Bengtie: My death fueled their madness.

Driving around a post-apocalyptic city is hardly a pleasant experience.

The once bustling metropolis with its tens of millions of inhabitants has now been completely transformed into a giant infernal mill.

The wide main road was completely blocked by numerous abandoned vehicles, and countless zombies swarmed like maggots, filling every street.

They will swarm from all directions upon smelling the presence or movement of living people, forming a terrifying horde of corpses.

"Turn left! Turn left! The road ahead is blocked by the collapsed GG sign!"

Inside the carriage, Isabella, pale-faced, directed the route, her voice tense, wishing she could wear more seatbelts.

The tall, thin man was covered in sweat, but he gripped the steering wheel firmly as the wheels continued to roll over the rotting remains of limbs and torsos on the ground.

A huge mutated zombie suddenly rushed out of a shop window on the side of the road.

His body was covered in bulging muscles, and his skin had an eerie purplish-red color.

Lightning bolts descended from the sky, striking the zombie precisely on the head.

The mutated zombie's head exploded, and the charred, headless corpse slid under the wheels, causing the vehicle to shudder violently.

But it must be said that the tall, thin man was not lying; he was a race car driver with top-notch car handling skills.

Qi Zhimu sat on the roof of the car, holding the black tower in one arm and waving the other hand casually from time to time.

Any zombie that tries to approach the vehicle, regardless of whether it has mutated or not, will invariably turn into ashes or fragments.

Often, when the road ahead is blocked by abandoned heavy trucks, Qi Zhimu can simply wave his hand and toss those former portals from other worlds to the side of the road like toys, creating a passage.

Even with the presence of someone like Qi Zhimu, the travel speed is still not considered fast.

Grizzly City is so big that Isabella has to stop from time to time to figure out directions and buildings.

What used to take half a day by car in peacetime has now taken many times longer.

The vehicle failed to reach the port that Isabella had mentioned by nightfall.

As night falls, the city becomes even more dangerous, with zombie activity increasing exponentially and countless pairs of eyes lurking in the darkness.

Left with no other choice, the group had to find a building to spend the night in.

The team set off again the next day.

The sun rises and the moon sets, in an endless cycle.

Until the fifth day.

After countless detours and direction changes, the vehicle finally stopped in front of a port.

The sea breeze carried a salty, fishy smell.

Isabella pushed open the car door and stumbled out.

Her legs were a little numb from being curled up for so long, but they were trembling more.

I walked quickly to the edge of the harbor, my eyes wide, trying to find the iconic evacuation point from the movie.

Several dilapidated fishing boats came into view, and a few more were capsized in the water.

"This...this isn't right..."

Isabella turned around in a panic, her gaze sweeping over the surrounding ruins, cold sweat soaking her back.

"Isn't this the port you were talking about?"

Qi Zhimu jumped off the roof of the car while holding the black tower and took a few steps forward, his gaze sweeping across the sea.

"So, what's wrong?"

"I..." Isabella trembled and her knees buckled, causing her to kneel down.

Fear gripped her heart.

She knew all too well the methods of the man in front of her.

Along the way, everyone witnessed how he instantly tore countless zombies to pieces.

"No, don't kill me... Mr. Qi! Please give me another chance!"

Isabella's forehead slammed heavily against the ground, blood streaming down her face, as she cried out incoherently.

"So much time has passed, many places have been damaged, landmarks and terrain have changed a lot, I might have misremembered my reference points! But I swear, the general location is around here! Really! Please don't kill me!"

Quiet.

The sound of waves crashing against the shore becomes the most prominent sound at this moment.

Qi Zhimu looked down at the trembling woman at his feet, his expression unreadable.

The two men standing nearby were also terrified.

If Isabella is killed for leading the wrong way, what will happen to them...?

In an instant, a sense of dread, like the fear of a rabbit mourning the death of a fox, welled up in my heart.

A few seconds later, driven by his survival instinct, the tall, thin man mustered his courage and reluctantly took half a step forward.

"Mr. Qi...this place has indeed changed a lot. Shall we...look around some more?"

Seeing this, the round-faced man gritted his teeth and mustered his courage to agree.

"Yes, everyone wants to live. She certainly wouldn't dare lie to you. Please, have mercy!"

The two immediately shut their mouths after speaking, their hearts pounding.

They felt they were completely insane, daring to plead for someone else in front of this mage who was only gentle with the Black Tower.

Qi Zhimu's gaze fell on the two of them, but he remained silent.

Time passed second by second, and just as the round-faced man was so frightened that he almost lost control of his bladder and his legs were trembling as he was about to kneel down, Qi Zhimu suddenly smiled.

"Look how scared you are."

His tone was relaxed, as if the oppressive atmosphere from before was just an illusion.

"Everyone just wants to survive, and I'm not the kind of unreasonable person."

"Although you primitive humans are indeed on my menu, I am a person who values ​​principles the most."

"Since you've agreed to cooperate, you won't kill someone over such a trivial matter. I wouldn't stoop to such a despicable act as crossing the river and then burning the bridge."

As he spoke, he looked at Isabella, who was kneeling on the ground.

"Get up, Ms. Isabella. If you've made a mistake, just look again."

Isabella looked up, trembling. Overwhelmed with joy at surviving the ordeal, she overlooked the fleeting mockery in the other person's eyes.

"Thank you, Mr. Qi, for being lenient!"

The three of them felt as if they had been granted a pardon, and wished they could kowtow to Qi Zhimu on the spot and call him their ancestor.

The Black Tower remained silent, lost in thought.

Having spent this time together, she has come to know Qi Zhimu to a certain extent.

The creditor's smile might not have meant anything special to her, but it might have meant something different to others.

The black tower looked up and swept across the sky.

As the sun gradually sinks below the horizon, it means that night will soon blanket Grizzly City.

"It's getting dark, let's find a place to rest and continue tomorrow."

She only said this one sentence.

Her words were like heavenly music to Isabella and the other two, and everyone looked at Qi Zhimu at the same time.

Qi Zhimu looked around and locked onto a tall building not far away, whose structure appeared to be relatively intact.

"That's it, Little Black Tower. Stay in my ocean-view room tonight."

Night falls inside the penthouse suite of a luxury hotel.

Qi Zhimu naturally chose the best one, and of course, Hei Ta had to share a room with him.

As for the other three, they were thrown into the neighboring house like trash.

There were no lights in the room; moonlight streamed in through the window, casting dappled silver light on the carpet.

After taking a bath, Hei Ta was enjoying the artificial wind tunnel service provided by Qi Zhimu, who used both wind and fire magic.

"Be careful, that woman's behavior today is a bit off."

"Children don't need to worry about adult matters. Your hair is dry, go and get some rest."

"Will I sleep in the same bed with you?"

"Huh? You think you can have your cake and eat it too? Go ahead and sleep!"

"…oh."

Hei Ta didn't dwell on it. After guessing what Qi Zhimu might be doing secretly, she thought that he probably said that because he didn't want to wake her up.

So she quickly fell asleep.

Time passed second by second.

In the dead of night, all was quiet.

Only the occasional howls of zombies echoed in the distance, reverberating through the empty city.

Qi Zhimu, who had seemed to be asleep, suddenly opened his eyes.

……

I am the God of the End, but I was tricked by Aha and fell into a bad state. I urgently need V50 to restore my strength. As a reward, I will make your Spring Festival holiday return to seven days ago.