I sell Coke in the doomsday

Suddenly, I slowly realized something important. It seemed that after I acquired this new ability, I no longer had a splitting headache caused by the huge amount of memories in my brain.

This magical ability may not be as simple as transformation.

There would be no answer to this question for the time being, so I didn’t think about it any further.

Just like that, after flying at high altitude for three hours, I finally saw the familiar outline of the city. With my wings slightly shaking, I dived towards the city.

I passed through the flowing clouds, crossed the streets and alleys of the city, and finally stopped at the gate of the community where I used to live. The moment I landed, a black mist filled the air, and I turned into a human again.

However, the moment I landed, all my strength was quickly drained away. My knees went weak and I fell straight down. My knees hit the ground so hard that I wanted to curse.

The three full hours in Black Hawk posture far exceeded the time I had spent using my transformation ability before, so the physical exertion this time was even more exaggerated, leaving me without even the strength to stand up.

I fell to the ground in a mess, attracting a group of curious zombies. They surrounded me, looking me up and down as if they were looking at a fool.

I stretched out my hand with great difficulty, grabbed a handful of dried meat from the package on my back, and stuffed it into my mouth without even looking at it. With my other hand, I took out a cup of Coke and poured the Coke into my mouth while chewing the dried meat.

Seeing him eating in such an ugly way, the terrible feeling of detachment eased a little. I didn't care about anything else. After swallowing the dried meat, I couldn't hold on any longer and fell to the ground, falling into a deep sleep.

Every time I use this ability, I need food and sleep to restore my strength.

Someone once told me that when one is extremely tired, that is the time when one is most likely to dream.

I don't know if this rumor is true, but this time, I did have a dream.

I don’t know when it started, but my dreams became no longer simple. They always seemed like predictive dreams, and the scenes in my dreams would come true in the future.

Now that I think about it, those dreams were actually things that I had personally experienced in my previous reincarnations, which is why they triggered something like precognitive dreams.

But this dream seems a little different. After I have all the memories, this dream seems a little chaotic than before.

In the dream, there was only a blue sea. I had no shape, but was pulled by a strange force and dived into the sea.

In the blue sea, there were two voices arguing constantly. I couldn't understand what they were saying. At this moment, my perspective suddenly rotated and I looked from the bottom of the sea to the sky.

Maybe it was because of the dream, I was at the bottom of the sea, but I could see the clouds through the blue water.

Hazy and white, I stared at the white clouds in a daze, and saw that the white clouds seemed to be gradually connected together. Suddenly, those clouds seemed to show their true appearance in front of me.

In my sight, the white clouds turned into a huge compass-like thing, or like some kind of sophisticated instrument, closely connected, constantly rotating, wrapping the entire planet.

It’s as if... as if the entire planet is a small part of this precision instrument.

What a strange and chaotic dream.

When I woke up, it was already past noon. The sun was setting, and the red glow was shining on the buildings throughout the city.

I rubbed my eyes and sat up from the ground. When I thought back to the dream I just had, I didn’t feel anything unusual.

People always have one or two absurd and bizarre dreams. Such dreams have absolutely nothing to do with precognitive dreams. If such dreams come true, then what is the point of the cerebral palsy god who controls my life?

My position was not the same as where I slept last night. It was obvious that I was dragged several meters by those curious zombies. The package on my back was completely scattered, and the dried meat inside was scattered all over the ground, making it impossible to pick it up.

Only the pot of lavender was still there, unharmed by the zombies.

"Damn, these damn zombies."

While cursing those damn zombies, I picked up the pot of lavender. Sometimes, their curiosity is even stronger than any other naughty kids I have ever seen, and they are also very good at hands-on work.

This is my base, and inside it are stored some supplies that I looted before. This time I returned to the city just to send these things to the base of the Corpse God Cult.

Fortunately, I can complete this task tonight.

By the way, here is also the pistol I looted earlier. I didn’t bring it with me when I went to the Corpse God Cult. It was a wise decision.

I randomly picked a truck. The owner of the truck was extremely unlucky, with his bones still on the seat. The door of the truck was completely torn apart. It must have been the work of those zombies.

For zombies, a truck is like a tin can. By tearing open the tin sheet, they can taste the food inside.

This time, it didn't take me much time to move the supplies into the truck. The reason it was so fast was because I had developed my new abilities.

According to the information available now, when I use the ability to transform, no matter how long it lasts, I will not feel tired, but once the ability is released, my physical strength will be drained instantly.

Fortunately, the way to restore physical strength is very simple, which is to replenish food and then have a good sleep.

But as far as I can remember, the first time I tried this ability, I tried to transform my arm, and at that time, my physical strength did not get drained.

Therefore, I boldly guess that the energy required for local transformation and overall transformation is very different.

When carrying supplies, I tried to transform my arms into inhuman giant arms, and moved all the supplies out easily. After canceling the ability, I didn't feel my physical strength was drained.

After moving all the supplies, I drove the truck to a nearby pharmacy. When the Corpse God Cult set out, Weekend gave me a list of supplies, which contained a lot of medicines that I needed right away.

But unfortunately, the list of supplies had long been soaked and rotten by water, so I could only move all the medicines in the pharmacy into the truck.

After doing all this, I started the truck and started heading towards the Corpse God Cult.

I don't know if I was able to calm down those troublesome guys during the days when I missed my appointments.

Chapter 27: Fighting Violence with Violence (I)

In the end times, it is always easy for some disgusting evil people to appear.

This is daily life in the apocalypse, something we have to get used to. The brutality of the Corpse God Cult is one of the most brutal in all the strongholds I have seen.

I never thought about forgiving them. If I could, I would kill everyone in there.

This was my thought in my last reincarnation.

I have to say, after gaining the memories of all my reincarnations, the things that the Corpse God Cult did to me seemed to become so boring after being repeated for thousands of years.

I will not forgive them, but from Zi Su, I also learned one thing, that not all people in that stronghold are bad, there are also kind people like Zi Su and her mother.

Moreover, in order to win the bet, I need manpower, and the Corpse God Cult is my only choice now.

At least, I wouldn’t feel sorry if some people from the Corpse God Cult died.

If they cannot die, then let them use the remaining time to atone for their sins.

Under the cover of night, the truck was driving on the road. I had recovered my strength and was not sleepy at all. I just stepped on the accelerator and drove on the flat road.

After a long time, the outline of the Corpse God Cult appeared in the night, and the flickering firelight was particularly conspicuous in the darkness.

The guard at the gate had not seen the truck I drove back, and the gate slowly opened only after I stuck my head out of the window.

After the truck drove into the base, I touched the pistol in my pocket. A pistol always makes people feel at ease and safe.

Of course, for people who don't have guns, this sense of security can be a terrifying thing.

It was already late at night, and the Corpse God Cult was a relatively large stronghold. The news of my return did not alarm anyone, and apart from the guards staring at the truck compartment, there was nothing unusual.

Seeing this, I took out a can of Coke and threw it to the guard. The guard subconsciously reached out to catch it, but after a moment of hesitation, his expression became complicated.

I was a little curious and couldn't help asking.

"Why, you don't want this?"

Hearing this, the guard smiled, holding the bottle of Coke in both hands, and spoke in a low voice with mixed emotions.

"No...it's just...I just feel a little weird."

I didn't stop what I was doing, but opened the car and found a box of cigarettes from the pile of supplies. Just as I put it to my lips, I realized that I had prepared cigarettes but not a lighter.

Just then, the guard approached with a torch, carefully lit the cigarette at my lips, and then stepped back with a slight respect.

I didn't care. I took a deep puff of the cigarette in my hand, then exhaled the smoke very comfortably and asked the guard with a smile.

"Strange? What do you think is strange?"

Hearing this, the guard smiled awkwardly, seeming a little nervous, but then spoke softly.

“Everything is so strange.”

"We treated you so badly before, but you still brought us this truckload of supplies."

"It makes me...feel a little guilty."

The guard became more and more embarrassed as he spoke. Finally, he took a deep breath and spoke to me very sincerely.

"You're a good person, really."

I was stunned for a moment, and then fell silent.

The complexity of human beings is not only reflected in the struggles in the end times, but also in the fact that good and evil can sometimes change very easily.

The original moral system was man-made. It was something that humans developed bit by bit a long, long time ago in order to have a better group life.

But at the same time, the concept of good and evil is also a luxury, something that people can only consider when they are no longer facing the most urgent survival crisis.

I am not a good person. I have thought about killing all the people in the Corpse God Cult using the most cruel means.

But I didn't do it in the end.

I flicked the cigarette in my hand with my fingers, shook off the ash, looked at the young guard in front of me who seemed to admire me a little, and whispered.

"You've got the wrong person. I'm not a good person."

Hearing this, the young guard immediately shook his head and continued speaking seriously.

"At least, I've never met anyone better than you."

"I'm not afraid of you laughing at me, but I've secretly thought about how I would treat the people here if I were you."

"Every time I think about this, I get very angry. If it were me, I would kill everyone in the base without leaving a single one alive."

"Finally, we need to set fire to burn this damn place clean."

I don’t know why, but I felt happy when I heard this. Perhaps it was because I had really imagined this countless times.

After being happy, I felt a little helpless again. I sighed, threw the cigarette butt under my feet, crushed it with my toes, and whispered.

"I didn't do that, do you think I'm stupid?"

Hearing this, the young guard shook his head like a rattle, and then spoke slowly.

"No, no, no, I never thought of it that way."

"Why do I think this is stupid when I can't be as generous as you?"

"On the contrary, I admire it."

As he spoke, a hint of fanaticism flashed in the young guard's eyes. He licked his cracked lips and spoke in a deep voice.

“Every great person never relies on violence to solve all problems.”

"Even if we kill all the Corpse God Cult members, there are still countless Corpse God Cult members in this world. Fighting violence with violence will not change anything."

Damn, this young man seems to have too exaggerated expectations of me.

I didn't dare let the young man continue speaking, for fear that he would praise me higher and higher, which would give me goosebumps.

So I deliberately changed the subject and asked the young man.

"By the way, has anything special happened in the base during the few days I was away?"

Hearing my question, the young guard frowned, then came over mysteriously and whispered.

"Something has happened in the past few days."

"This stronghold is not very peaceful right now."

Hearing this, my eyes narrowed, I lowered my voice, and asked slowly.

"Tell me in detail what happened."

Hearing this, the young guard first looked around, and after making sure that there was no one around, he continued.

"In fact, on the first day you left, the base was fine, nothing special, but you said you would return on the same day."

"So, when there was no news from you for several days in a row, some people in the base couldn't sit still."

"That group of people were originally the lackeys of the leader, but they had no say. Now that the leader who used to be above them is dead, and you did not come back as agreed, they started to think of something evil."

"Even though Weekend had a gun, he couldn't stop them. He didn't dare to shoot directly, and those people were also afraid of the gun in Weekend's hand."

"A gun can't stop a group of people, but no one wants to be the first one to be shot, so the situation is deadlocked."

"These past few days, no matter what Weekend said, they would come out to sing the opposite tune, and they always sent people to keep an eye on Weekend."

"During the weekend, we kept our guns in our hands. No one dared to sleep, for fear that they would kill us while we slept."

"In the past two days, that group of people seemed to have secretly taken bows and arrows from the warehouse and were ready to take action."

"If you don't come back, I'm going to have a complete breakdown tomorrow weekend."