In a frigid apocalypse, she fed her boyfriend until he became a zombie king.

"1000, we've arrived at the dorm. Let's go in."

The instructor pushed open the door to a room.

1000 looked up blankly and said, "Oh."

Before her was a double dormitory room with two beds and a simple table and chairs in the middle. The incandescent light on the ceiling was on and a bit glaring. 1000 stepped inside.

The instructor just gave him a rosy picture, saying that he shouldn't be discouraged by the poor conditions of the dormitory. As long as his training performance is outstanding and he is promoted to the second-level cadet, he can move to a dormitory with better conditions.

The instructor's voice came from outside the door again: "1001, this is your room."

1000 walked to the empty bed and sat down, habitually touching the ring finger of her left hand, where the knuckle felt empty.

1000 always felt that something should have been worn there.

A deep voice came from outside: "Understood."

1000's ears twitched; this must be the voice of 1001.

"Her voice is quite sexy." 1000 licked his lips and smiled.

Today was his first day at the manor, and he got up and stood by the window to look outside.

It's evening now, and the people at the manor are finishing their training and returning to their dormitories one after another.

Tomorrow morning, 1000 will also be joining the training, and he felt a little excited: "I'm determined to be the outstanding graduate."

All the students at Silent Manor had only one thought in their minds: to train hard, improve their supernatural abilities, and become outstanding graduates.

He condensed a wisp of water and played with it on his fingertips. He had already awakened his superpower, and was far ahead of those who were still training hard and trying to awaken it.

"To become an outstanding graduate..." 1000 murmured to himself, but what does becoming an outstanding graduate mean? Will he leave the manor? And where will he go after leaving?

1000 suddenly felt lost again: "Why do I need to be an outstanding graduate...?"

He looked down at the metal plaque in his palm that read "1000," his serial number and his current name.

But what was my original name?

Deep within my mind, something is about to be broken through.

With a creak.

The dormitory door was pushed open, interrupting 1000's thoughts, and he turned to look.

"You're my new roommate?"

The speaker was a tall, thin young man in his early twenties, wearing the uniform dark gray uniform of the manor. He had sharp features and a bright smile that revealed a set of white teeth, making him look exceptionally energetic.

The other person glanced at the metal plate in 1000's hand: "1000, that's good, the whole number is auspicious."

1000 frowned slightly, somewhat disliking the young man. He glanced at the metal tag pinned to the man's chest—0001.

0001 was holding a set of clothes and a basin containing some basic toiletries.

"Here, take this. I brought it back for you." 0001 stuffed the things into 1000's arms. "Turn right when you go out the door. The restroom is at the end of the corridor."

1000 instinctively caught the item, his brows furrowing even more deeply: "These clothes are horribly ugly, can't we just not wear them?"

0001 paused for a moment, then laughed loudly: "This uniform is a bit ugly, but it's better than the tattered cotton coat you're wearing. Put it on."

1000 raised his arm and looked at his tattered, dark cotton-padded coat.

Something was wrong, absolutely wrong. Although he couldn't remember who he was, this kind of clothing was definitely not in his aesthetic category.

He casually tossed 1000 gray uniforms onto the bed: "Whatever."

0001's smile vanished, and he lowered his voice, saying solemnly, "Don't try to break the rules here, or you'll be punished."

1000 Questions: "What punishment?"

"Don't ask, just train hard," 0001 said.

1000 raised an eyebrow, "Why are you acting so mysterious?"

0001 smiled broadly, as if she were at home: "I arrived early, there's nothing I don't know about this place. If there's anything you don't understand, just ask me."

1000 blurted out: "You're so bad? You arrived the earliest and you're still living in a regular dormitory."

0001 laughed heartily, completely unconcerned: "That's right, I haven't developed any special abilities yet."

"Alright, thank you for telling me all this." 1000 sized him up without making a sound.

Very strange.

Despite the man's warm and considerate manner, 1000 instinctively became wary of him.

This person's number is 0001.

If he wasn't mistaken, the manor's numbers were arranged according to the order of arrival; the smaller the number, the earlier he had arrived.

This person was among the first batch, and possibly even the first student to enter the manor.

Based on his years of gaming experience, veteran players who joined when the server opened and are still stuck in the normal tier can only be due to two reasons.

This person is either a noob or a shill for the game's official team.

Hmm? No, how could he have experience playing games?

1000 subconsciously reached for the knuckles of his left hand, but finding nothing, he became even more anxious. Frustrated, he scratched his head, picked up the basin, and walked outside.

0001 immediately stood up and stopped him: "Where are you going?"

1000 frowned and said, "Wash up? Didn't you say the washroom was outside?"

"It's not time to wash up yet." 0001 snatched the basin from his head, walked a few steps to his bedside, and put it under the bed. "The instructors always explain the rules when they bring in new recruits, didn't you hear them?"

1000 recalled for a moment that he seemed to be daydreaming.

He kept stealing glances at guy number 1001; that guy was so handsome that he couldn't concentrate on what the instructor was saying.

"I forgot." 1000 started lying.

0001 sighed: "You... never mind, just listen to me. Here, there are fixed times for washing up, eating, getting up, and even using the toilet."

After a moment's thought, 1000 asked, "What if someone is constipated?"

0001: ...

"Just...bear with it..."

1000 shrugged. "That's pretty inhumane." He continued to question, "If we can't wash up now, why are you telling me where the restroom is?"

"Just chatting." 0001 sat on the edge of the bed, speaking with the air of someone who'd been there all along. "You'll get used to it. Just follow the whistle, do what you're told, and ask as few questions as possible. Especially don't ask things like 'Where are you going after graduation?'"

1000 slightly pursed her lips: "So where will we go after graduation?"

"..." 0001 was exhausted, but he quickly smiled again. "Nobody knows. All you need to know is that becoming an outstanding graduate is the only goal here."

When he said this, 0001 spoke with a strange kind of piety.

All the chaotic questions in 1000's mind suddenly disappeared, leaving only one thought in his mind—I want to become an outstanding graduate.

A sharp whistle suddenly rang out in the corridor outside the door.

0001 immediately stood up and said quickly, "Hurry up and change your clothes, it's time for the banquet."

"A dinner party?"

0001 grabbed the gray uniform from the bed and shoved it into his arms, urging, "Hurry up, you'll be punished if you're late."

1000 glanced at him impatiently: "Oh. Then you can go out first."

"? I'm a man too."

1000 said, "Even if you were a dog, it wouldn't be good enough."

By the time 1000 changed into his uniform and came out, most of the trainees in the corridor had already left.

As soon as 0001 saw him, she immediately grabbed his arm and pulled him forward, saying, "Hurry, hurry, let's go!"