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Chapter 554 The Jumping Equation

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Heavy rain, continuous heavy rain for days.

Emma had lost count of how many rainy nights she had spent huddled in this abandoned building.

She felt she was probably going crazy.

Because so far, she hasn't seen a single normal living creature; all the moving things she's encountered in the mud and rain are, without exception, zombies.

...

Hunger, cold, and fear—these factors were like several visible demons, tearing at Emma's soul with their fangs and claws, competing to see who could end her life faster.

Emma couldn't explain to herself what was happening around her, but the pain acting on her frail body was so clear and real.

Some say the deepest fears come from the unknown.

But looking back over the past few days, the most terrifying moment for Emma was still the scene she encountered in front of her own house at the very beginning.

It was at that moment, upon seeing the hideous faces of Milo, Finn, and Kang, that her last remaining sense of security in this world was shattered, shattered beyond repair.

The person she knew best and understood most became a demonic being.

Compared to this, illness, death, or the unknown darkness meant nothing to Emma.

...

In this city now filled with the aura of death, she could see not a glimmer of hope. Normally, in the face of any accident or danger, Emma's instinctive reaction would be to hide in her most familiar home. But this time, she escaped from her home...

Boom…

Outside, electric arcs repeatedly struck the bloated clouds.

Whenever that fleeting flash of light shone through the shattered windows of the abandoned building, Emma would instinctively close her eyes.

She was afraid to see those things on the muddy streets outside...

Those eerie figures carrying kerosene lamps under the eaves on rainy nights…

...

Shouldn't I be crazy?

But why... is my mind still so clear...?

Or am I already dead, and this is the afterlife?

No, it's not that simple...

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Dense raindrops pounded against the broken roof, and a few sparse splashes landed on Emma's curled-up feet. Her soles and calves were covered with a dense array of scratches and wounds. No one knew what she had gone through during that frantic escape.

But by this time, the wounds, soaked in rainwater and mud, had begun to become inflamed and infected, and the aching, stinging pain reminded her again and again—you are still alive.

However, pure pain can lead to numbness after a prolonged period of time.

Emma is exactly like that right now.

Physical pain is nothing compared to mental anguish.

The most terrifying situation is one where there is no hope whatsoever.

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As it turns out, Emma has never been a person with a strong will to survive.

Although she never revealed the sadness of her limited life at any time, as if she had accepted the predetermined ending with great equanimity, only she knew best whether she accepted the status quo or gave up the fight.

But the more she researched, the more profoundly she realized that there was no possibility of a cure for her condition.

So, she doesn't know when it started, but she shifted her focus to some rather exotic areas. Only by immersing herself in those moments could she temporarily forget the fact that she was about to lose everything...

But no one had ever told her that this day would come so suddenly.

She didn't even have the chance to say goodbye to her family.

The person who shot at the stroller, and the old man and the young boy standing inside the house, they are not from the Valrocan family, absolutely not!

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Perhaps this is hell.

In the real world, I'm probably already in my coffin.

Will they cry?
Will I eventually become one of those rotting zombies on the street...?

A flash of lightning streaked across the city wall, and in that fleeting moment of light, Emma saw her own pale, terrifying face reflected in the shattered glass mirror.

The good news is that, no matter how haggard and unsightly Emma looks, she is far from being as withered and rotten as a living corpse.

But looking at the swollen wounds on my legs, I realize that before long, my decay will begin from my feet.

The scratches came from splinters of wood in the street puddles or from rusty barbed wire. In any case, she had been so focused on escaping that she had completely forgotten the pain in her limbs. The streets seemed to be filled with an endless stream of living corpses with umbrellas. Emma only began to feel the pain when she stopped.

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If, if she had seen any living person during her escape, even if they weren't human, even if they were just a cat or a dog, she wouldn't be in this state of confusion and despair.

Click...

The roof tiles of the abandoned building have begun to crack from being washed away by the rain.

It looks like it won't last much longer.

Well, perhaps being crushed to death by a collapsing house is a relatively better option than slowly dying from an infected wound.

But haven't I already died once?
What exactly happened?

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Hunger, cold, and fever caused by infection began to cloud Emma's thoughts and consciousness.

Gradually, she could no longer see the cracks on the glass window in front of her, nor could she feel the cold wall behind her.

She felt like she was floating...

It felt as if every drop of blood in my body was being gently drawn away, leaving me feeling weightless.

Finally, on the muddy, long streets of Nanwei City, she joined the silent ranks and became one of the undead.

From then on, the sharp barbs and wires on the ground could no longer hurt her feet, and the endless rain could no longer make her feel a chill.

Emma seemed to have a thought constantly reminding her—at this moment, wouldn't death be a kind of relief?

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But just when she herself was almost convinced of that idea...

In her blurred vision, she saw raindrops dripping from the broken roof, striking the wooden floor clearly and rhythmically, splashing outwards in all directions.

For a fleeting moment, the splashing water froze in mid-air, solidifying into peculiar numbers and symbols, each emitting a faint blue glow, shimmering in the air…

As the number of symbols increased, all the illusions and darkness within her field of vision were gradually replaced by these fluorescent lights.

Emma, ​​who was almost unconscious, suddenly took a deep breath. The cold air, mixed with moisture, rushed into her lungs, as if someone had punched her hard, pulling her back from the brink of death.

She took a few quick breaths, then suddenly covered her mouth and nose, afraid that the noise she made would attract the attention of the zombies on the street.

At this moment, all the visions that foreshadowed death had vanished from her sight.

Only the fluorescent symbols formed from the raindrops remained fixed in front of Emma, ​​flashing blue light...

She stared blankly at the symbols for a long time.

Gradually, Emma's breathing, which had calmed down, began to quicken again.

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Because she discovered she recognized these symbols!
With just a simple rearrangement and the assignment of certain values ​​and logical relationships, it becomes the Noschia equation that she has been interpreting over the past year!
Each of these symbols was calculated and deduced by her own hands through repeated calculations and proofs.

At this moment, these symbols seem to be providing some kind of feedback.

...

Emma slowly extended her cold fingers and gently touched one of the flashing symbols.

In an instant, all the symbols were disrupted by a ripple.

And these fluorescent substances quickly rearranged themselves, eventually forming a piece of text.

After seeing the text and the handwriting clearly, Emma finally burst into tears.

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"No matter where you are stuck or what you encounter, always remember, buddy, I'm taking down everyone in my way and getting to you, so you have to hold on, you have to."

(End of this chapter)