I hacked through the chaotic world with my blade-Chapter 795 - 195: Turmoil in Prison - Ghost Sees Sorrow

Following Lin Fan into the interior of the ship’s trading post,

noisy chatter instantly filled his ears.

He could smell that rotting scent permeating the air, and even sense the stench of despair.

"Haha, do you guys think those martial arts school folks will contact the Sunshine Shelter in Huang City?"

"Nonsense, they’ll definitely get in touch, otherwise why would they auction off that satellite phone? What, to stare at it like a meal?"

"I heard recently that a terrifying zombie appeared in the tiny spot that is Yang Zhai. It wiped out a small shelter there, completely unstoppable. In a flash, they were gone."

"Yang Zhai? You mean that kid Jin Quan?"

"Right, haven’t you noticed that brat hasn’t shown up for a while now? He’s dead, killed by zombies."

"Oh man, that’s terrifying, truly horrifying."

This place looked like a trading post.

But when no trades were happening, it was more of a bar, providing places to rest for survivors to engage in idle chatter.

Lin Fan was all ears, eavesdropping on the conversations of those around him—they were all quite mundane exchanges.

Like any other survivor, he strolled casually, taking in the surroundings. Near the walls, rooms partitioned by simple curtains could be seen. Peering through the gaps, he could vaguely make out survivors behind the curtains—women, not in good shape.

Though his observation seemed casual, it somehow made the stall owners feel as though business was coming their way.

"Buddy, want to give it a try? The merchandise is top-notch, the women are like the lead actresses in short videos from before."

The stall owner grinned knowingly, suggesting a mutual understanding between men.

"Is she doing this voluntarily?"

As he asked the question, he realized how foolish it sounded—who in their right mind would want this?

The stall owner couldn’t help but laugh, "Buddy, what’s this about voluntary or not? In a post-apocalyptic world, it’s hard enough for us men to survive, let alone women. They can only survive by clinging to us men and have to prove their worth. Those without value, they’re just zombie fodder."

"No, I don’t quite agree with you. I think it’s hard for both men and women to survive in the post-apocalypse. There are strong men and equally strong women. You just haven’t met them."

He thought of Dong Jia, Ye Qian, Ji Qiuyue, and Han Shuang—they were all formidable.

Even in his eyes, Su Xiaoxiao who made cakes, and Yan Nini who was a teacher among others, were contributing their strength, burning like candles, lighting up the entire shelter.

The stall owner’s gaze on Lin Fan started to sour.

"Look, buddy, are you in or out?"

"Not interested, just asking."

"Damn."

Shaking his head, Lin Fan was not interested in this sort of thing, and through the brief exchange, he understood that this place was exactly as he had imagined it.

In a society without order, it was difficult for weaker survivors to find supportive, trustworthy companions. Most, when there was something to be gained, were just turned into commodities.

The stall owner looked at him, rolling his eyes. If it weren’t for the fact that the guy was an Awakener, he would have liked to give him a piece of his mind: if you’re not playing, why the hell babble by my stall until now, wasting my time, seriously sick in the head.

Lin Fan moved on from the stall, checking out each one in turn. Many were similar to this one.

They exploited vulnerable groups for profit.

After looking around, Lin Fan found a random spot to sit and rest, his mood slightly heavy. Other survivors around him had drinks, nibbled on seeds and peanuts, and chatted idly with their companions, bragging pompously.

He memorized the expressions and appearances of the people around him.

These survivors had grown accustomed to life in the post-apocalypse, treating it as if it were the best of times, an attitude he couldn’t agree with.

The disasters brought by the apocalypse were unimaginable.

They shattered too many happy and beautiful families.

They caused countless people to experience separation and death.

They led to many dying in despair.

If it were up to a vote, aside from those who wanted revenge on society, it seemed unlikely anyone would wish for the apocalypse to come. ƒгeewebnovёl_com

All this time, he had energetically had Zhang Ge print the Zombie Album, while also searching the city for a satellite phone, hoping survivors outside could get in touch with them.

But looking at the current situation,

not all survivors wanted to head to the Sunshine Shelter in Huang City.

In their eyes, what they needed was to do as they pleased, with no rules to restrain them, enjoying a happiness built on the pain of others.

Meanwhile, the Awakeners that appeared among humans had already risen to the top of humanity, leaving survivors who weren’t Awakeners a notch below in their presence.

Like lambs to the slaughter.

This was a very bad situation; as an Awakener, even if you were unwilling to hunt zombies, that was understandable, but one shouldn’t use their powers to oppress their fellow beings.

"How should I resolve this situation better?"

He pondered with a frown. Many issues seemed simple, but in practice, they were actually quite difficult to manage. His reach wasn’t long enough; to this date, they had only begun to clear the areas outside Huang City, and the time needed to clean up the entire country was unimaginable.

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