(3) This Kind of Choice... Would Still Be Made (3)

Professor Kim suddenly let out a sigh of relief.

He was truly afraid the boss would get angry.

But the reality was just that: matters that were not yet confirmed were better left unsaid. There were other branches that still didn't know the boss's situation. If they knew the boss had become like this, they would probably be scared to death.

To be involved in research related to zombies, and in the end, the boss himself turned into this neither-human-nor-ghost-like state, they would definitely be dumbfounded.

But when he thought of Lam Pham.

Professor Kim felt the same hatred.

He had two ideas.

The first was the evolution of Awakeners among the survivors, where the strongest existence emerged from a group of Awakeners.

The second was the raising of 'gu' zombies, to see how zombie evolution progressed, whether there would be zombies eating each other, leading to the emergence of the most dominant zombie. Based on the known types of zombies, fusion-type zombies could devour other zombies to gain their abilities.

But even fusion-type zombies were divided into different situations.

Anyway, he wanted to use fusion-type zombies for experiments. The boss's ability was not yet qualified; this was a matter of zombie hierarchy.

The crystal of a fusion-type zombie was colorful, but the colors on the crystal would depend on how many abilities it had fused. As for how many colors a perfect fusion-type zombie's crystal would have, that was truly unknown for now.

Therefore.

All along, Professor Kim had been quietly collecting the latest version of the "Zombie Illustrated Handbook," to see if there was any relevant introduction inside.

Of course, he also knew about the organization that specialized in fusing human and zombie genes. To think they were doing this kind of research, and to think their boss was truly the Chosen One. He was clearly devoured and had perfected the previous host's genes, but unexpectedly, he had taken over the dominant consciousness.

It was truly unexpected.

The base at night was very quiet.

All the Awakeners stood with their heads held high, their eyes fixed on a room not far away. A terrifying God of Slaughter lived there.

The surviving Awakeners on the scene could not forget the situation that day.

It was truly terrifying.

For a light yellow crystal, everyone went crazy, their eyes red with killing intent. The casualties were countless, and the scene instantly descended into chaos. But at that moment.

A God of Slaughter appeared. This person was someone no one had ever imagined.

Previously, no one had felt he was particularly powerful.

Who could have thought that this person, wielding two scimitars, would move as if through an empty land? The blades glinted, constantly reaping the lives of the surrounding survivors. At that moment, many heads flew into the air, spinning.

In the end, all the Awakeners were scared witless.

No one dared to advance any further.

They obediently watched as he put that light yellow crystal into his pocket.

From that moment on.

Everyone was afraid of him.

In the room.

A young man sat there, wiping two scimitars with a towel. His movements were very slow, his expression very calm. His appearance was very ordinary; if placed in a crowd, he would be the one who wouldn't attract any attention at all.

But it was precisely this unremarkable person who was the most tolerant.

His name was Quach Khai. He had always stayed at the base. In the past, when Luc Hao was the number one Awakener, he had kept a very low profile. Even when bullied, he would obediently back down.

Later, Luc Hao died.

Quy Thu Nguyet and her group became the number one Awakeners, and he still remained extremely low-key.

Until Quy Thu Nguyet and her group left, leaving behind a light yellow crystal for people to fight over. He knew they had left it on purpose, hoping they would kill each other.

But he still couldn't resist making a move.

Because he lacked a light yellow crystal. His ability had already reached the third stage.

If this stage were to be exposed, he could be ranked, and even a top few spot would not be a problem. But even with such strength, he still remained extremely low-key.

He knew well that the nail that sticks out gets hammered down.

Whoever took the lead would inevitably become a target.

Creak.

The sound of the door being pushed open.

A man slowly walked in. "Many people want to know who the mastermind of the base is. They all couldn't find him, but you found me. Your forbearance is truly admirable."

Quach Khai said nothing, then put the two wiped-clean scimitars back at his waist, turned to look at the man, "Really? It's a pity that, similarly, many people never thought that the mastermind controlling the base is just an ordinary person. A group of Awakeners being played in the palm of your hand, this is a humiliation for many people."

The man smiled, his eyes gleaming, "A pity, you're still not as good as me."

Swoosh!

Quach Khai appeared in front of the man. The scimitars that were already at his waist were now pressed against the man's neck. The blade slightly tore a small wound. "I ask you, do you have any light yellow crystals?"

"I don't. I gave you the last one. You should know the value of a light yellow crystal; it's not something an ordinary zombie can have," the man said.

Quach Khai stared into the man's eyes for a moment, then slowly released the scimitar in his hand.

"I believe you wouldn't dare to deceive me."

The man smiled and said, "Rest well. We are now companions on the same boat. When I find one, I will definitely give it to you first."

"Close the door properly, and keep the noise down," Quach Khai said.

The man turned and left, slowly closing the door. Standing in the dark corridor, he raised his hand, his little finger extended, and gently scraped the bloodstain on his neck, putting it into his mouth.

He smiled and walked towards the depths of the dark corridor.

Ordinary person?

This phrase "ordinary person" was really too good.

His strategy had been disrupted, but as long as the base still existed, everything could continue as before. But who would have thought that among this group of Awakeners, there was a hidden old fox, much smarter than he had imagined, who had actually found him.

It had to be said, it was very helpless.

But strategies are fixed, while people are flexible.

Changing strategies at any time is very common and normal.

It all depended on whether this one could truly bring him joy.

The eerie shelter.

Outside was very quiet, not a single sound. In the past, such an environment would only make Ngo Hao feel at ease, but now, that sense of ease was long gone. He only felt as if he was enveloped by endless darkness.

He had no sleepiness at all now.

He stared intently at the two sausages on the plate. If he hadn't known before, he would have wolfed them down long ago. But now, knowing what this meat was...

He truly had no appetite at all.

He even had the urge to vomit.

He picked up a cup of water and gulped it down to quench his thirst. However, with no food in his stomach, the feeling of hunger was very painful. He had to find something to eat.

Otherwise, forget about finding a way to escape this place.

He could starve to death here.

Suddenly.

He saw a rat scurrying in the corner of the room. Seeing this, Ngo Hao thought for a moment, then touched his stomach and gritted his teeth. Dammit.

He finally extended his sinful hand towards the rat.

There was no way he was eating sausage.

The things in here, just thinking about them was terrifying. While the candle was still burning, he began to roast the rat.

He had already found a job here, which was to clean the entire shelter's road surface. Who needed to sweep the roads in the apocalypse? But there was just such a job that sounded ridiculous to anyone who heard it.

Coincidentally, he could use this opportunity to scout out the situation here.

Through his observations during this period.

He had already found a suitable target: a woman with a child who was cleaning in the area where supplies were managed. He wanted to slowly get closer to her.

After all, for the future of her child, this woman should make the right choice.

Just as he was thinking about these things.

The rat seemed to be cooked.

Looking at the pitch-black thing on the outside, he wanted to puke, but... things had already come to this, what else was there to think about?

Either eat the rat.

Or eat the sausage.

That was a no-brainer; he knew which one to choose.

PS: I was a bit busy yesterday, so I'm only updating the chapter today. I'll make up for it today. I wish you all happy reading.