Apocalypse: Launching a Counterattack Against the Villainess

Apocalypse: Launching a Counterattack Against the Villainess

Author: Higashigo Ichifumi

Summary:

"Hello? Hmm~ Ooh-choo-choo~ Can anyone... hear me?"

"This is Rinjiangtai Academy, and we are requesting assistance from the outside world... If anyone receives this... Ah! No, not there!"

"Hey, you're the only daughter of the Director of Security, you should act like a young lady when you ask for help!"

"Snapped!"

"Ugh~ As a young lady... I went without permission when we needed help... I'm so sorry everyone!"

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Chapter 1: The Queen of Linjiang Terrace

"Wait! Doing this... will cause further damage to the wound!"

Ignoring the girl's hurried reminder, Nie Qingyun suddenly tightened her grip on the towel stuffed in her mouth.

The tall bookbinding tool pierced through the flesh of his waist in an instant, forcibly connecting the hideous wound together.

"Oh!"

With a muffled groan, large beads of sweat quickly slid down Nie Qingyun's forehead. The intense pain made him catch his breath, as if his thoughts had been completely drained away.

"Boom! Boom!"

The sound of zombies crashing against the wooden door echoed behind him, constantly reminding Nie Qingyun just how dire his situation was.

Ignoring the pain in his body, he casually tossed aside the blood-stained pneumatic stapler, leaned against the corner of the wall, and looked up at the window on the inside of the classroom.

A dozen or so students surrounded a figure sitting in a chair, and as Nie Qingyun's gaze fell upon them, a gap opened up in the crowd.

Because of the angle, the first thing that catches the eye is a pair of long, beautiful legs crossed together.

The outline of her toes was faintly visible through the thin black stockings, which reflected an alluring sheen under the incandescent light.

The stockings extended all the way to the girl's thighs, barely covered by the hem of her red and blue high-waisted pleated skirt.

The girls' uniforms at Linjiangtai are both fashionable and understated, making the figures of teenage girls even more attractive.

Qin Hehuan propped her cheek with one hand and looked up at Nie Qingyun, who was covered in blood. Although her pretty face was full of arrogance and aloofness that said "keep away," it did not change the fact that she was a stunning beauty who could take one's breath away at first glance.

Outside the classroom, the sound of zombies pounding on the wooden door grew louder and louder; the makeshift defenses made of desks and chairs clearly wouldn't hold for much longer.

But Qin Hehuan remained calm and composed, maintaining the elegance and composure befitting her status.

However, Nie Qingyun had no time to appreciate the beautiful scenery before him. If he didn't take action soon, he might die from blood loss before the zombies even broke in.

"I need sugar and some other supplies..."

"Give it to him." Qin Hehuan glanced back slightly, and then a tall student tossed a travel bag to Nie Qingyun's side.

"Wait...wait a minute! This is all the food we have left..." A girl suddenly spoke up from the crowd, but before she could finish speaking, she was glared at by a sharp gaze.

As the student council president, Qin Hehuan is always so assertive and decisive, which is largely due to her background.

Sabak Heavy Industries.

This name is known to every household in China and even the world. From basic livelihood to high-tech scientific research, its name is almost ubiquitous in the lives of ordinary people. However, such a behemoth has only one successor, and that is Qin Hehuan.

Unfortunately, the apocalypse suddenly struck a few days ago, and she was trapped in this academy city with a population of 150,000.

At this moment, this undeniably wealthy young lady frowned slightly.

Nie Qingyun forced himself to take a deep breath, rummaged through his travel bag and scattered all sorts of instant food everywhere. Finally, he tore open a plastic package and sprinkled the white powder inside onto the wound on his waist.

This will undoubtedly worsen the pain in the wound, but there's nothing that can be done about it.

Sugar can generate very high osmotic pressure, which can stop bleeding and disinfect, but its effect is negligible because the wound is too deep.

Left with no other choice, Nie Qingyun turned her gaze to the students standing nearby, eventually settling on a boy holding an industrial flamethrower.

Give me what you're holding...

After obtaining Qin Hehuan's consent, the boy handed over the flamethrower.

After taking it, Nie Qingyun picked up a fruit knife, trembling as he pressed the switch. The pale blue flame turned the blade red-hot in a few seconds.

Putting down the flamethrower, Nie Qingyun leaned against the wall, rummaged through her travel bag with her other hand and pulled out a can of cake whipping agent. Her bloodshot eyes looked at the trembling boy standing to the side.

"This contains a large amount of nitrous oxide, which has anesthetic and hallucinogenic effects. I will pass out after inhaling it. Please put the knife on my wound."

Upon hearing this, the boy trembled in fear and nearly knelt on the ground. These college students, who had never even seen blood before, had never witnessed such a scene, let alone personally participated in it. They repeatedly shook their heads and refused.

"No... I can't."

"Please!" Nie Qingyun practically roared.

He could feel his limbs getting cold and his strength draining away faster and faster; death was approaching, a feeling he knew all too well.

Why do I say that? Because he had already died countless times before this.

Three days ago, at the moment the apocalypse broke out, he was trapped in the classroom. The first batch of mutated students infected everyone in the room and turned them into zombies almost instantly.

Nie Qingyun suffered the most; he was not assimilated immediately after being bitten, and the consequences were predictable.

He was surrounded and devoured by more than a dozen zombies for more than ten minutes before he breathed his last.

This is a long and agonizing ordeal far more terrifying than death.

What's even more despairing is that he miraculously revived after his death.

Before he could figure out what had happened when he woke up again, he was overwhelmed by the horde of zombies.

Until he escaped the teaching building and met the group of survivors led by Qin Hehuan, he couldn't remember how many times he had died.

This process was undoubtedly painful. These dark memories helped him understand many things, making him far more afraid of death than ordinary people.

Moreover, Nie Qingyun wasn't sure if this resurrection ability was unlimited; it might fail one time, and he would really die.

"Pfft!"

The boy who was being asked for help suddenly knelt on the ground. The grotesque face swaying outside the classroom, combined with the smell of blood inside, caused him to completely break down. He buried his head in his hands, curled up on the ground, and started crying.

"Anyone, please help me, please!" Nie Qingyun still didn't give up, looking at everyone in the classroom with pleading eyes, but they all looked away.

They may not be unwilling to help, but they simply lack the courage; the air was eerily quiet.

"I'll do it," a cool voice broke the silence, and everyone's eyes turned to the girl sitting in the middle.

"No, you... how could you do such a thing..."

Qin Hehuan ignored him, put on her shoes, gracefully stood up, picked up the dagger on the ground, and walked straight to Nie Qingyun, looking down at him as always.

Nie Qingyun had considered a hundred possibilities, but he never expected that the queen of Linjiangtai would help him. Normally, for an ordinary student like him with no background, being able to say a word to this high-and-mighty beauty would be considered a great honor.

At this moment, however, all Nie Qingyun wanted was to live.

Without saying a word, he stuffed the foaming agent into his mouth, pressed the spray button, and then everything went black as he passed out.

He woke up again just seconds later, awakened by the pain—the excruciating pain of his skin being burned and necrotic was far more intense than he had imagined.

Fortunately, the bleeding from the wound did stop.

However, the next sentence plunged Nie Qingyun's heart into despair.

"You're too badly injured. We can't continue with you for the next mission." Qin Hehuan said calmly, effortlessly uttering words that evoked utter despair.

At this moment, she was like a supreme dictator, casually unleashing destruction upon Nie Qingyun.

Although Nie Qingyun was prepared for this, a surge of resentment and unwillingness still rose in his heart.

It's worth noting that when Nie Qingyun escaped the teaching building and met Qin Hehuan, this team of survivors numbered nearly a hundred. Now, almost a third of them are still alive and well, and Qin Hehuan deserves much credit for that.

But all of this is based on that kind of selective sacrifice.

Those who disobey management will be abandoned first, followed by the injured, and then women who cannot "contribute" to the team. This cold, cruel, simple, and effective rule is consistent with the family education Qin Hehuan received in the past.

As for why these people would obey Qin Hehuan, aside from their student council affiliation, there is another crucial factor.

That is, most communication devices have become ineffective after the apocalypse, and Qin Hehuan, as the sole heir of the Sabak Consortium, is naturally the government's top priority for rescue. Moreover, she has a secret channel to directly contact the military in emergencies. As long as you follow her to the media experimental classroom, you can use the radio inside to call for help. Whether it is feasible or not, this is the only hope at present.

But this does not mean that Nie Qingyun will compromise.

"According to the rules you set before, if more than half of the people agree... I can stay in the team."

Upon hearing this, Qin Hehuan glanced at the group of students behind her out of the corner of her eye, then looked intently into Nie Qingyun's eyes and shook her head slightly with an extremely subtle gesture.

"Dangdang!"

The zombie's impact interrupted the conversation again. A girl, seemingly startled, screamed and said:

"Who cares if you live or die! Keeping you around will only be a burden to everyone. You...you'll stay here..."

"Slap!" A loud slap interrupted the girl's words.

"Without him, half of you would have died on the way here." Qin Hehuan withdrew her hand, her sharp gaze sweeping over the group of disheveled students.

That's absolutely true. If Nie Qingyun hadn't knocked down the scaffolding near the library at the crucial moment, stopping the horde of zombies behind them, at least half of the people here would have died.

As a result, he suffered a cut several centimeters long on his waist from a shard of glass.

This is why Nie Qingyun pinned her last hope on the vote.

However, he finally understood the meaning behind Qin Hehuan's subtle expression just now.

Humans are often selfish when faced with the threat of death. As long as they are not the ones being abandoned, the sacrifice of others is a price that should be paid for the safety of the team.

Realizing this, Nie Qingyun was utterly disappointed in this group of people and forced a bitter smile.

"You probably don't want to become one of the zombies, do you?" Qin Hehuan approached Nie Qingyun, gently stroking his cheek with her fair left hand and wiping the dust from the corner of his eyes.

This action shocked everyone behind her, because no one had ever seen this young lady have such close contact with anyone before, and no man had ever been able to appear within five meters of her.

This made the boys who revered Qin Hehuan as a goddess so jealous that their eyes were practically spitting fire.

But Nie Qingyun was not in the mood to enjoy this honor. He endured the pain while pondering the meaning of those words.

The next second, Qin Hehuan raised her right hand, which was holding the dagger, and her expression suddenly became solemn and dignified.

“You stepped forward in times of crisis and paved a path to ‘light’ for your companions. I saw an incomparably noble golden spirit.”

"I will always remember your wisdom and courage, and I will be forever grateful..."

The slightly affected praise, delivered by Qin Hehuan, carried a special sense of ritual, but the still-warm dagger made everyone present immediately realize that this was not a compliment at all.

It is a prayer!

"May you, in your next life, also have enough courage to accept what you cannot change; enough strength to change what you can change; and enough wisdom to distinguish between the two..."

As the last syllable ended, Qin Hehuan suddenly thrust out the sharp blade in her hand.

Everything happened so suddenly, and with the excruciating pain from her wound, Nie Qingyun didn't even have time to raise her hand to stop the other person.

A chilling despair gripped every nerve in his body.

However, at that moment, a massive surge of data turbulence was projected onto Nie Qingyun's retina without warning.

Chapter Two: The Witch of Greed and the Lament in the Mirror

These disorganized pieces of information, like some kind of obscure and difficult-to-understand language, eventually materialized into a piece of information that Nie Qingyun could comprehend.

[Data system activated...]

Name: Nie Qingyun

ID: 0

Power: 8

Agility: 9

Stamina: 7

Spirit: 11

Possessing items:

The noise of causality

Type: special props