Minecraft: I'm Really Not a Monster

The nauseating stench of blood, which even a breeze couldn't disperse, lingered in the air. After Yang Bo took down the pregnant mutant, a noticeable stir rippled through the surrounding mutants, though they didn't descend into infighting.

Yang Bo surveyed his surroundings, a terrifying aura erupting from him.

He walked step by step towards Wangcai, whose health bar was almost completely depleted. The massive dog still stood tall, but a small stream of blood had pooled beneath him.

[Health: 27/307]

“Roar!”

Howls rose and fell, but none dared to charge forward.

Yang Bo reached out and stroked Wangcai's head, taking a [Teething Stick] from his backpack and placing it in Wangcai's mouth.

“Does it hurt?”

Yang Bo's voice was soft. Wangcai turned to look at Yang Bo, then stretched out his tongue to lick his palm.

“Woof…”

The sound was still full of spirit.

But the fact that even the [Teething Stick] couldn't restore Wangcai's health filled Yang Bo's heart with a bitter ache.

“Don't force yourself. Rest well. When you wake up, it will all be over.”

He stroked Wangcai's head.

Yang Bo felt a deep sadness and emptiness in his heart.

As his words fell, the green health bar above Wangcai's head emptied and disappeared.

Wangcai's massive body collapsed into the pool of blood.

As if receiving a signal, the surrounding mutants charged towards Yang Bo at the same time.

“Roar…”

“Roar…”

Yang Bo gazed at the countless mutants, his grief-stricken expression twisting into a fierce grimace.

“Get lost!!!”

Two stone axes appeared in his hands. He crouched slightly, then pushed off the ground and charged forward.

… …

Towards the camp.

The soldiers' weapons never ceased their work. Compared to the battle on Yang Bo's side, their fight was more intense, and equally more efficient.

The corpses of the mutants piled up like mountains.

Suddenly, a series of whistling sounds echoed through the night sky.

Countless black dots descended from the sky.

Boom… Boom… Boom…

The mutant army's advance was interrupted. Under the saturation bombardment, many mutants didn't even leave behind a complete corpse.

The banshee-like shriek sounded again.

Another round of artillery fire swept the land. Modern weaponry once again displayed its power.

Several armored vehicles emerged from the darkness, the machine guns on their roofs spitting fire. The mutants charging the camp suffered heavy losses.

Green slime landed on the armored vehicles, at most corroding the outer coating. But against the thick alloy steel plates underneath, it was little more than a wash.

Tens of thousands of mutants were cut through by this series of attacks.

Inside the temporary camp, Wang Hongbin held a walkie-talkie and ordered: “After the third round of artillery strikes, everyone will follow the armored vehicles to clear the remaining mutants.”

“Use the urban area as the line!”

This mutant army was already at its breaking point.

As his words fell, the shrieking sound echoed again in the sky. After another carpet bombing.

The mutant army finally couldn't hold on any longer and began to scatter and flee.

Several armored vehicles rushed out from the side of the camp.

Relentlessly hunting down the fleeing mutants.

One of the armored vehicles headed in the direction of Yang Bo.

The tires crushed the corpses of the mutants, the powerful weight turning them all into minced meat.

Yang Bo chopped off the head of a mutant, then suddenly realized that the surrounding mutants were gone.

Only the roar of engines remained.

“Comrade Yang Bo, how are you?”

Wang Hongbin's figure emerged from behind the armored vehicle and walked towards Yang Bo. His gaze swept over the corpses of the mutants on the ground, and his heart was filled with shock.

To kill hundreds of mutants alone with one's own strength was a feat that was rare even in the entire gathering place.

Especially since there were no wounds on his body, and not even a trace of blood on his clothes.

It was simply a miracle.

Yang Bo saw a smile on the other's face and said, “I'm fine.”

Then, looking at the smoky battlefield, the pitted ground, the broken trees, and the corpses everywhere.

He took a deep breath of the air filled with smoke and the smell of grilled meat, and said with great emotion:

“Sure enough, the times haven't changed.”

Wang Hongbin looked at Yang Bo's emotional appearance, and a bitter feeling rose in his heart.

Modern weapons seemed powerful, but that was only because of a strong logistical support.

Now, seventy percent of humanity had died for various reasons.

Some weapons could no longer be produced as they were before the apocalypse.

Mining, refining, processing, assembly—all the processes required a safe environment and a large number of talents.

He shook his head lightly, suppressing these things that he shouldn't be thinking about. The most important thing now was to understand the man in front of him.

Before he could speak, Yang Bo suddenly said, “Brother Wang, don't call me 'Comrade' anymore. When you call me that, I always feel like I'm going to carry a gun under your command.”

“Just call me Little Yang or call me by my name.”

Wang Hongbin was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, “Okay, I'll call you Little Yang then.”

“The battle is now just mopping up. You can go and rest first.”

As he spoke, he took out a military green walkie-talkie from his pocket and handed it to Yang Bo.

“If you need anything, you can contact me directly through the walkie-talkie. I've already tuned the channel for you.”

Yang Bo didn't refuse the other party's kindness. He reached out and took the walkie-talkie and stuffed it into his pocket, then said a little embarrassedly, “Um… Brother Wang, see if you can lend me a gun to use?”

“Even a pistol will do…”

Mainly because he was itching to shoot after seeing the other party shooting.

No man could refuse this thing.

Wang Hongbin hesitated slightly, then agreed and said, “Okay, come find me tomorrow morning, and I'll give you one.”

Exchanging a pistol for the goodwill of a strong person was worth it no matter how you looked at it.

“You should go and rest first. I still have some things to deal with.”

Yang Bo nodded and turned to leave. Looking at the place where Wangcai had fallen, Wangcai's body had disappeared. A strange sense of irritability rose in his heart, and he sighed deeply and muttered:

“Oh, I wonder if Wangcai will lose a level after he's resurrected…”

With a splash, he jumped into the lake and swam towards the wooden house. A dark, strange fish was greedily devouring the blood flowing into the lake.

When it saw Yang Bo coming down, it quickly ran away. It didn't dare to come back until Yang Bo walked into the wooden house.

… …

He casually threw the walkie-talkie on the table in the wooden house, then turned and walked towards the underground space.

When Jerry saw Yang Bo, he rushed over excitedly:

“Squeak! Squeak!” 『Boss, are those guys outside all dead?』

“Yeah, it's over.”

He patted Jerry's head. The battle this time was too dangerous. Yang Bo forcibly ordered Jerry to stay at home and not go out no matter what happened.

So it had no idea what was happening outside.

Yang Bo smiled and walked to Wangcai's exclusive [Dog House] and said softly:

“Resurrect! My shiba inu!”