What's wrong with being a little arrogant in the apocalypse just to support my wife?

In the central base, the emergency lights on the dome flickered, casting alternating pale and bluish shadows on everyone's faces.

The air still carried the strong, damp, salty smell of the sea, and seawater dripped down the hem of my clothes, evaporating rapidly due to the high temperature.

The fragmented memories shared by Zhang Wenjing before her death abruptly ended as time passed, leaving the base, which housed hundreds of people, desolate and lifeless.

Only now did Lu Yize truly understand their predicament in their previous life.

Humans and zombies alike are nothing more than caged beasts limited by their own perspectives.

No wonder the superpowered weapons developed in the early stages of this apocalypse far surpass the level of those developed fifteen years after the apocalypse in my previous life.

The Zerg would naturally not allow these threats to grow, so they killed Mu Fei and the others, and regarded Xian Wenrui as a thorn in their side.

Fifteen years into the apocalypse, the number of people with special abilities is extremely small. People with healing abilities and mental abilities seem to have disappeared without a trace.

If nothing unexpected happens, it should have been captured and used by them long ago, or like that sixth-order alien plant, it should have been kept in captivity to improve its ability level, and then its high-level crystal core should be dug out to become nutrients.

Lu Yize's gaze swept over Chen Mingzhang, Morse and others, these outstanding figures in the early days of the apocalypse, but who had disappeared without a trace in the later stages of the apocalypse.

They must have either died while uncovering the Zerg's conspiracy, or had their superhuman cores extracted to power the Zerg's advancement.

Lu Yize finally understood Zheng Lin's silence and self-abandonment back then. It was not only his inability to shake the behemoth-like enemy in front of him, but also his numb clarity.

Fifteen years into the apocalypse, it's impossible that no one discovered the existence of these insectoids, but they were either disciplined or became their minions.

Gradually disintegrating and defeating them, the entire planet was turned into a breeding ground for the Zerg, providing them with a continuous source of energy.

Zhang Wenjing's shared memories allowed everyone present to see the despicable nature of the Zerg and their long-planned invasion.

Looking at the world that had been completely transformed, Lu Yize recalled the scenes of people dying tragically in the streets, zombies, strange beasts, and the creatures in the laboratory who had lost their basic dignity.

In their past lives, how many people were kept in the dark, becoming enemies with each other, and dying without ever knowing who had harmed them in this way?

Many people kneel down to repent for their sins, believing it to be divine punishment from heaven, but it turns out to be nothing more than an extension of the desires of another race.

The destroyed homeland was a purgatory built by the Zerg's greed.

Xiao Bai's mournful roars to the sky were a farewell to Zhang Wenjing, who now sleeps forever at the bottom of the sea.

Xiao Bai's cries gradually brought those present back to their senses, but a wave of helplessness and fear washed over them.

The death of a companion has become an almost numb daily occurrence.

The youngest, Zheng Lin, had eyes full of resentment, stubbornness, and pain. His palms were cracked with spiderweb-like lines, and the not-yet-fully-grown finger bones of the fourteen-year-old boy were making a cracking sound as he endured the pain to the extreme.

"So what if I die? Even if I die, I'll drag those aliens down with me!"

Zheng Lin was young and impulsive, with an awkward, hoarse voice typical of someone going through puberty, and the passion of his age that broke through the dead silence of despair.

His words were like water falling into a pan of oil, instantly igniting the fighting spirit of the group present.

"Yes, at worst we'll fight them to the death!"

Morse tore off his soaked clothes, revealing a body covered in wounds, his eyes bloodshot.

Xian Wenrui wiped away the tears and seawater from his face. "Damn it, I'll risk my life to kill those damned bugs."

Fan Jian and Zhang Wenjing both died at the hands of those insects. Not only them, but many other people and beasts present had also suffered persecution at the hands of the insect race.

Experimental subjects that became neither human nor ghost, alien beasts with their limbs severed, sea monsters with their blood drained—each and every one of these acts enumerates the sins of the insectoid race.

Sheng Xue stared blankly at Lu Yize, or more accurately, at Fan Jian's corpse placed inside his supernatural space.

Lu Yize wasn't a good person, but he wasn't so heartless as to let people he knew perish at the bottom of the sea. So he put all the corpses he could bring back into his supernatural space.

At that moment, he opened his special ability space, and the corpses fell one by one, densely packed, occupying most of the empty space in the base.

The previously noisy commotion subsided, and Chen Mingzhang stepped forward to let them identify the bodies of their relatives and friends.

These words instantly enveloped the scene in a heavy, oppressive sadness, the grief barely suppressed by the thick stench of blood emanating from the rotting flesh.

The bodies were claimed one after another, and there were also some severed limbs that could not be pieced together.

Meanwhile, Sheng Xue held Fan Jian's blood-soaked body, silently shedding tears, her hands continuing to wipe the blood from his face and mend his wounds.

Xian Wenrui limped forward, awkwardly scratching his head, and turned to look for help in a familiar spot, but Zhang Wenjing was nowhere to be seen.

At this moment, Xian Wenrui had a more direct understanding of death.

Death is a habit that will gradually be erased, turning into a silent longing.

Lu Yize looked at Sheng Xue, who was silently agonizing, and at Xian Wenrui, whose eyes were red and who was clenching his fists and holding back his emotions. He also listened to the suppressed sobs coming from inside the base.

Whether it's Fan Jian or Zhang Wenjing, for these people who have already died, their world ended abruptly and without fanfare, leaving only the sobs of the surviving.

Jiang Yue may have been infected by the sadness, or perhaps she sensed Lu Yize's emotions. She stepped forward, took Lu Yize's hand, lowered her head, and pressed her forehead against the back of his hand.

She was praying fervently to her god, praying that he would not have to go through such suffering.

Lu Yize looked at Jiang Yue, whose hand was still warm from being held tightly by her. He touched Jiang Yue's cheek, confirming again and again that she was alive.

His eyes, which usually concealed his emotions, revealed a deep affection for Jiang Yue amidst the sorrow of these separations, as well as the unspoken unease left over from their past life's separation.

That night, Chen Mingzhang made contact with the other three major bases. The zombie king, high-level alien beasts, sea creatures, and alien plants were all present.

They don't even have time to wallow in their grief. If they don't take precautions now, today's tragedy will be repeated in various places.

"Based on this investigation, we found that the other side has at least three seventh-level ability users, and conservatively estimated to have dozens of other fifth- and sixth-level ability users."

As an intelligence gathering and detection personnel, Chen Ping did not forget his duty, and he pointed to his head again.

"From the last message Zhang Wenjing passed on to us, we know that the strongest of the Zerg are far more than the seventh rank, and their previously unused supernatural weapons also pose a great threat."

Chen Ping is a rational and objective person who leaves no room for maneuver. He gave his judgment in a straightforward and concise manner: "Whether in terms of military strength, cognition, or technology, we are far behind them."

"If we face them head-on now, we probably only have a one in ten thousand chance of winning."