Bizarre Survival: Starting from the Fake Human Community

"Here, take this dagger!"

The dagger was small and easy to keep close to the body, which was perfect for Wen Wan to use. Su Ming, on the other hand, gave himself a Dragon Slayer Sword in his left hand and a 80-pound hammer in his right.

"Next, you'll be in charge of being beautiful, and I'll be in charge of chopping vegetables and cutting melons. What a great division of labor!" Su Ming said smugly, playing with a claw hammer.

"Tch, you? Are you even capable, you little rascal?" Wen Wan followed behind with a look of disdain. "I bet you can't even cut a melon properly."

What can she expect from a corporate slave who orders takeout every day and is occasionally fed by her?

Su Ming blushed: "A man can be told he's slow, but he absolutely cannot be told he can't. You're insulting my dignity!"

Wen Wan looked down, and Su Ming immediately felt a malicious gaze upon him: "Tch, a little pup!"

The two chatted and laughed as they made their way toward the flower bed, which was located in the very center of the residential complex. They could exit from the various entrances of the other buildings, including theirs.

The area around the flowerbeds looks quite ornate, and the fountain in the center is still spraying water, seemingly unaffected by the game.

"Look, there's wild spicy strips!" Wen Wan, with her sharp eyes, pointed at the spicy strips on the ground, her eyes shining.

"Only elementary school students would be unable to resist spicy strips!" Su Ming complained. As Wen Wan said, various supplies, not limited to sexy lingerie, were hanging on the ground, in the flower beds, and even on the treetops near the garden.

"666 has arrived at the department store!" Su Ming was speechless. He wouldn't be surprised if a cup appeared now.

Unfortunately, as Zhou Zheng said, there were three fake people circling around the flower bed nearby.

"It seems those are the patrol team made up of aphasic pseudo-humans. But we have two people! We need to think of a way!" Su Ming thought to himself.

"I'll draw their fire, you go find an opportunity to launch a surprise attack and see if you can catch those fakes off guard." If we can take out these fakes, that would be best, then they'll never have to worry about supplies again.

They might even be able to live a more comfortable life during this time.

"Then be careful! Don't get hurt again this time. The wound has just scabbed over, so take it easy on me!" Glaring at Su Ming, Wen Wan was afraid that he might fight someone again if he wasn't careful.

"Okay, be careful!" Su Ming agreed, went around to the side, and then shouted at the fake mannequin, "Hey, Daddy's here, itching for some discipline!"

The fake people were leisurely strolling around the flower bed, but upon hearing human voices, they rushed towards Su Ming like mice smelling sesame oil.

Two dummy figures arrived, wearing stab-proof vests and helmets and carrying steel forks. The one with the shield was too far away to attract his attention, so it was left to Wen Wan.

Those who know him understand that Su Ming is struggling to survive, while those who don't might think he's a terrorist surrounded by two well-trained security guards.

The steel fork dummy was far away from him, so Su Ming focused his attention on the turtle dummy: "Take this!"

The cleaver couldn't draw any beautiful arcs, and Su Ming didn't know anything about unparalleled swordsmanship, but he was slashing towards the chest.

When the cleaver struck the turtle dummy, it was like plunging into a steel plate. It left a mark on the stab-proof vest, but its actual defensive function was unaffected.

"It's really tough, where did this ancient turtle come from!" Su Ming fought and retreated, focusing on its legs.

With its head and body well protected, only its legs offered any opportunities for damage. Unfortunately, the fork-wielding dummy also circled around, fork in hand.

The two fake figures positioned themselves to surround and attack Su Ming.

On the other side, Wenwan's opponent was a fake human who only held a shield and had no other parts of his body that were defended.

Just as Zhou Zheng said, the patrol teams were equipped with some supplies, but they varied from one to the other.

She observed that the shield-wielding dummy moved relatively slowly, possibly because it was holding a shield. It had extremely strong frontal defense, but its mobility was not high.

"This is forcing me to be an assassin and backstab someone!" With a sigh, Wen Wan took advantage of the cover of trees and green belts to quietly approach the shield dummy.

The operation went smoothly. Wen Wan seized the opportunity, pouncing like a cheetah, and stabbed the dummy, whose back was wide open, several times. Having experienced several crises, her courage had grown. Except for her heart, which was pounding as fiercely as ever.

"Great, that's me!" Wen Wan was very happy to have done it and wanted to share it with Su Ming right away.

Looking up, he saw Su Ming surrounded by two fake men, his clothes stained with blood. His heart skipped a beat: "Su Ming!"

Wen Wan panicked and, disregarding all concerns about supplies, rushed over and pulled out the lighter Su Ming had given her beforehand: "Click-click-click!"

Wen Wan pressed down several times, even harder than Su Ming had done, with flames surging and the attack coming on strong, even more intense than the last time.

The flames shot out like a fan, locking onto the two fake figures.

"Ugh... Ah..." The mute pseudo-human let out a scream for the first time. They hadn't made much of a sound when Su Ming chopped their calves, but now they were screaming in agony.

The pain wasn't limited to the fake person; Wen Wan, whose face was flushed, also suffered: "Uh, yue!" Her throat began to hurt so badly that she started choking herself.

"Cough cough cough..." Clumps of ashes were spat out, and her breathing became increasingly difficult. Wen Wan felt that she was about to see her great-grandmother.

Su Ming was extremely anxious: "You idiot, who told you to use a lighter like that? Don't you know it has serious side effects?" He then pressed his hand against her throat to give her air to prevent her airway from being blocked.

Su Ming's actions were timely, and Wen Wan regained her senses: "You shameless scoundrel, you're taking advantage of me again! I'm at a huge loss!"

Seeing that Wen Wan still had the energy to play, Su Ming breathed a sigh of relief, but still wouldn't let it go: "Snow Leopard, shut up! I'm rescuing a dog!"

"??? Bestiality?" Wen Wan's eyes widened. "You don't even spare dogs, Su Ming! I didn't expect you to have such unique tastes, you beast! (My apologies!)"

Wen Wan's self-destructive tactics, which supposedly kill eight hundred enemies but also inflict a thousand casualties on herself, left Su Ming speechless: "Are you crazy?!"

"hey-hey!"

"Hey, you big dummy!" Su Ming helped Wen Wan up. At the edge of his vision, the speechless pseudo-humans from other supply points also came over, as if triggering a clustering effect.

"What do we do, Su Ming? We're surrounded! I never thought we'd die together like this! Hajiming, you bastard!" Wen Wan smiled bitterly. "Speaking of which, wouldn't this count as a double suicide?"

"I remember a guy named Dazai who loved doing that!"

"That's Osamu Dazai, and stop being so cheeky!" Su Ming was sweating profusely as he looked around. He noticed an abandoned trash can next to him, the kind of green that makes you feel dizzy.

"Let's go!" That was all Su Ming could do. He could only pray that the metal shell would protect them.

The two climbed inside and closed the lid. The space was extremely cramped; they were face to face, pressed tightly together, and could hear each other breathing.

Wenwan twisted and turned, looking rather restless.

"What are you doing? There are still fake people outside." Su Ming glared at her.

Wen Wan blushed and said shyly, "But...but you're pressing against me." Her voice became soft and sweet.

"It's not that it's impossible, but at this time, we... um..." She poked her finger, like a young girl in the throes of first love.

Su Ming's face darkened: "That's a hammer handle! What are you thinking, you otaku girl?"

"I'm truly impressed by you guys who draw these doujinshi!"

"I thought..." Su Ming interrupted Wen Wan, "Damn it!"

Outside, the fake figures paced back and forth, and the two held their breath.

In the darkness, Wenwan spoke softly, her voice slightly hoarse, clearly suffering from the side effects: "Su Ming, if I survive this... you have to treat me to hot pot!"

Su Ming didn't understand, but he still replied, "I'd treat you to meals for the rest of your life!"

Wen Wan was stunned, and two blushes rose to her cheeks.

Su Ming added, "Don't overthink it: I meant splitting the bill!"

"Die, you son of a bitch!" Wen Wan, who had been looking forward to some kind of doujinshi plot, was somewhat disappointed.

That jerk, so clueless about romance.

They waited for a long time until the fake figures dispersed. Su Ming peeked out and saw that the fake figures had all left, so the two of them climbed out of the trash can.

"Damn, how long have they been marinating? They're already infused with flavor!" Su Ming said disdainfully. Even though it was discarded, the flavor was still there.

"I'll just marinate it for you too!" Wen Wan came running over excitedly, hugging Su Ming tightly. "Eat my bio-attack!"

"Get out!"

On the way back to the apartment, Su Ming suddenly stopped, his expression serious: "Little Maruko, from now on I'll use your lighter. If you misbehave again, I'll deduct your rent!"

Wen Wan's nose tingled, and she gave a pitiful yet touching smile:

"You dare!"