meng.

Zhao Meng’s maniacal laughter froze instantly, her lips twitching ever so slightly...

Meanwhile, in S City—

Qing Li gazed curiously at the boundless soil before him. He remembered sleeping, only to wake and see something lurking outside the villa. When he finally saw what those things were, he frowned. Distracted, his hand was pricked by some sharp object, and blood flowed onto the jade pendant he always held. Flustered, he didn’t want anything to taint the jade. He wiped off the blood, and suddenly found himself standing here...

Was this... a space? Could things be planted here? He’d heard his subordinates mention such things—there’d been a period when apocalypse tales were all the rage, and someone kept nagging him about them. Over time, he’d learned a little.

Thinking this, he willed himself "out," and when he came back to his senses, he was standing where he’d been before entering the space. He wondered: with only endless soil and no water, could anything be grown? But soon, he ceased worrying; after all, his strength had never depended on anything external.