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

"You're not comfortable wearing this. Would you like to change your clothes?" Fu Yan asked softly.

"We're on a mission, we can't be so fussy." Wenren Lei looked up at him and asked, "Where's Liao Xingwei?"

Fu Yan said in a low voice, "He went to the instructor's office to investigate."

"Well done, Young Master Liao, you did indeed have a clue."

Once her body was dry, Wenren Lei raised her hand and pointed behind her: "Perfect timing, you're here. There are people inside, go fight."

Fu Yan nodded and used his Shadow Killing ability to hide himself in the shadow of the door, silently sneaking inside.

Wenren Lei rubbed his stomach; the smell of blood had made him a little hungry, so he took out some snacks from his spatial storage to eat.

He had only taken two bites when he suddenly stopped: "No, no, that's not right."

In his haste, he didn't forget to stuff the snacks he'd eaten back into his spatial storage: "I forgot to remind him not to get killed."

The ability shield is only for an hour, which is not enough to support their long-term operations. If they kill the people inside, they will be exposed.

Wenren Lei pushed open the wooden door and was about to go in when Fu Yan came out first.

The two collided, and Fu Yan reached out to pull Wenren Lei, who was staggering backward, back: "Be careful."

"Brother Yan, those people inside..."

"I didn't kill them, I only used paralysis. When they wake up tomorrow, they won't know anything."

"That's good, go in."

Fu Yan stood between the cracks in the door, his gaze fixed intently on Wenren Lei.

Wenren Lei gave him a push, but couldn't move him: "What's wrong?"

"Tears, if you feel uncomfortable, just hide in my arms," ​​Fu Yan whispered.

Wenren Lei glanced into the room, his heart pounding. He nodded slightly and said, "Having survived so much in the apocalypse, I can handle any situation."

Fu Yan turned aside, making way for the gap.

Wenren Lei went in, and after just one glance, her blood ran cold.

Behind the door was a huge underground workshop, illuminated by stark white lights that revealed every detail.

The ground was covered with drainage channels, and the bottom of the channels was covered with a layer of dark red and black stains.

Stainless steel workbenches lined the wall, and on one of them lay a person whose chest was not rising and falling—886's father.

Above the control panel, a conveyor belt with iron hooks was running, and the robotic arm lifted 886's father's body and hung it on the iron hooks.

Iron hooks and conveyor belts lead to several huge, sealed fermentation tanks in the center of the workshop.

The tank was connected to a dense network of tubes, through which the dark red liquid flowed slowly, eventually being poured into the metal tank that had been in the passageway.

A very thick transparent tube is attached to the bottom of the fermentation tank. The solids separated inside the tank are transported through the tube to the production line and squeezed into round cakes.

On the innermost wall of the workshop, there is a sign with eight neat characters: Comprehensive utilization, eliminate waste.

"Make comprehensive use of resources and eliminate waste..." Wenrenlei repeated softly.

Those trainees who were judged to have violated the rules would have their flesh and blood crushed after death, brewed into a different kind of "wine" of even higher quality, and sent to an unknown place elsewhere.

Wenren Lei felt as if all her strength had been drained away, and she staggered backward, only managing to stand up after supporting Fu Yan.

Fu Yan tightened his grip on his arm: "Lei Lei."

Wenren Lei shook her head, raised her slightly trembling hand, and pointed to 886's father: "Brother Yan."

Fu Yan helped Wenren Lei lean against the wall and took him off the hook before 886's father was sent into the sealed fermentation tank.

A row of unconscious people sat on the floor next to the control panel; they were manor staff members who had been paralyzed by Fu Yan's supernatural ability.

Wenren Lei felt an urge to rush up and tear them to pieces. He gritted his teeth and sneered, "You should be glad that your ability shielding only lasts for one hour."

Fu Yan carried 886's father's body slowly over.

Opposite the control panel stood an entire wall of dilapidated shelving.

The shelves were divided into countless small compartments, each filled with gray uniforms, metal name tags, and shoes.

A tag hangs above the grid, which reads "Waiting for unified destruction".

Wenren Lei, enraged, laughed instead, licked his back teeth, took out a piece of clothing from the compartment marked 0887, and handed it to Fu Yan: "Put this on him."

Fu Yan dressed the body numbered 0887, stored it in his spatial storage, and looked down at Wenren Lei: "Are you alright?"

When 0887 was queuing at the entrance of the manor, he deliberately let his child stand in front of him, thinking that he and 0886 were going to a good place where they could settle down and make a living.

Wenren Lei took a deep breath: "It's alright, let's go back to the ground and wait for Liao Xingwei."

Fu Yan scooped Wenren Lei into his arms, wiped away any traces of their intrusion, put the kitchen items back in their place, and then went directly to Liao Xingwei's dormitory.

Breathing in the air above ground again, Wen Renlei felt a violent churning in his stomach. Leaning against the dormitory wall, he bent over and dry heaved.

His stomach cramped in waves, causing his eyes to redden and tears to well up instantly.

Fu Yan stood to one side, his face ashen.

He used his supernatural ability to heat up a cup of water, then walked over and gently patted Wenren's back.

"Let Aiyowei send this video to Lao Liu first." Wenren Lei, still bent over, took the camera off his chest and handed it to Fu Yan.

Fu Yan put the camera into his spatial storage and helped Wenren Lei rinse his mouth.

Wenren Lei collapsed into Fu Yan's arms and instructed, "Sever the parts of your body that use your supernatural abilities."

Fu Yan hugged him tightly: "I know, don't worry about these things, close your eyes and rest for a while."

The dormitory had been quiet in the dark for a long time when the door was gently pushed open.

Wenren Lei stepped out of Fu Yan's arms and looked towards the door.

Liao Xingwei walked in, carrying a thick stack of papers and with his head down.

Seeing the two people standing backlit, Liao Xingwei forced a smile: "You're back."

Wenren Lei frowned as she looked at him: "Why do you look like that?"

Liao Xingwei slumped onto the bed, waving the paper in his hand: "Look for yourself."

Fu Yan walked over, took the documents, and looked at them together with Wenren Lei under the light.

At the top are some student information, numbered from 0001 to over 1000.

The data records some routine information, such as the time of entry into the village, training status, progress of awakening superpowers, and various assessment results.

However, there was no name, origin, age, or even a single photo.

In the eyes of the manor, their past is meaningless; they only need to wait to be raised into crystal core ability users.

Fu Yan flipped through the students' information page by page. Wenren noticed that those who entered the manor would awaken their special abilities within three months at the latest.

Why hasn't 0001 successfully awakened his superpowers yet?

"Tears, look at this."

Fu Yan held a book in his hand, with the words "Delivery Registration" written on the cover.

Wenren Lei took it and opened it to read.

There were still no detailed names inside, only strings of student numbers.

The back records the time of the trainee's "finished product" and the time of shipment.

"This must be where the outstanding students end up," Wenren Lei said softly.

Liao Xingwei murmured in the darkness, "Yes."

Wenren Lei's gaze swept over the column for receiving units, where the names had been carefully cut out.

He took the flashlight from Fu Yan and shone it on the next page, searching for clues.