(2) Even With Just a One Percent Chance, I Have to Try (2)

The walking Disaster-type zombie stopped, its gaze falling upon Lam Pham. It let out a furious roar, and a deep shockwave rippled outwards like a tide, wave after wave surging toward the surroundings.

Lam Pham lightly tapped his toes on the ground, and with a swoosh, he became a streak of light, rushing forward. Reaching for Frostmourne, he slowly drew it. A flash of the blade, and the zombie's head fell to the ground.

[ Killed Giant Disaster-type Zombie ]

[ Score: 60 ]

"The 'Giant' designation... is because of its large size." Lam Pham looked at the collapsing corpse, walked to its head, cut it open, and took out the crystal inside.

The brown crystal was quite good.

"It's a pity. Even though I've killed you, the land you've destroyed won't return to its original state. I really don't know how long it will take for this area to recover." Lam Pham sighed and shook his head. He could only say that this was a real shame.

He took out his phone to inform Lao Chung and his team that they didn't need to search anymore. He had already eliminated it. It was unnecessary.

...

In the residential area.

Dai Hung had prepared breakfast: toast, eggs, and congee.

This was prepared for his daughter Van Van. During this period, Dai Hung had been very happy, always thinking that if he had met Lam Pham sooner, perhaps those things would never have happened.

"Van Van, time for breakfast." Dai Hung happily pushed open the door, only to see Van Van sitting cross-legged, meditating with her eyes closed.

He felt quite helpless about this. He had asked Lam Pham if one needed to meditate after swallowing a crystal for it to be effective. The answer he got was that it wasn't necessary; after swallowing, the crystal would automatically break down in the body.

"Dad, I know." Van Van opened her eyes and replied cheerfully.

Dai Hung said helplessly, "Van Van, you didn't sleep at all last night, just sat cross-legged. Your Uncle Lam said that after using the crystal, you just need to sleep normally, and it will break down on its own."

"No, I want to do it this way. That's how it's always shown on TV; cultivation requires sitting cross-legged. Besides, I feel like my mind has been clear the whole time, not the least bit sleepy." Van Van liked it this way. Even in class, she could multitask. It looked like she was staring at the blackboard, but she was actually cultivating; yet while it seemed she was cultivating, she was actually learning.

The enhancement of her psychic powers had pushed Van Van's thinking to its limit.

"Alright then, hurry up and come out for breakfast. You have to go to school later." What else could Dai Hung say? Whatever his daughter wanted, as a father, he could only support her unconditionally.

"Got it."

Van Van activated her psychic powers, levitated into the air, and glided towards the bathroom.

Dai Hung watched his daughter, smiling and shaking his head. He remembered when Van Van had a persistent high fever, and as a father, he was on the verge of breaking down. Fortunately, with the help of Lam Pham and the others, otherwise, he really wouldn't have known what to do.

"Sister Van Van, let's go to school." The voices of Phi Phi and Dinh Dinh came from outside the door.

"Coming, coming." Van Van slurped down a bowl of congee in one go, said goodbye to Dai Hung, slung her schoolbag over her shoulder, and rushed outside.

"Slow down."

Dai Hung reminded her while clearing the table. This was the deep love of a father for his child.

"I know."

Van Van's response could still be heard from afar.

At this moment, Van Van and her friends didn't go to the classroom first but went to an abandoned sports field.

Van Van activated her psychic powers, carrying them up into the air, as nimble as birds. Dinh Dinh and Phi Phi giggled excitedly.

After playing for a while, Van Van set them down.

"Sister Van Van, you're amazing." Phi Phi generously showered Van Van with praise.

Van Van smiled and said, "It's alright. Next is my solo training."

Phi Phi and Dinh Dinh stood to the side and watched. They knew that Sister Van Van's superpowers were incredibly strong, not something one could easily imagine.

At this moment, Van Van focused on the space in front of her.

The originally calm space began to warp as Van Van unleashed her psychic power, forming a circular vortex of pressure. The pressurized airflow spun continuously, as if any creature caught in the middle would be torn to shreds.

This was the finishing move Van Van had used to kill the flesh monster before.

At such a young age, to hold such terrifying power within her body was truly shocking to the world.

Immediately after.

Van Van looked towards a spot not far away where some steel pipes were piled up. In an instant, the pile of steel pipes was pulled by her power, suddenly shooting up. With a whoosh, they tore through the air like arrows, appearing in front of Van Van, moving with her thoughts.

All this time, Van Van had been thinking about getting stronger.

She knew that high hopes were placed on her. She had heard others say that Uncle Lam said her ability was extremely rare, and if not for Uncle Lam, she herself could have been the savior of the apocalypse.

Because of this, she always secretly told herself that she had to work hard. Even if she wasn't needed to kill zombies, she had to have the strength to protect everyone.

All the steel pipes floating in front of her began to spin at high speed, creating a terrifying airflow. If these steel pipes were to pierce a zombie, they would absolutely tear it to shreds. The range of penetration would be unimaginable.

The whistling sound of tearing wind filled the air.

The high-speed rotating steel pipes violently plunged into the ground. The ground instantly caved in, forming a large pit. The destructive force created by that impact was terrifying.

"Not bad."

Van Van nodded with satisfaction, pleased with the commotion she had caused.

"Sister Phi Phi, Sister Dinh Dinh, let's go. Class is about to start."

"Let's go."

"Let's go."

The children's lives were just that simple and happy. If one were to say who had the most pressure, it would probably be Van Van.

...

Somewhere in the apocalypse, the resistance army was advancing. A flood of steel led the way, and each member of the resistance army was equipped with a second-generation battle suit. Dressed in these suits, their safety in the apocalypse was naturally greatly guaranteed, and they didn't need to worry about normal zombies harming them.

"Report, a structure suspected to be a shelter has appeared ahead. It is not yet possible to determine if there are any survivors." A resistance soldier who was scouting ahead hurried back to report.

Luu Dao's expression was extremely serious. "Everyone, advance. Pay attention to the surroundings, ensure safety."

"Yes."

"Yes."

They advanced forward in a large group.

As the main force moved out, it naturally attracted the attention of some normal zombies. This horde of ferocious zombies charged like mad dogs. In the past, the resistance army might have set up a defensive line and used firepower to cover the area.

But now, with the second-generation battle suits on, they were naturally fearless. With a unified sound, elbow blades emerged, their sharp edges glinting.

"Kill." As the zombies approached, Luu Dao gave the order.

Everyone had fought zombies before. While they wouldn't say they were battle-hardened, dealing with mindless zombies was more than manageable.

Swish, swish. Fast, precise, and ruthless.

The heads of a group of normal zombies were directly separated from their bodies.

In a flash.

A large number of zombies were cleared out. In the past, it would have been absolutely impossible to do it so easily.

"Brother Dao, with these battle suits, we're truly unstoppable," Hoac Phan said with a laugh.

Luu Dao nodded and said, "Yes, but we can't be complacent. We're only facing normal zombies. There are still zombies that we can't deal with."

He wasn't talking about Strength-type or Speed-type zombies. They could already handle those types of zombies.

Hoac Phan said, "The tanks and armored vehicles that Lam Pham gave us have been enhanced with crystals. They're not as weak as before. If we encounter them, we just need to floor it and ram them."

Luu Dao smiled. It was just as Hoac Phan said.

Soon.

The main force had cleared a safe path and was gradually approaching the shelter. The shelter ahead was very crude, or rather, it couldn't compare to a real shelter.

"Can this kind of defense withstand zombies?" Phuong Trien looked at the shelter's defenses. It was just a defensive line made of some bricks, at most two or three meters high. If it were really targeted by zombies, it would have been gone long ago.

"Wait."

Luu Dao raised his hand, signaling the team to stop.

This was a village-like shelter, with the entrance blocked off. It was a very simple defense system, or rather, it wasn't even worth mentioning.

"Ugh..."

"Ugh..."

Low growls came from within.

Everyone looked at each other and shook their heads. It seemed to be just as they thought; this small village shelter had likely been overrun by zombies.

A resistance soldier used the magnetic grip of his second-generation battle suit to stick firmly to the wall and peeked inside.

Ferocious and terrifying zombies were limping around inside.

"It's empty. It's all zombies inside. This small shelter has been taken over by zombies," the resistance soldier reported.

Luu Dao sighed and said, "Ai, damn zombies. How are ordinary people supposed to resist them? They really don't give them a chance to survive."

Hoac Phan said, "Brother Dao, let's go. I believe if we keep going, we will find survivors."

Luu Dao nodded. That was the only option. Thanks to the battle suits, their journey had been smooth. As long as they didn't enter the cities, it would be difficult to encounter terrifying evolved zombies.

Just as Luu Dao was about to signal the main force to leave.

Phuong Trien spoke up, "Brother Dao, this is the countryside. Have you ever thought that villages have cellars? Is it possible that they are hiding in cellars waiting for rescue? For example, my hometown has cellars. If it were overrun by zombies, we planned to hide in the cellars."

Hoac Phan said, "Isn't that a bit of a gamble?"

Luu Dao frowned, deep in thought. "What do you all think? Perhaps Little Trien is right, there might really be survivors hiding in cellars. But it's also possible there are none."

The resistance soldiers on the scene looked at each other. Then someone stepped forward and spoke.

"Before we met Lam Pham at the Sunshine Shelter, our goal was to eliminate zombies and save survivors. Now that we have Lam Pham's battle suits, which give us the ability to protect ourselves, I think that even if there's only a one percent chance, I'm willing to try."

As he said these words, everyone around him nodded.

"Brother Dao, let's just give it a try. What if there really are survivors hiding in a cellar, waiting for us to rescue them?"

"That's right."

Although the number of zombies inside might be a bit high, wearing their battle suits, they weren't afraid of normal zombies.

"Alright, since you all want to give it a try, then let's give it a try. Tank team, get ready. Prepare for a breakthrough at any time. Ram straight in." Luu Dao waved his hand.

The tank team moved into position. With a loud crash, the brick wall collapsed. The loud noise attracted the horde of limping zombies. Even seeing that it was a tank advancing, the zombies still charged towards the flood of steel without any fear.

The zombies' attacks were very aggressive.

They had a heroic demeanor of not giving a damn about anything.

Splat! Splat!

The crystal-enhanced tank was like a harvester, continuously reaping zombies. Flesh and blood exploded, and thick blood splattered all over the ground.

Entering the village.

Luu Dao said, "Everyone, check the village cellars. Be careful, don't be complacent."

"Alright."

"Roger."

Acting in the apocalypse, they knew that danger was always present. Even wearing battle suits, they would not be careless.

A Strength-type zombie appeared ahead. Seeing the tank rushing over, it roared and charged furiously, raising its fist to smash the tank.

If this had been before, it would have looked quite intimidating.

But now, the resistance soldier driving the tank wasn't panicked in the slightest, even cheering.

"Come on, let me ram you to death!"

Bang!

The Strength-type zombie's fist slammed heavily on the tank. Unfortunately, there was only a loud sound; the tank was completely fine. With a squelch, the tank pulled the Strength-type zombie under its treads, and a large amount of blood spurted out.

The resistance soldiers following behind swung their elbow blades, split its head open, and found a crystal.

At this moment.

Hoac Phan saw something that looked like a cellar. He waved his hand and led two companions towards it. The entrance was covered by two iron plates. When he tried to open them, he found they were locked from the inside.

Seeing this, Hoac Phan's face lit up. Locked from the inside meant that there were people inside. Otherwise, how could it be locked?

"There might be survivors."

Without thinking, Hoac Phan threw a punch, and the iron plates shattered directly. This was the power of the battle suit.

As the cellar was opened, Hoac Phan eagerly went in. He wanted to be the first to see living survivors. He really wanted to be a savior in the eyes of others.

Hoac Phan smelled the air in the gloomy environment; it was filled with a foul stench.

This smell gave him a bad feeling.

He turned on the built-in light of his battle suit, illuminating the passage. He walked inside, all the way to the end.

Hoac Phan stopped, staring blankly at the scene before him.

In the small cellar, there was solidified feces and urine everywhere. There was also a highly decomposed corpse lying quietly. Countless maggots were crawling in its flesh and blood.

There were also many ears of corn around.

But while there was food, there was not enough water. The empty plastic bottles seemed to say how desperate, how helpless this survivor was when the water resources ran out. In the end, he had been thirsted to death.

"We were still too late."

Hoac Phan lowered his head, deeply disappointed, with an indescribable sense of helplessness.