Simultaneous Transmigration: From Douluo Continent to the Pinnacle

Chapter 19 Adaptation

"Da da da————"

Just as Lin Yao and Miyamoto Rei were moving down the stairs, several dark-colored helicopters suddenly roared and flew over the school.

The loud noise of the propeller churning the air echoed through the corridor, causing all four people to stop and look up.

"A Black Hawk military helicopter? What are you doing here?!"

Takashi Komuro gripped the baseball bat tightly, his Adam's apple bobbing as he gasped in surprise.

"No, look at the markings on the fuselage, it's the Self-Defense Forces."

Jing Haoyong squinted and examined it carefully, his brows furrowing into a knot.

"But there are no military bases nearby, and I've never heard of any flight paths passing by the academy—"

"When will I be able to take it down with my own strength?!"

As for Lin Yao, the thought suddenly popped into his mind, and he was truly looking forward to it.

"Senior Lin Yao, Xiao, Li."

On the other side, Igo Hisashi's gaze swept over the receding silhouettes of helicopters outside the window, and he said in a somewhat somber tone, "It seems this rabies-like riot isn't just happening at the academy. Something's probably happening elsewhere too. Those helicopters—they must be protecting someone."

"The population density outside is much higher, so the spread will only be faster. The situation is probably worse than we think."

Rei Miyamoto had already instinctively opened her mouth, intending to call for help in the direction of the helicopter.

But upon hearing Jing Haoyong's words, he swallowed the words that were on the tip of his tongue.

She knows the rules of this country all too well.

So-called equality is nothing but fancy rhetoric from politicians. When it comes to life and death, the helicopter doors will only open for the powerful and wealthy.

Shouting downstairs now would be a waste of energy.

She glanced at the helicopter, which had already become a tiny black dot on the horizon, her fingertips unconsciously digging into the wooden shaft of the long gun.

Upon hearing this, Lin Yao banished all other thoughts from his mind, nodded, and said calmly, "Since the situation outside is not good, we must hurry up and make sure we have a better chance of survival."

"The academy may seem safe for the time being, but in reality, it has limited resources, weak defenses, and a high density of people."

He paused, glancing at the faint roars coming from the end of the corridor.

"Something that spreads rapidly will only be more deadly here. We must leave as soon as possible."

Upon hearing this, Miyamoto Rei and the other two nodded subconsciously.

At this moment, my trust in Lin Yao no longer stemmed solely from his status as a senior, but more from my recognition of his ability to calmly analyze situations.

"roar--"

Just then, the roar of a zombie came from the other end of the corridor.

Several zombies dressed in school uniforms or faculty uniforms had already spotted them and were staggering but rushing towards them with unusual speed.

The stench wafted through the air, making one's stomach churn.

"Alright, the real test begins."

Lin Yao gripped the Rainbow Sword tightly in his hand; the blade gleamed coldly in the sunlight.

"Words are useless; actions speak louder than words. I'll lead the way, and you three will follow in teams of three, paying attention to teamwork."

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Seemingly noticing Ikegami's hesitant expression, he added.

"Don't worry, I earned my position as the vice president of the kendo club through hard work and skill, not by talking. I have real ability."

"Then I'll have to trouble you, Senior Lin Yao!"

Jing Haoyong breathed a sigh of relief and nodded solemnly.

"We will never hold anyone back."

He had always been the most authoritative among the three, and since he had expressed his opinion, Komuro Takashi and Miyamoto Rei immediately nodded in agreement.

After making the arrangements, Lin Yao faced the oncoming zombies with an unusually calm expression.

He had thought he would panic, tremble, and even be overwhelmed with fear when facing such a monster, but when the moment actually arrived, he was surprisingly calm.

There was no fear, only one thought.

How can we solve these things that can no longer be called human beings in a more effortless and efficient way?

"call out-

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The rainbow sword sliced ​​through the air with a soft sound.

Lin Yao flicked his wrist, and the tip of his sword precisely sliced ​​across the neck of the foremost zombie.

Almost instantly, the zombie's head separated from its body and slammed to the ground with a thud.

Blackish-red blood, with a foul stench and a slightly congealed feel, gushed from the severed neck, spreading into a small stain on the ground.

"strangeness----"

Lin Yao flicked the blood off his sword, a hint of surprise flashing through his mind.

"Why didn't I experience any of the disgust, fear, or even vomiting reactions described in those novels?"

Without stopping, he swung his long sword again, swiftly and decisively eliminating another zombie that was right behind him.

"Senior Lin Yao is so strong————"

As Komuro Takashi swung his baseball bat, smashing down a zombie that Miyamoto Rei had restrained with her spear, he couldn't help but glance at Lin Yao's back, secretly marveling, "As expected of the kendo club member, if this is his strength and he's only the vice president, then the president must be comparable to a professional swordsman!"

They were initially worried about the risks of going downstairs, but seeing Lin Yao deal with the zombies so easily, even more efficiently than the three of them combined, their unease dissipated considerably.

"Whoosh—"

Lin Yao paid no attention to the gazes behind him. With each swing of his longsword, a zombie fell.

He wasn't just relying on brute force and the convenience of weapons; he was also using this opportunity to hone his observation skills.

While swinging your sword, pay attention to the zombies' reactions and figure out the most efficient way to kill them in a very short time.

Through this real-world experience, his swordsmanship became increasingly skillful.

The already sharp Rainbow Sword became increasingly efficient at killing, eventually eliminating the need for finishing blows altogether.

Sometimes, when Lin Yao thrusts his sword, Komuro and the other two can't even see the trajectory of the sword; they only see that he has already passed the zombie.

A few seconds later, the zombie slowly collapsed to the ground, its head lolling to one side, already lifeless. The entire process was fluid and graceful, possessing a cruel sense of artistry.

"Senior Lin Yao, he—"

Rei Miyamoto stared wide-eyed at Lin Yao's retreating figure, a strange feeling rising within her.

She had thought that such rapid growth, which was visible to the naked eye, was just an exaggeration in books, but she never expected to actually see it with her own eyes.

"If this were ancient times, with this talent, Senior Lin Yao would definitely have made a name for himself."

Jing Haoyong sincerely praised, and then whispered.

"But in this day and age—there are just too many limitations."

No matter how skilled you are in martial arts, you can't beat guns and cannons.

Unmoved by the admiring voices behind him, Lin Yao focused intently, making each swing of his sword as close as possible to that "perfect strike."

Previously, the power accumulated through the Golden Finger Star Cluster had gradually settled in actual combat, and its application became increasingly skillful.

Gradually, he led the three to a relatively narrow passageway. This place was easy to defend and difficult to attack, making it a safe corner for the time being.

The three of them, including Komuro, now looked at Lin Yao with a mixture of awe and barely perceptible fear.

It was an instinctive fear of a power that could easily take a life.

"Take a break, you must be tired."

Lin Yao scanned his surroundings, confirming that it was temporarily safe, and his gaze fell on the vending machine not far away, his eyes lighting up.

He took out the few coins he had left, walked to the vending machine, bought a bottle of chilled sports drink, unscrewed the cap, and drank it all in one gulp.

"call-

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The cool, sweet and sour liquid slid down his throat, dispelling some of his fatigue, and he couldn't help but let out a soft, satisfied moan.

"Is this...is this still the same senior from before?"

Looking at Lin Yao sitting on the steps with a somewhat content expression, Miyamoto Rei felt an even stronger sense of unease.

However, the resistance caused by fear gradually faded away.

Lin Yao noticed the three people's gazes, shook the almost-finished drink in his hand, and laughed, "Don't look at me like that. Everyone has their hobbies, right? I just like drinking these sweet and sour iced drinks. I know they're not good for my health, but I just can't give them up. I'm young, I can take it."

He then pointed to the vending machine: "You guys should go get some water too. The school clinic isn't far from here, so we'll set off after a short rest."

"it is good."

Igo Hisashi and Komuro Takashi responded and pulled the still dazed Miyamoto Rei to the corner to sit down, each taking out water to replenish their energy.

Lin Yao looked down at the Rainbow Sword in his hand. The blade was no longer as clean as before, with faint traces of blood clinging to it, yet it remained sharp.

"The quality is quite good. After chopping for so long, the blade hasn't worn down at all, which is truly rare."

At the same time, the physical strength transformed from soul power within his body, and the blood energy condensed there, seemed to be able to weakly protect the sword.

only----

In a place like a school, panic spreads extremely quickly. Before long, there will probably be enough zombies to make the sword cut the dull blade.

When the time comes, we'll have to find a way to avoid their sharp edge.

"Never! Never—!"

Suddenly, from around the corner not far away came Miyamoto Rei's heart-wrenching cries, filled with endless despair.

Lin Yao's heart sank, and he sighed softly, "So, he still couldn't make it through—"

He gripped the Changhong Sword, stood up, and strode towards the corner, where he saw Jing Haoyong.

The calm and composed young man, in the last moment before his consciousness was completely consumed by the virus, resolutely jumped off the railing of the passageway.

Just before falling, Jing Haoyong's gaze met Lin Yao's directly in front of him. A trace of regret appeared on his pale face, and his lips moved slightly, without making a sound, but clearly conveying the unfinished meaning.

Lihexiao, I'm counting on you, senior.

I don't want to be a burden to everyone.

"I didn't expect him to face death more calmly than in the original story."

A hint of surprise crossed Lin Yao's mind, along with a touch of regret.

"At least in front of his childhood friend and best friend, he managed to save face and didn't turn into a zombie like in the original story, get his head blown off by Takashi Komuro, and end up in such a sorry state."

He had originally thought that if given the chance, he might try to boost his immunity to see if he could withstand the viral infection, but now it seems that was just wishful thinking.

The human body's immune system can sometimes be incredibly strong, and at other times it can be as fragile as a thin sheet of paper, easily torn apart.

"Senior—"

Rei Miyamoto leaned on the railing, gazing at the empty ground below. She could no longer see Igou Hisashi's figure. Her body went limp, and she slowly slumped to the ground, her shoulders trembling violently, and suppressed sobs rose intermittently.

"Well—Well He—"

Takashi Komuro stood to the side, his lips trembling, his eyes filled with an extremely complex mix of sadness, fear, and even a hint of indescribable pleasure.

A mix of emotions made him momentarily forget to comfort the weeping Miyamoto Rei.

Lin Yao stepped forward and gently patted Miyamoto Rei's shoulder, without saying anything to comfort her.

He was only meeting them by chance, and too many words would only seem hypocritical.

Of course, putting aside Komuro Takashi's somewhat complicated perspective, Lin Yao still has some appreciation for Igou Hisashi, a young man with high emotional intelligence.

It's a pity that humans are ultimately too fragile.

"Let's calm down, it's time to get going."

Lin Yao's voice was very soft.

"Yong chose to end his life before becoming a zombie because he didn't want to be a burden to you. I think he must have hoped that you could carry on his legacy and live well in this chaotic world."

Upon hearing this, Miyamoto Rei suddenly raised her head, a glint of light flashing in her eyes.

Lin Yao's words were like a thorn, waking her from her grief. She took a deep breath, forcefully wiped away her tears, and her eyes gradually hardened.

Komuro Takashi was also brought back to his senses by those words. Looking at Miyamoto Rei struggling to stand up, and recalling Igou Hisashi's last look, his heart was filled with complex emotions.

"The deceased is gone, and no amount of grief can bring them back." Lin Yao looked at the two of them. "The most important thing now is to carry on with his hope and live on."

Rei Miyamoto and Takashi Komuro nodded simultaneously, their eyes still filled with deep sorrow, but now imbued with a renewed determination to support each other.

"I want to—I want to call my dad."

Rei Miyamoto's voice was still a little hoarse as she turned to Takashi Komuro, with a hint of barely perceptible dependence in her voice.

"Xiao, can I borrow your phone for a moment?"

The stinging pain from being slapped in front of everyone by Takashi Komuro in the classroom earlier had long been overshadowed by the instinct for survival and worry for his family.

As for why she didn't contact Lin Yao, it wasn't because she didn't trust him, but because she suddenly realized that she couldn't remember her father's phone number and had to borrow Komuro Takashi's phone.

That was a number she used to know very well.

"Okay, here you go."

Komuro Takashi paused for a moment, then immediately took out his phone from his pocket and handed it over.

With trembling fingers, Miyamoto Rei dialed the number, and the receiver emitted a busy tone, each beep like a hammer blow to her heart.

"It's connected!"

A hint of joy flashed in her eyes.

"Hey? Is this number... Xiao? Is Li with you?"

The anxious and flustered voice of Miyamoto Rei's father came from the other end of the phone. The signal was intermittent, and there were also noisy shouts and collisions.

"Dad! It's me! Rei!" Rei Miyamoto gripped her phone tightly, her voice trembling with emotion. "Where are you? Are you alright?"

"Listen to me—"

The voice on the other end of the phone suddenly rose in volume, as if the person hadn't heard her at all.

"The entire city of Bedhouse is in chaos—get Rei away from there quickly—you must—"

"Sizzle—"

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Before the words were finished, the signal suddenly cut off, leaving only a monotonous busy tone.

Rei Miyamoto stood there, holding her phone, stunned. All color drained from her face, leaving only a deathly pallor.

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