Simultaneous Transmigration: From Douluo Continent to the Pinnacle

Chapter 21 Breaking Out of the Academy, A Mother's Heart

"Hello everyone, this is your host, Miwako. I'm here to report from the scene of the riot—"

Inside the research room, as everyone was resting against the wall, the television hanging on the wall was broadcasting content.

In the video, the female anchor, Miwako, with her exquisite makeup, has her hair slightly disheveled by the strong winds at the scene, and behind her, screams and explosions can be faintly heard.

The zombie virus spread far faster than any emergency plan anticipated, and the constantly changing images on the screen were terrifying.

The glass doors of convenience stores were smashed to pieces by the screaming crowd, ambulances were blocked at intersections by overturned trucks, and the streets were no longer bustling.

Even more chilling is the report's mention that similar disasters have occurred not only in Japan but also around the world.

Especially in the Americas, across the ocean, the variety of zombies is beyond imagination.

Licker, Stalker, Tyrant —

Lin Yao silently recited the names of those biological weapons he remembered.

In the Resident Evil universe, even with such powerful modern technology, the world's strongest military force is stretched thin under the dual pressure of mutated creatures and internal chaos.

No matter how advanced the weapon is, it still needs to be operated by people.

Humans have weaknesses. Fear can slow down the timing of pulling the trigger by half a second, and then death is what awaits.

However, compared to the mutants in other regions, the zombies here are more like a weakened version of "dead bodies".

It has neither the claws of a licker nor the steel body of a tyrant; it acts solely on its primal, biting instincts.

This discovery eased his tense nerves slightly, but he was then agitated by even more confusing information.

"This world is a complete mess—"

Lin Yao rubbed his temples, his mind flashing through various random types of zombies.

For example, in "World War Z," ordinary zombies can run like cheetahs and climb walls as if walking on flat ground.

They ignore cancer patients but can pinpoint health targets with their terrifyingly keen hearing.

Even if you hide in a sealed room, you can't escape the danger of death unless you inject yourself with a cancer virus to prolong your life for a while.

With Lin Yao's current strength, comparable to a Soul Master without Soul Rings at the first ring, he could easily deal with three or four ordinary zombies.

But if you encounter an auditory mutant, or are surrounded by a horde of more than ten zombies, you'll probably end up as their food.

"As expected, this should be a large-scale, high-speed infectious disease, similar to the Black Death in 14th-century Europe."

Saya Takagi pushed up her slipping glasses, revealing a calmness behind the lenses that belied her age.

She clearly had no experience with zombie-themed works and could only find references from historical knowledge.

"At that time, there was also a large-scale population loss —"

"How was that problem resolved?"

Miyamoto Rei subconsciously pressed for an answer, but bit her lip before she could finish.

She suddenly remembered the medical conditions in ancient times, and the cruel truths behind the "isolation" in historical records. Her face instantly turned pale. "It can't be... like that, can it? That's too cruel..."

"That's pretty much what you think."

Saya Takagi's voice lowered, "Only the powerful and wealthy can hide in castles and survive through strict isolation."

As for slaves and tenant farmers, nobody cared about them.

After 30 million people died, the European continent became so empty that even human communication became a problem. Without a host, the virus slowly disappeared.

These words instantly froze the already oppressive atmosphere.

When I heard these numbers in history class before, I just thought of them as distant symbols.

But now, as the roars of zombies echo outside the teaching building, I feel the pain of becoming one of those numbers.

Nobody wants to become a modern-day victim, especially not even to be counted in death statistics.

"Actually, I think it's fine."

Shizuka Marikawa suddenly spoke, trying to ease the tension. She smoothed her loose curly hair and revealed her signature gentle smile.

"These crazy people only spread through direct contact, which is much better than the Black Death. Once summer comes and the corpses decompose into bones, everyone will be safe, right?"

But these words did not comfort people; instead, they made more people lower their heads.

Now, let alone waiting until summer, it's uncertain whether we can even make it through tonight. The air in the research room felt as if it had been sucked out, so heavy that it was hard to breathe.

Lin Yao sensed something was wrong, put down the enamel cup he had just filled with water, and the bottom of the cup made a crisp sound as it hit the table.

"Ms. Shizuka, everyone has rested enough. We should head out to find the school bus, or things might get complicated."

If this drags on, the morale that could have been built up will only be worn down into despondency, and then this group of people will truly become a burden that holds them back.

"Uh, okay."

Shizuka Marikawa paused for a moment, then awkwardly stopped smiling.

She had originally wanted to show off her "comforting skills" to Lin Yao, but now she could only shut her mouth in embarrassment and silently carry the first-aid kit.

"I'll make some arrangements."

Lin Yao stood up and glanced at everyone present.

"A reasonable division of labor can improve the survival rate."

He pointed to each person with his finger: "When we encounter zombies, Senior Sister Ya Zi and I will be responsible for breaking through them head-on."

Komuro and Miyamoto, junior students, guarded both sides, dealt with any stragglers, and protected Ms. Marikawa and the others.

Hirano was responsible for providing long-range support, using firepower to create an opening.

Saya is in the middle position, adjusting tactics according to the situation on the ground.

"Ms. Shizuka, please prepare for emergency treatment of the injured, and also for driving afterwards."

"no problem!"

Everyone responded in unison.

This arrangement perfectly matched the abilities each person demonstrated; Busujima's swordsmanship, Hirano's marksmanship, and Takagi Saya's observation skills were all appropriately utilized.

Lin Yao walked to the window and observed the situation outside through the one-way glass.

The shadows of zombies swayed back and forth in the corridor, their steps unsteady, and their density was not too high, still within a controllable range.

"Alright, let's go."

He opened the door to the teaching and research office, and a cold wind carrying a faint smell of blood rushed in.

"Let's try our best to leave campus alive."

"Saeko-senpai, let's go!"

Lin Yao drew the Rainbow Sword from his back, the blade flashing a cold light in the sunlight.

"Try to find a place to take a bath before dark, get a good night's sleep, and we'll talk about everything else tomorrow."

Saeko Busujima chuckled softly, gripping the wooden sword at her waist: "You're quite optimistic, aren't you?"

She looked up at the zombies that had gathered around her after hearing the noise. Her gray eyes showed no fear, but rather a hint of excitement.

Suddenly, as if remembering something, she turned to the side, her long hair sliding over her shoulder, and whispered in Lin Yao's ear, "Junior Lin Yao, if we can really find a place to take a bath, I'll give you a little surprise."

The last syllable of "oh" still lingered in her ears as she straightened up, adopting a defensive posture with an expression as usual.

But Lin Yao's perception was far beyond that of ordinary people, and he clearly saw a faint blush on her earlobe, hidden by her long hair.

"It seems even the most resolute and mature woman experiences pressure."

Lin Yao chuckled inwardly.

Busujima Yako's usual dignified demeanor as a Yamato Nadeshiko was cracked by this slightly provocative remark, presumably because she was overwhelmed by the apocalyptic scene.

"Lin Yao, what did Senior Busujima say to you?"

Saya Takagi's voice suddenly broke in, pretending to adjust her backpack straps, but her eyes held a probing look.

The sight of the two of them getting close just now felt like a thorn in her heart, making her inexplicably irritable.

Even though she had no right to ask, she couldn't help but speak up.

"Want to know? Go ask her, Saya-senpai."

Lin Yao chuckled lightly, not intending to reveal anything. He then exerted force with his feet, and the Rainbow Sword drew an arc, accurately piercing the eye socket of the foremost zombie.

Saya Takagi's cheeks flushed from his teasing tone, not from shyness, but from annoyance at having her pride exposed.

She stomped her foot, but could only watch helplessly as Lin Yao and Tokushima Yako charged ahead, slaying the endless stream of zombies.

"Let's follow."

Dokushima Yako glanced back, her gaze lingering on Takagi Saya's face for a moment.

That smile held a hint of understanding, instantly dispelling the inexplicable emotions in the latter's heart.

"Senior Busujima is really amazing."

Saya Takagi watched her nimble movements and sighed inwardly.

With excellent grades, stunning looks, superb swordsmanship, and the gentle temperament of a Yamato Nadeshiko, it's no wonder she's the idol of many girls in the academy.

Everyone had their own thoughts, yet they moved forward in unison.

Lin Yao's Long Rainbow Sword was wielded with precision and ruthlessness each time, while Tokushima Yako's wooden sword possessed a graceful, flowing beauty. Komuro Takashi and Miyamoto Rei provided cover on both sides, and Hirano's nail gun occasionally emitted a dull thud as it cleared away the zombies in front of him.

Saya Takagi kept reminding everyone about the situation: "There are three stairs on the left! Watch out for broken glass!"

Shizuka Marikawa followed closely behind, ready to deal with any potential injuries.

Along the way, we encountered several trapped students who were huddled behind lockers, shivering.

Lin Yao hesitated for a moment. In the past, when he was not strong enough, he would have only thought about escaping on his own, but now, it wouldn't hurt to lend a hand.

When they were rescued, those few choked "thank yous" actually eased the atmosphere in the group a little, as if this insignificant act of kindness could give everyone more reason to persevere.

Of course, Lin Yao knew in his heart that if saving people would endanger himself, he would never hesitate.

The group walked and stopped frequently, avoiding the dense horde of corpses and choosing to traverse narrow passages.

The emergency lights in the corridor flickered, casting their shadows of varying lengths. The howls of the zombies seemed to come from all directions, only to be cut off one by one by the sounds of blades and gunfire.

Finally, after passing through the last corridor, the outline of the parking lot came into view.

However, the situation was far from optimistic—someone had disturbed the horde of zombies, and dozens of zombies were surging in from all directions, roaring as they approached them.

Lin Yao gripped the sword hilt tightly, fine beads of sweat appearing on his forehead.

Even a one-ring Soul Master with a hundred-year Soul Ring from the Douluo Continent wouldn't be able to hold out for long against a horde of corpses of this size.

Soul skills might clear out a small area, but once the soul power is exhausted, the zombies will still overwhelm the area.

If it were a Soul Master with a thousand-year-old Soul Skill, they might be able to fight their way out, but once surrounded and their physical and soul power exhausted, the outcome would still be death.

"Ms. Ju Chuan, start the school bus quickly!"

As Lin Yao hacked at the charging zombies, he shouted towards the school bus in the center of the parking lot, "We can hold them off for a while, but once we run out of energy, it's all over. It's up to you!"

"good!"

This time, Shizuka Marikawa was surprisingly decisive. She rushed into the car, inserted the key into the lock, and the engine started with a few hoarse roars.

Lin Yao, Dokushima Yako, Komuro Takashi, Miyamoto Rei, and Hirano Toda quickly formed a circle, protecting the school bus in the middle.

The dull thud of blades cutting into flesh, the roar of gunfire, and the howls of zombies mingled together as everyone fought with all their might.

"Alright! Get in the car!"

Shizuka Marikawa leaned out of the car window and said excitedly.

"Get on the bus!"

Lin Yao shouted and jumped onto the platform first, then turned around and pulled Hirano back from being grabbed by a zombie.

Just as the car doors were about to close, urgent shouts came from afar: "Wait! Wait for us!"

Everyone looked in the direction of the sound and saw a group of students stumbling and running towards them, led by a man wearing gold-rimmed glasses and a suit.

Even at times like this, he remained meticulous, though the shrewdness in his eyes behind his glasses was inexplicably off-putting.

"Is that a teacher?" Komuro Takashi asked, somewhat surprised. "He's managed to gather so many students."

"It's that guy from Class 3-A, Fujiwara."

Rei Miyamoto recognized him, her brows furrowing involuntarily, her tone filled with obvious disgust.

"Wait a minute, then drive!"

Komuro Takashi didn't hear the resistance in her tone, but felt he couldn't just stand by and watch her die, so he immediately shouted.

"Xiao, what are you doing!"

Rei Miyamoto's voice suddenly rose, her eyes filled with disgust as she looked at Koichi Fujito's hypocritical face, which also left a bad impression on the students behind him.

Lin Yao didn't say anything, he just leaned against the car door and panted.

Koichi Fujito's character in the original work is indeed not very good, but he can't be bothered to bother with such a nobody.

More realistically, having more people on board means more casualties in case of danger, giving their side a better chance of survival.

"Why not just run them over?"

Komuro Takashi didn't understand Miyamoto Rei's anger, only thinking that she thought the delay had put everyone in danger. He then turned to look at Lin Yao and Busujima Yako, and seeing that the two didn't object, he spoke to Marikawa Shizuka.

"No!"

Saya Takagi immediately retorted, stating that as the team's strategist, she would never allow such a risk.

"With so many zombies, if they crash into the school bus and pile up into a heap, the school bus, being lightweight, could easily overturn!"

"Just wait a little longer!"

Takashi Komuro stubbornly waved and shouted at Koichi Fujito and the others.

"This way! Quickly!"

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Lin Yao looked at his anxious expression, then glanced at Miyamoto Rei beside him, whose face was growing increasingly gloomy, and shook his head inwardly.

This kind of saintly heart might be an advantage in normal times, making people feel reliable, but in the apocalypse, it could very well kill everyone.

Fortunately, Koichi and the others ran fast enough to break through the encirclement of the zombies.

The group scrambled onto the bus, and Shizuka Marikawa immediately slammed on the gas. The school bus roared as it broke through the horde of corpses, rushed out of the school gate, and onto the main road.

We're safe for now, but everyone knows it's only temporary.