The four people discussed for more than three hours before finally deciding that Gong father and Song Haoran were responsible for gathering the military forces of province A, collecting as many weapons and military supplies as possible, and finding a suitable location for the military base they would need to build after the apocalypse begun. Gong Xiangyi and Lin Wenbo were responsible for amassing food and daily necessities and doing logistical work for Gong’s army.

  During the apocalypse, with the ability to protect themselves, the army would be able to clean up the zombies in surrounding areas providing a dangerless zone where others could flee to. In Gong Xiangyi’s last life, Gong father had taken control of Province A’s military as soon as the apocalypse began; this led to the Gong Family surviving, enabling them to lay the foundation which Song Haoran and Lin Wenbo would rely on to become the hegemons of their group.

  Gong Xiangyi was retreading the same path, but this time she also needed to help Gong father form the strongest group in C country so they could establish a independent city-state belonging to the Gong family.

  Several people perused the military map before finally selecting a new training on the border of the province to act as a temporary base once the apocalypse struck. The training camp was isolated from the city by a river. If one travelled from the capital, it was necessary to cross a bridge to access the training camp.

  As long as the training camp defences were reinforced, together with an outer wall on the other side of the bridge, then the threat of zombie hordes advancing from the city would be eliminated. The bridge pier could also be evacuated if the military was unable to hold the position any longer.

  A highway which connected four provinces’ borders was situated beside the training camp. There was little traffic due to the surrounding areas being uninhabited. It was the best place to avoid zombies, and the military base could be considered the best when it came to strategical defence.

  Eventually, the plan was confirmed. Gong father leaned back on his chair, brows furrowing; worry could be seen on his face. He didn’t want any of his daughter’s predictions coming true. However, his intuition told him that his daughter’s predictions would come true. He wondered what humanity’s fate would be once the apocalypse began. Ever since humans became the most dominant species in the food chain, there was nary a person that imagined that they would topple off their throne on top of the food chain, and becoming prey. The mere thought of human blood flowing into rivers and corpses strewn everywhere had Gong father’s hair standing on end.

  A depressing and suffocating atmosphere pervaded the room as everybody was lost in their thoughts. A long while later, Gong father sighed before leaving Gong Xiangyi’s room and locking himself in his study. Song Haoran also had no intention of staying, and did not wait for Gong Xiangyi to leave.

  Passing by Gong Lixin’s room, Song Haoran noticed the lights were still on through the gap between the door and floor. He stopped to push the door open so he could have a look at the child.

  Gong Lixin was curled up on his bed, hugging his knees to his chest whilst staring at his laptop. The laptop was placed on the bed, with the screen facing away from the door, such that Song Haoran was unable to see what was being displayed on the screen. That didn’t stop Song Haoran from listening to the screams and roars that were coming from the speakers.

  Frowning slightly, he approached the bed to stare at Gong Lixin before moving the laptop so he could see the screen. He whispered, "Lixin, what are you watching? Why is it so bad?"

  "Resident Evil." The young master pointed to the movie name marked on the video. At that moment, a group of zombies were displayed on the screen with bloody mouths tearing a man into pieces, eating him. The image was bloody and ghastly.

  Song Haoran was somewhat sensitive to the scene in the movie since he had received news about the apocalypse not long ago. He steeled himself, knowing that events similar to the movie would soon become reality. However, the anxiety in his heart was not easily rid of. The screams of dying people and the roar of the zombies pounded in his ears, causing his face to twist into a pained expression.

  Xiao Lin was the devil of extinction. He loved killing. The young master had long been accustomed to such bloody scenes. He didn’t bat an eye, and neither did his expression change as he watched the movie.

  Feeling Song Haoran’s body becoming stiff, Gong Lixin looked up to see the handsome face slightly paling. The young master licked his lips and extended his hands so that he could hold and comfort Song Haoran. Embracing Song Haoran, he patted the man’s wide back in a comforting manner. "Don’t be afraid, this is fake." Gong Lixin had watched a horror movie the first time he watched TV with his father. He had been shocked by the sight of ghosts appearing on the screen, but Gong father had comforted him at the time. It was something he remembered very clearly.

  Song Haoran was embarrassed by the fact the young boy was comforting him even though their statures were polar opposites. Nonetheless, he smiled; his heart warming as he felt the boy continuing his actions.

  Song Haoran reached over to touch the soft, silky hair, as he asked, "If these scenes were reality, would you be scared?" He began to internally debate whether he should tell the boy about what was going to happen in the near future.

  He was unsure whether knowledge of the apocalypse would be beneficial for the boy. He didn’t want such topics burdening the boy.

  Song Haoran was still hesitating when Gong Lixin answered, "Not afraid." The young master ignored Song Haoran’s inner struggle. "Zombies can simply be killed one by one. There is nothing to be afraid of. As long as all the zombies are dead, one day, the world regain its vitality and everything will return to normal."

  The youngster looked up at Song Haoran. His delicate appearance with his sharp edges contrasted deeply with his calm, clear eyes filled with indifference. His cold visage revealed his (hidden),powerful inner heart when he glanced at him(SHR). Whilst gazing at the youngster’s calm, radiant face, Song Haoran listened to his words which were filled with firm confidence. Song Haoran’s anxiety and uneasiness lessened, before a small, pleasant smile appeared on his face.

  The human population would continue to grow while zombies could only stink and decay into a bloody mess. It was just a matter of killing them off one by one. He likened it to cutting decaying flesh from a festering wound, the decaying flesh is removed and the wound would heal someday. Even if he wasn’t sure that he could live to see the day zombies were annihilated, Song Haoran was still confident due to his belief that humanity would prevail.

  Smiling, he grabbed the young man’s thin waist and pushed his head him into his broad chest. Song Haoran had a serene expression as his chin touched the boy’s soft hair. The youth snuggled into his arms, one hand gently patting his back, his pink lips curling into a smile, making him look very comfortable.

  In the room, one tall person, and one shorter person quietly embraced each other, giving comfort to each other; creating an image filled with warmth.

  It was unknown as to how long Lin Wenbo stood outside the room out of view, before he took his eyes off the image. Lazily leaning against the wall, he pulled out a cigarette and ignited it. The smoke slowly drifted away from his face as he smirked slightly. ,

  At that instant, he was somewhat envious of his friend who was embracing the youth,Gong Lixin. The child seemed to possess a magical power which made others feel a sense of happiness by merely looking at his calm expression. It was comfortable, neither too strong or profound, allowing one to relieve their heart’s burden.

  It was good to comfort someone in times like this! Lin Wenbo sighed inwardly as he blew out some smoke. He suddenly recalled Gong Xiangyi rushing to organize materials in her space and driving him out of the room. His smirk faded into a neutral expression at the thought.

  Gong Lixin leaned against Song Haoran’s warm chest, yawning lazily, teardrops wetting his curled lashes.

  When Song Haoran saw this, he let go of the soft body even if he didn’t want to. "It’s late, go to sleep." He(SHR) said while turning off the movie. He stood up and turned his head towards the sleepy teenager and cautiously added, "From tomorrow onwards, you will train everyday. I will be going to the army for training as well. Fighting, shooting, climbing, long-distance running, all are things you have to learn and practise…… I will help you with getting out of school. Look at these skinny arms and legs, what will you do if you meet danger!" Song Haoran said while pinching Gong Lixin’s arms.

  Gong Lixin’s hands were smooth and tender, beautifully enchanting; causing one to wonder how alluring the boy’s naked body would be. As soon as that image appeared in his mind, Song Haoran’s expression stiffened, and he immediately let go of the youth.

  Gong Lixin looked down before closing his eyes. He didn’t see the change in Song Haoran’s expression. His arms stretched out to pull the soft and fluffy quilt up to his chest.

  Song Haoran stood by the bed, staring at the young boy sleeping. When the heat in his lower body and the strange feeling in his heart subsided, he closed the door and left. As for the apocalypse, he had made up his mind to withhold the information from the boy…… Since dark times were ahead, he would let him enjoy this peaceful, happy time.

  Once Song Haoran closed the door behind him, he saw Lin Wenbo who was leaning against the wall with a cigarette in his hand. His footsteps paused and his expression twisted. But he quickly caught himself, and whispered, "Have you heard? From tomorrow onwards, you are required to go to the army to participate in training so you can survive longer during the apocalypse."

  Gong Xiangyi predicted that they would become ability users but they could not rest easy even if they became ability users. Improving physical fitness and learning self-defence skills was always good.

  Lin Wenbo stubbed his cigarette out, throwing it on the floor before nodding.

  It was a dreamless night for the young master. He woke up the next day with a visage filled with seriousness as he recalled the eavesdropped conversation between the two men outside of his room.

  Gong Xiangyi had spoken about a lot of things that he didn’t quite understand, such as power, space, evolution and the like. Fortunately, his adaptability was strong. People were smart and superb, and he could skillfully use his five-stroke typing method to find answers on Baidu (Google).

  Gong Lixin’s impression of the apocalypse could be summed up in only two words: hunger and killing.

  He heard Gong Xiangyi predict that he would not have an ability but he would not become a zombie either. This was good. Even if he didn’t have power, he still had martial arts. If he could cultivate the "Reverse Spirits" to the third level, even evolved zombies could not hurt him. In his previous life, he was confined to the underground palace, why would he fear killing?

  As for hunger, he was used to having atrocious food when he was exiled to the underground palace.In order to save more time to cultivate, Xiao Lin would always refine Bugu Dan for him. If he was hungry, he would eat one and he would no longer need to eat for the next two months. Although the taste of Bugu Dan was bitter, it was very practical in the apocalypse because of food shortage. It was necessary to produce a few bottles of this medicine.

  When he thought about it, the name of the medicinal materials in this world was the same as the name of medicinal materials in his original world. The young master quickly opened his notebook and began recording the ingredients needed to refine Bugu Dan.

  He wrote down the ingredients for Bugu Dan. Whilst doing so, the little master thought about how zombies could cut human skin and transmit the virus, similar to the corpses made by Xiao Lin. If he were to refine the Baidu Dan and eat it, he would be immune to all poison, even those coming from zombies. He could also use his internal force as an alternative to force the zombie toxin out, but it was better to be safe than sorry.

  Rubbing his lips, he remembered the existence of the Baidu Dan. The young master was somewhat troubled this time, because to refine this poisonous Dan, he would require rare poisons. Even if he used the all-encompassing magical Internet, he would still have a hard time finding all of them in one go considering that poisons were highly-regulated.

  Hn, tell others to do it. Two people tackling the job was better than one. The young master secretly nodded and peace of mind returned to the child who was pressed for time.