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

Wu You didn't sleep at night. This clone, which was based on a fifteenth-tier rune sword and formed by the combined effects of the Crimson and Thousand Faces powers, didn't need to sleep.

Around 1 p.m., he quietly went out without alerting anyone.

Night fell over the streets of Lanhe City, and the streetlights cast patches of light on the shadows of the trees.

He flew along the main roads of the city, from the old city to the development zone, from the riverside to the newly built residential area at the foot of the mountain, carefully traversing every corner.

Those zombies, whether hidden in the corners of abandoned warehouses, lurking in the basements of old residential areas, or appearing in the wastelands on the outskirts of the city, all meet the same fate when they encounter him, regardless of their level. After all, no matter how high their level is, they are probably only a fraction of the strength level of his clone.

Several faint streaks of silvery-white sword energy flashed past in the darkness, leaving no sound or trace of their presence.

In just half an hour, the entire city of Lanhe was spotless.

However, although this trip yielded some gains, they were not many.

He cleaned up the entire Lanhe City but only gained tens of thousands of experience points, which was a drop in the ocean compared to his current leveling needs, not even a fraction of the total.

However, it was something I did easily and didn't require much effort; I just considered it as earning some extra money.

After doing all this, Wu You's first clone returned home, lay down on the bed, and closed his eyes.

However, closing your eyes doesn't mean you're sleeping, since clones don't need to sleep.

Wu You did this to transfer most of the computing power of his consciousness within this clone to other places where computing power was needed more:

For example, there's the second clone who's on the throne, steadily distributing talisman swords while trying to deduce the framework of "Basic Sword Techniques of Martial Arts (Part 2)"; another is the second clone who's doing some research at the Dongling Research Institute; and yet another is the third clone who's earning experience points in the deep dark domain.

With three clones and one main body, there are a total of four tasks. However, the total computing power of consciousness is limited, so Wu You has to plan carefully.

. . . . . .

As the night passed, the light filtering through the curtains changed from deep blue to light gray, and then to pale gold.

Wu You only opened his eyes again after smelling the rich aroma of eggs.

The sun had just peeked out from the horizon, and the morning light still lingered on the edge of the clouds. It was a little after six in the morning.

He got up, washed up, changed into clean home clothes, and left his room. He paused slightly when he reached the dining table.

Wu Jing was already sitting there.

She had changed into a loose martial arts uniform, with the sleeves rolled up to her forearms, and was drinking porridge with her head down.

On the table was a plate of egg pancakes, still steaming from the edges. At his seat was a bowl of porridge, with a pair of chopsticks beside it.

Wu Jing heard footsteps, looked up at him, and didn't say anything. She just picked up her bowl of porridge and took another sip.

Just then, Aunt Wu came out of the kitchen carrying a plate of freshly baked pancakes.

Upon seeing Wu You, Wu's mother smiled gently: "You're awake! Breakfast is ready."

Wu You responded by sitting down and taking a pancake as well.

The edges of the pancake were fried to a golden brown. When you bite into it, the outer layer is crispy, while the inside is still soft and fluffy, just like the taste in my memory.

He ate naturally, but to be honest, this clone didn't need to eat; the energy from food left almost no trace in its metabolic system.

He did this simply to put his family at ease and to spend more time with them.

After all, that is the greatest significance of this clone.

While the two were having breakfast, Mr. Wu returned carrying a bag of groceries. The bag contained several kinds of fresh vegetables and a mandarin fish wrapped in a plastic bag.

He placed the bag on the kitchen counter and then sat down at the dining table.

After Wu Ma finished tidying up the last few things, she also sat down at the table with a bowl of porridge.

"Is there anything you'd like to eat? If so, your dad will have something to consider when he goes grocery shopping tomorrow." Wu's mother looked around the table, her gaze finally settling on Wu You.

"Today, I'll make garlic baby bok choy, scrambled eggs with scallions, hot and sour shredded potatoes, and stir-fried green peppers with pork. Your dad also bought a mandarin fish, which can be steamed or braised."

"There's so much food, how can we possibly finish it all..." Wu You said, taking another pancake.

The pace at the dinner table was slow. The soft clinking of chopsticks against the rim of bowls, the occasional chatter, Aunt Wu asking whether the fish should be steamed or braised, and Uncle Wu saying that steaming was better but not to add too much fermented black beans—these sounds, bathed in the warm light of breakfast, made the whole house feel cozier than usual.

. . .

After breakfast, Mr. and Mrs. Wu got ready to leave.

They went to the elderly care company arranged by the investigation bureau. The work was easy, the environment was comfortable, and most of their colleagues were their peers.

Wu You didn't stop them. He knew his parents had every reason not to go to work, and with his current circumstances, he could easily let them enjoy their retirement at home.

But he also knew that his parents were people who couldn't stay idle, and that staying at home would only make them more prone to boredom and problems.

Going to the company for a walk and chatting with people his own age is good for his health and mood. Besides, with him around, there's nothing in Lanhe City that can threaten them, so he has no reason to stop them.

After the two elders left, the house suddenly became quiet, leaving only him and Wu Jing.

After finishing breakfast, Wu Jing got up and went back to her room. When she came out again, she was carrying a long cloth bag. She walked towards the door with her head down, moving very quietly, as if she intended to slip out silently.

Seeing this, Wu You called out to her.

Wu Jing stopped changing her shoes in the entryway, one hand still resting on the shoe cabinet, without turning around: "What?"

Although Wu Jing's two-word reply was brief, Wu You could still detect a hint of embarrassment and panic in her cold voice.

Wu You could roughly guess why his younger sister was acting this way; it was simply because she felt embarrassed for not being able to control herself and crying in his arms yesterday.

His sudden return home yesterday had a huge impact on her, and she didn't care about anything else, but she recovered after a night.

To be honest, given her thin skin, the fact that she could act nonchalant while having breakfast with her family was already her limit.

Wu You remained seated, a smile playing on his lips. He said in a slightly teasing tone, "What? Have you forgotten what I said yesterday? I've already devised a '5-3 Plan' for you, guaranteed to fully unleash your potential."

Wu Jing stopped abruptly as she was changing her shoes.

Although she didn't know what Wu You meant by the "53 Plan," she still felt a chill run down her spine for no apparent reason.

This so-called "53 Plan" sounds incredibly stressful!