C132: Purified WaterThe convoy was already tense before Lin Xian even spoke.Wind scraped across broken metal roofs, dragging dust and ash along the roadside like something invisible was sweeping the ruins clean. Engines idled unevenly. People stood in clusters, weapons hanging low but never fully relaxed. Nobody smiled. Not anymore. Not in this world.Shu Qin’s voice cut through the noise first.“We all saw it,” she said, sharp and loud, like she was forcing the memory out before it could rot inside her head. “If Jiang Yun hadn’t stepped in, none of us would have made it out alive.”A few nearby survivors turned slightly at the name, expressions tightening.Shu Qin didn’t stop.“There was a group called the Black Crow Quartet,” she continued, jaw clenched, eyes burning with anger. “They hunt Superpower Users. Not just kill. They erase them. One of them can even disrupt zombie movement, like some kind of interference fi

C134 - 129: The Alliance The freight station platform was already crowded with motionless containers and abandoned flatbeds, metal hulks stacked in uneven rows like a dead industrial forest, while the wind cutting through the valley dragged cold air between them with a low, constant whuuuu that made every exposed surface feel sharper than it should have been, and Seven stood near the edge of the platform with his hands in his coat pockets, silently scanning the assembled survivors like he was counting exits rather than people. “This group is now considered an alliance,” someone announced over the noise, voice carrying across the open platform with forced confidence, “but we cannot take everyone with us given the current situation. Most of the vehicles are overloaded already, and if we fail to cross the Dazhu Plateau alive, none of this coordination will matter anyway. If we survive and reach Jiazhou City, we may still find usable survival car

C136: Superpower Hunter – City of Broken TracksBoom. Boom. Boom.The sound wasn’t just noise anymore. It was pressure. It hammered through the ruined streets like the city itself was being forced to remember how to die.Seven sat inside the shaking transport vehicle, shoulders relaxed but eyes locked forward through the cracked windshield. Outside, the road had turned into a moving slaughterhouse. Zombies poured between collapsed buildings, their bodies jerking in uneven rhythm, dragged forward by hunger and the chaotic pull of something stronger than instinct.Vrummm—KRAK—BOOM!A heavy truck led the convoy, its front fitted with a crude bucket plow that scraped through wreckage and crushed anything in its path. Behind it, an armored bus carried civilians—children pressed low, women shielding them instinctively even when there was nothing left to shield from. Off-road vehicles and pickup trucks formed the rear guard, guns firing in burst