The undead have descended upon the world? I possess a sword that can cleave the heavens once more!

Realizing there was no way out, Wu You calmed down.

No, it's not entirely accurate to say I was completely calm.

His heart was pounding so hard it felt like it was going to jump out of his throat, and his clothes were soaked with cold sweat, sticking stickily to his skin.

This calmness is more like being cornered, and the taut string in your mind suddenly snaps, and then the whole world slows down—a calmness that is unavoidable.

"Hey bro, you smell really good."

It took a few more steps forward, and the small distance that Wu You had managed to create after recovering his strength was easily filled.

Wu You stared at that distorted face, his throat feeling dry.

He knew that face all too well; he had seen it every day since he could remember.

We skipped class together by climbing over the wall, bought things on credit at the convenience store together, and lay on the rooftop together bragging about how we'd make something of ourselves someday.

But now, those familiar facial features seem to have been stuffed into a distorted mold and forcibly twisted into this grotesque shape.

"What the hell is this?"

He released his grip on the wall, his back leaving the rough, cold cement wall.

"At least give it a try."

Wu You hunched over, like a bow being slowly drawn open.

Take two running steps.

Then he suddenly kicked out with his right leg.

Bang!

The soles of his feet pressed firmly against the monster's chest. In that instant, Wu You felt as if he had kicked a piece of half-rotten flesh, a strange sinking sensation under his feet, yet with a slight bounce.

Information about basic sword techniques was still swirling in my mind, and I had no time to organize and digest it.

This method allows you to maximize your strength most directly, without having to be in close contact with that thing.

And that kick was indeed effective.

The monster took a few steps back, staggered, and almost fell.

Wu You landed, slightly out of breath, her eyes fixed on it.

Not very strong, but can fight!

"Hehe...bro, you smell so good..."

The monster regained its footing and began again.

Its walking style was strange, as if its joints couldn't bend, and it seemed to be imitating human walking but not very successfully. With each step, its head would tilt slightly, and its wide-open eyes were always locked on Wu You.

Wu You took a few steps back, his mind racing with calculations.

The alleyway entrance is at least thirty paces from here. He could kick the monster back two or three paces with one kick. That means it would take at least a dozen kicks to get it out.

More than ten times...

He glanced at his right leg; the kick he had just delivered had already made his thigh muscles start to ache slightly. If he did it a few more times, the force would definitely weaken.

Moreover, this monster seemed to feel no pain; after being kicked, it continued to move forward as if nothing had happened.

We can't force it.

He adjusted his breathing, his gaze sweeping back and forth over the monster.

It doesn't necessarily have to be kicked out of the alley; just kick out a gap that it can squeeze through.

The monster is getting closer again.

This time, Wu You did not retreat. Instead, he stepped forward and stared at the monster's center of gravity, its two twisted legs, and the amplitude of its body swaying.

then.

Bang!

The kick landed on the upper right side of the monster's abdomen.

The moment he felt the touch on his foot, Wu You knew he was in the right spot.

The monster's body suddenly tilted to the left, leaving the entire right side open enough for a person to squeeze through!

It's now!

Without any hesitation, Wu You squeezed through the wall almost touching it.

The rough wall scraped against his cheeks, shoulders, and arms, stinging painfully, but he didn't care. He used both hands and feet, like a desperate gecko, to squeeze forward frantically through the gap between the wall and the monster.

In the instant they brushed past each other, he could even see clearly the monster's wide-open eye, its surface covered with blood vessels like a red spiderweb.

It's over!

Wu You practically rolled out of the gap: he stumbled when his feet landed and almost fell, but he managed to steady himself.

Without pausing, he charged forward toward the dim streetlamp at the alley entrance.

Arrived!

The alley entrance is right in front of us, and the lights are within reach.

But Wu You stopped.

It felt like someone had suddenly grabbed my throat.

There's no road outside the alley!

Not only were there no roads, but there were also no streets like I remembered, no bus stops, and no pedestrians coming and going.

All that remained was a thick, swirling, endless black fog.

Moreover, the mist wasn't still; it was slowly wriggling, like something alive.

Occasionally, some shapes would flash by in the fog, indistinct but unsettling.

The only light source now is the street lamp overhead.

The dim, orange light could only illuminate a small area of ​​the alley; beyond that, the light seemed to have been swallowed up by something, disappearing completely.

No wonder.

No wonder no one answered when I shouted myself hoarse.

Wu You stood there, his mind blank.

He instinctively reached out to touch the mist, but stopped abruptly halfway through.

Then he started to tremble.

It wasn't the kind of trembling from fear, but an instinctive, genetically ingrained warning; his body was screaming: Don't touch! You'll die if you touch it! You'll definitely die!

He abruptly withdrew his hand and took a step back.

The lingering voice came from behind: "Hehe...brother, you smell so good..."

Wu You turned around.

The monster had already adjusted its posture and was walking towards him step by step. The light from the street lamp shone on its face, making its distorted face even clearer and more terrifying.

Wu You took one step back, then another.

Until his back hit the lamppost.

There's no road.

He turned to look around: the black mist surrounded the small patch of light, like a huge, boundless cage. The alley entrance was right there, but there was nothing outside the alley entrance.

Can't run away.

It's a dead end.

This realization was like a bucket of ice water being poured over me.

Wu You leaned against the lamppost and suddenly felt like laughing.

He transmigrated, gained a cheat system, and had just recovered his strength, kicked away the monster, thinking he could survive.

and then?

Then they discovered that this was not the world they originally knew.

The original owner had lived a perfectly fine life for over a decade. Why? Why did he have to run into something like this the moment he arrived? What did he do to deserve this? He was just trying to cross the street when he got hit by a car and then inexplicably transmigrated here!

He just wanted to live.

It's that simple.

But it seems that God doesn't think so.

Fear and resentment churned in my chest like two colliding torrents.

Then, for some reason, the torrent suddenly crashed into a reef called Angry.

then.

Bang-!

Wu You's eyes were bloodshot as he stared intently at the approaching monster.

That face was still Li Wei's face. That figure was still Li Wei's figure, but it was the childhood friend he remembered, the brother who said he wanted to go to a sports school and become a sports student, the Li Wei who would wait for him at the corner store to walk home together—

Is gone.

The thing in front of me is just a monster in his skin.

"You can't escape, can you?"

Wu You heard his own voice, low and hoarse, as if each word was being squeezed out of his throat.

"Then I'll explode!"

He took a deep breath, pushed off hard with his feet, and shot out like a cannonball.

Clench your fist, sprint, swing your fist.

The moment I raised my fist, an image suddenly flashed into my mind without warning.

One hand. Holding a sword. The sword held horizontally. Then thrusting it forward.

The Thirteen Basic Postures... Thrusting Posture... Flat Thrust...

The image was so clear that Wu You felt as if he were actually holding that sword.

He could even feel the hilt against his palm, the resistance as the blade cut through the air, and the precision and certainty with which the tip struck the target.

Just as his fist was about to strike the monster, he instinctively loosened his grip, then brought his index and middle fingers together, bent his ring and little fingers and clenched them, pressing his thumb on top.

A crude sword-finger gesture.

Then, following the trajectory in his mind, he thrust it out.

In that instant, the cool energy that had been circulating throughout my body seemed to hear a summons and surged wildly toward my fingertips.

They surged through the blood vessels, traversed the meridians, and finally converged on those two joined fingers, and then—

It was poured all over the monster's head!

Wu You felt as if he had touched something soft, cold, and something broken inside.

next moment.

Click.

A sharp pain shot through my finger.

The pain wasn't like the pain of a broken bone; it felt more like something was rushing out of the finger bone and cracking it.

"Oh my god!!! My finger!!!"

Wu You screamed in agony, tears welling up in his eyes.

The saying "the ten fingers are connected to the heart" is no joke.

But the next second, he forgot the pain.

boom.

The monster collapsed to the ground with a thud.

There was no struggle, no screams, no unnecessary movements; he simply fell straight down.

Then it began to dissipate.

The body transformed into wisps of fluffy black mist, gradually dissipating from the edges.

The black mist writhed a few times under the light, then grew fainter and thinner until it disappeared completely.

Before it disappeared, Wu You saw its eyes.

The eye that had been half-closed and listless suddenly opened wide.

It looked at Wu You.

In that instant, Wu You saw many things in that look: relief and gratitude.

There were other things he couldn't explain.

Like saying goodbye.

"Li Wei..."

He opened his mouth, as if to say something, but nothing came out.

The monster vanished completely. Nothing was left on the ground. No corpse, no trace, as if it had never existed.

The surroundings began to brighten.

The thick black fog, like morning mist dispersed by sunlight, gradually faded and disappeared from the edges.

The scenery outside the alley gradually came into view.

The residential buildings across the street, the electric bikes parked on the roadside, and the orange-red sunset on the horizon.

It's exactly the same as I remember.

Wu You stood there, staring blankly at everything.

The coldness in his body had dissipated, and his strength was exhausted; the force that had been supporting him just moments before vanished completely.

His legs went weak and he sat down on the ground with a thud.

The rough cement ground hurt painfully. He looked up at the setting sun, at the familiar street, at the place he had just desperately tried to escape from.

It turns out it's always been there.

It was still afternoon.

My vision started to go black. My consciousness receded little by little, like the receding tide.

Before losing consciousness, a few thoughts flashed through my mind:

"The cheat code is real..."

"The system is awesome..."

"I survived..."

-

A moment later, a black sedan stopped at the alley entrance.

The engine sounded deep, like the growl of some large wild beast.

The car door opened, and a man in a black trench coat stepped out: sunglasses, stubble, and expressionless.

He glanced into the alley, his gaze lingering on Wu You for a second before shifting away. Then he looked up, as if looking at something others couldn't see.

He pressed the earpiece, opened his mouth, and spoke in a cold voice.

"LH-14 reports. The dark energy field at location D-6-12 has spontaneously collapsed, originating from a Level 1 pseudo-human corpse. No other Awakened individuals were found at the scene, and the cause of the collapse is unknown."

He paused, then turned and glanced at Wu You, who was lying on the ground.

"There's a survivor here... no energy reaction, probably just an ordinary person affected by the impact. Have logistics handle it, I have another task."

No unnecessary words.

After saying that, he got into the car, closed the door, and started the engine.

The black sedan quickly disappeared at the end of the road.