My Study Library

Tan Phong Seed Company Limited.

He had just walked past it, but quickly turned back when he saw the four interconnected subsidiary buildings outside. It immediately reminded him of something.

Vegetables in the food market were very difficult to preserve.

If he could grow them himself, wouldn't that solve the problem of daily meals?

Even if it didn't completely solve it.

Still, in this lonely apocalyptic world, planting vegetables could be a peaceful and enjoyable way to relax.

This was something innate in us — something etched deep into our genes.

Do it yourself, and you'll never go hungry or cold.

He couldn't help but look forward. It really didn't seem like a bad idea.

However, the problem arose — growing vegetables wasn't something simple. It wasn't just burying seeds in the ground and waiting for the harvest. There was a lot of knowledge behind it.

"Yes."

He suddenly thought of a solution, and without looking back, sprinted off into the distance at high speed.

He was running much faster than before — this must be the effect of his increased speed stats.

The occasional zombie he encountered was easily dealt with. Frostmourne on his back was probably his greatest weapon right now.

After a dozen minutes or so.

Lam Pham looked up at the building in front of him.

Huang City People's Library.

This Western-style library building had once, a long time ago during the war of resistance, served as a command post for the invaders. After liberation, it was converted into a library.

He remembered about a year ago, during the city's urban planning phase, some wanted to demolish the library due to the large space it occupied — especially since it was located in a prime area.

But the city leader at the time was someone who loved literature and culture.

He believed that amidst the materialistic tides of society, having a place that upheld spiritual and cultural values was a rare and beautiful thing.

So the demolition plan was rejected, and the library remained, continuing to serve readers and learners alike.

Step by step, he climbed the stairs. Dried blood had long since congealed on the steps.

The grand Western-style brass doors were heavy and full of historical presence.

Now, however, the doors were half-closed and stained with bloodied handprints.

He could imagine what must have happened here — people fleeing for their lives, injured and bleeding, pushing through these doors in desperation.

"Sigh, how did everything end up like this?"

Passing through the doors, he entered the library.

It was massive — at least as big as a basketball court. The reception desk was empty, chairs overturned, the computer smashed, the desk a mess.

Thankfully, the registration book was still there.

He wrote his name down, then proceeded further in.

Even without people, the procedures still had to be followed.

The decor inside was classic and refined, with dark colors. Deep red wooden shelves lined the walls, and the library had three floors in total.

In the center of the library was a long table for reading.

"I should look for something on planting."

Lam Pham stood in front of the classification guide, reading the markings to locate the books he needed — finally spotting the section in the northwest corner of the second floor.

He walked over to the gardening section.

"So many books... No wonder this is said to be the most comprehensive library in the country. Even if you spent a hundred years reading eight hours a day, you wouldn't finish everything."

This "hundred years" thing — he wasn't sure if it was exaggerated, or if he'd just heard it on TV when someone was introducing the library.

Knowledge is boundless — it was truly accurate.

Who knew how long it would take to read it all?

Flip flip flip…

The sound of pages turning echoed in the quiet library — the only sound present.

Lam Pham sat there, with a pile of books in front of him. All of them were about planting and gardening.

Tomatoes, cucumbers, loofahs, chives, spinach… and more.

All vegetables he liked to eat.

The difficulty level of planting them wasn't too high.

One book said that chives were a good option — they could keep growing after being cut, harvest after harvest. Given the current situation, they were probably the most ideal food.

At that moment, Lam Pham was fully immersed in the sea of knowledge. He had never thought that learning and expanding one's mind could be so joyful.

If he had studied this diligently back in school, maybe he would've become a scientist, a lawyer, or even a doctor. Who knew?

Outside the library.

A heavily modified armored vehicle came to a stop.

It wasn't a military vehicle, but rather a self-built steel beast — like something out of a tornado-chasing movie. All the windows were bulletproof, the front bumper had a reinforced five-ton metal plow, and the outer shell was made of 5mm thick special alloy steel.

The vehicle had anchors on all sides that could latch into the ground — even if wind speeds reached 271 km/h, it would remain steady as a rock.

"Lao Mao, wait for us here," a young man with a baseball cap said as the door opened and three people — two men and one woman — stepped out.

The driver, Lao Mao, smiled. "No problem. We're teammates — if I don't see you come back, I'm not leaving."

Lao Mao looked to be in his 40s or 50s, balding a little, with a hardened face.

Owning such a vehicle didn't mean he was rich.

Before the apocalypse, he ran a car repair shop.

He had once watched a movie called Twister, and had been fascinated by the tornado-chasing steel beast in it. He spent over four years modifying his own version.

No one could've predicted that the apocalypse would arrive, and that this steel beast would become his greatest means of survival.

The three approached the library door, exchanging glances.

"Everyone ready? Don't split up. If there are too many zombies inside, retreat immediately. Don't make any loud noises," said the woman — the leader of the group.

She had once been a corporate leader — highly capable.

After surviving the initial chaos, she had met Lao Mao, who helped her escape. Together, they built a team. Over time, they met others during battles with zombies and eventually formed a four-person squad seeking hope in this doomsday.

"Got it, boss," the other woman replied, her short hair giving her a sharp and capable appearance. She used to have long, beautiful hair, but cut it short in the apocalypse to avoid unnecessary hindrance.

"Remember, we're here to find medical books — don't get distracted."

She reminded them again.

They needed those books in case someone fell ill — there was no doctor among them. In the past, getting sick meant going to the hospital. Now, everything had changed.

And don't even think about looking things up online.

No signal, bro.

Even a minor cough, if you looked it up online, would probably scare you into thinking you had something incurable.

Books were far more reliable now.

The three moved silently, alert, searching for hidden zombies.

"Looks like we're lucky — no zombies inside," the guy with the baseball cap joked.

Just as he was about to walk in, the woman stopped him.

"Wait."

She tapped the metal railings gently with her knife.

The sound echoed.

The two behind her understood immediately — they stayed alert. If any zombies appeared, they'd rush out and seal the door.

After a moment, not even a fly stirred.

"It's safe. Check the directory for the medical book section," she said.

The guy went to look and found the location.

"Over there."

The three jogged over, opened their backpacks, and began collecting books.

The noise wasn't loud, but not exactly quiet either.

Lam Pham, deep in study, heard the noise and frowned — he thought it might be zombies. But when he realized it was living people, he smiled.

Seemed like he had found fellow readers.

"Hey, what are you looking for?" Lam Pham called out.

"Holy crap, who said that?!"

The three, in the middle of packing books, froze in shock.

In a place this silent, to suddenly hear a voice… it terrified them.

They looked around, but saw no one.

Just as they were thinking they imagined it, the voice came again.

"I'm up here."

They looked toward the second floor and saw a figure.

Lam Pham sighed — the pile of books in front of him had blocked their view.

No wonder they didn't see him earlier.

"Who are you?" one of them asked.

"I'm Lam Pham, just a regular citizen. I had some questions about growing food, so I came to read. Didn't mean to scare you," Lam Pham said with a smile.

"Boss, what's with this guy?" the cap-wearing guy whispered.

The woman leader didn't answer right away. She stared at Lam Pham.

She was confused too.

Who was this person?

To appear here, alone, reading books in a library during the apocalypse — it was just too strange.