I Am Really, Really Powerful

Bang!

The watermelon fell from above, crashing down to the ground in a dramatic scene. Many people watched as it hit—it was truly malicious.

In the blink of an eye, before anyone could fully comprehend what happened, a plump corpse fell from the rooftop, smashing hard onto the ground. The head exploded, and fresh blood splattered everywhere.

A loud, resounding explosion echoed through the residential area.

Wang Zhongguo: "Old friend, don't look."

Zhu Aiqun: "Old friend, don't look."

Not wanting their wives to witness such cruelty was a common point among all men, regardless of their age. Even though they were all stunned and speechless at the scene unfolding before them, they couldn't help but be shocked.

How could someone be so brutal?

"Little fatty, are you okay?"

Lam Pham knew that the little fatty had already died, but he still asked out of habit, as if inquiring about their well-being.

He looked up towards the rooftop, where a group of people were digging and observing. It didn't take long for him to understand what had happened—something had been thrown down, and now it was clear.

The shrieks of zombies echoed from all directions.

Such a loud noise had undoubtedly attracted the zombies.

Lam Pham stood calmly in place, unfazed, quietly drawing Frostmourne. He whispered to himself, "Zombies, please maintain some sense, don't do anything illegal. Otherwise, I'll be forced to defend myself, and I'll have to chop you all to pieces."

"Haha..." On the rooftop, Xiao Ben laughed loudly, having already seen many zombies rushing from the alleyways. Their target was the little brat and the four old men.

He thought that if they tried to run, they would definitely be caught by the zombies.

Now, with the bait in place, the zombies would be lured away, giving them a better chance of escaping.

"How come he's still not moving?" Tran Cuong frowned, noticing that the little brat was standing there motionless. "Is he stunned or something?"

Xiao Ben sneered, "Impossible. He will definitely run."

The remaining survivors on the rooftop looked fearfully at Xiao Ben, shocked by the drastic change in the world. Everything they once believed in—morals, ethics—had been upended in this apocalypse. Now, in the face of life and death, nothing mattered.

They were terrified of Xiao Ben.

He seemed completely insane now.

"Hmm? How come he's still not moving?" Xiao Ben also felt something was off. "Is he really just stunned?"

"Damn, useless thing," he cursed, growing more irritated.

It was such a rare opportunity. If they just ran, they could lure all the zombies away.

The two elderly men calmly watched the zombies approach.

"Young man, you should hurry up and run. We'll block them for you."

They were ready. If they were younger, they would have grabbed their weapons and fought off the zombies. But now, at their age, they could barely swing a stick without hurting their backs.

But they felt strangely protective of the young man, willing to use their bodies to shield him, allowing him a chance to escape.

"Old men, do you think my sword is cool?" Lam Pham smiled and asked.

Wang Zhongguo: ...

Zhu Aiqun: ...

"I'm really strong, I've never lied. Look at me! I told you I'd protect you, and I won't let anything happen to you."

With a swift swing!

Lam Pham slashed through with one strike.

A ferocious zombie's head flew through the air, blood splattering everywhere.

His movements were swift and ruthless, so fast that the sword action was barely visible—only a blur of shadows remained.

This impressed the elderly men. From Lam Pham, they saw a glimpse of the battles they fought during their youth—when they defended the country, swinging swords against enemies. Back then, cutting off heads with a big blade took a lot of effort.

But Lam Pham made it look easy.

He wasn't satisfied with just protecting himself—these zombies had their own lives, but they couldn't just live carefree at the expense of others. After all, there were four elderly heroes behind him.

At this moment, without hesitation, Lam Pham summoned the true form of Frostmourne and entered a state of total combat.

Even if the police knew, they would still give him a thumbs up and praise his precise and efficient skills.

With one slash, he split a zombie in half.

With one kick, he sent another zombie flying over ten meters.

When another wave of zombies rushed at him, he swept his sword in a crescent arc, effortlessly cutting them down one by one.

When a certain level of strength was achieved, no matter how tough the zombie's body was, it was as fragile as tofu.

"How... What's going on below?" Tran Cuong gaped in shock, unable to speak, completely stunned by the scene unfolding.

Xiao Ben couldn't believe his eyes. "It's impossible. Can he really take on so many zombies alone?"

He refused to believe it. How could someone like him exist?

These zombies were not like the slow-moving, dull ones you'd see in movies. They were fast, strong, and terrifying—no trace of weakness.

The remaining survivors on the rooftop cried out in disbelief as they watched.

"We're saved!"

"Yes, if we leave with him, we'll definitely survive."

Downstairs.

Lam Pham stood calmly, Frostmourne dripping with blood, the red aura spreading around him. The true form of the weapon had fully awakened, emitting a dark and ominous light.

The four elderly men stood frozen, unable to process what had just happened.

They had never imagined that the seemingly strange young man was so powerful.

Lam Pham turned to the elderly men, smiling as he spoke, "Did you see that? I'm really strong."

Wang Zhongguo raised his thumb, "Good job, young man. What you did just now was truly impressive."

Zhu Aiqun remembered when he worked in the military industry, surrounded by elites who could take on ten or more opponents with ease. With the right weapon, one person could easily take down twenty enemies.

But comparing that to Lam Pham—there was no comparison at all.

Lam Pham glanced at the dead little fatty. "Old men, he was thrown from the rooftop. The culprit is still up there."

"Yes, that's right," they agreed.

"So, I plan to catch the culprit and take them to the police station so they can face justice."

The elderly men looked at each other. They liked this young man, but honestly, what he was saying was... strange.

Take them to the police station?

In the apocalypse, the police station no longer existed.

"Yes, you're right, the police station should be the place," Wang Zhongguo nodded in agreement, fully backing Lam Pham's words.

The others exchanged looks, wondering if they were all just going along with whatever the young man said.

Down on the rooftop, the survivors looked back at Lam Pham, full of hope.

"He's back! He's here to protect us and help us leave."

...

Bang, bang!

"Please close the door."

At that moment, there was a loud knock on the metal door.

"He's here to save us! We're saved!" One survivor shouted with joy as they opened the door.

"Stop!" Xiao Ben shouted, trying to stop them.

But it was too late.

The survivors, full of hope, didn't care about Xiao Ben's warning. They opened the door wide.

Lam Pham stood outside, coldly scanning the crowd. He asked, "There's a dead little fatty downstairs. Can anyone tell me who pushed him?"

"It was him! He's the one who pushed him down!" One survivor quickly spoke up.

"He's the executioner! He's the one who told us to throw things downstairs, and it was him who threw the person too. It had nothing to do with me!"

"Yeah, that's right, it was him!"

The survivors quickly threw everything onto Xiao Ben, completely absolving themselves of any responsibility.

Lam Pham looked at Xiao Ben, walked over, and grabbed his hand.

"What are you doing?" Xiao Ben growled, trying to resist, but Lam Pham's strength was overwhelming, and he couldn't break free.

"You pushed him down, that's a crime. I'm taking you to the police station," Lam Pham said.

"What?!" Xiao Ben was shocked, cursing, "You're crazy."

Lam Pham shook his head, "In this world, if you commit a crime, you face the consequences. Stop resisting, let's go."

He grabbed Xiao Ben as if he were a small chicken and began walking.

"Ah! Let go! I'll let go, just let go! Tran Cuong, help me!"

Xiao Ben struggled, but it was useless. He called out desperately to Tran Cuong for help, but Tran Cuong was too stunned to respond.

"Big brother, take me with you! I can do anything," one of the attractive women begged, occasionally trying to touch Lam Pham's body.

Lam Pham replied, "I don't ride electric cars. I can't take so many people. See you."

With that, he closed the metal door once more, leaving a small gap open. "In the future, when you encounter a situation like this, don't protect the criminal. Always report to the police first. Understood?"

The door slammed shut.

The survivors on the rooftop exchanged looks, bewildered.

"He's definitely a crazy person." Tran Cuong slumped to the ground, his face dark. "Who is he?"