Worldwide Awakening: My Soul Kinds Are Lost-Chapter 640: The World’s Backup Plan· The Birth of the Reincarnator_1

"Ah!"

In the office, Meng Wuji suddenly let out a sharp, startled scream, as if he had been severely frightened.

"What are you screaming for, Meng Wuji!" The supervisor yelled, fury in his voice.

However, Meng Wuji looked utterly confused, gazing vacantly at his surroundings before taking out his phone to check the time. Just moments ago, he had been fatally bitten by a Mutated Zombie on the streets. How did he end up back in the office?

It all started one day when the zombie crisis suddenly erupted. He had struggled to survive with his girlfriend, only to realize she had secretly connected with a rich heir and betrayed him, breaking his limbs and leaving him on the streets. In the end, he was killed by a Mutated Zombie.

He and his girlfriend had been arduously surviving in the zombie apocalypse for three years. Throughout those three years, she merely had to stay in the shelter he built, never needing to risk her life to gather resources; he did all of that. Recalling it now, he finally understood: each time he risked his life to secure their survival, she was cheating on him. This realization made the veins on his forehead bulge.

"Get out!" Meng Wuji roared at the supervisor, his eyes blazing with fury. This unexpected outburst stunned the supervisor; he hadn't anticipated such a menacing aura from the usually meek Meng Wuji. But, quickly remembering his role as the supervisor, their superior, his courage returned.

"How dare you speak to me like that? If you want to work, work. If not, then get lost! There are plenty of people who want your job!" the supervisor retorted defiantly.

Meng Wuji couldn't help but sneer. He had already checked the time; if things unfolded as expected, the zombie disaster would engulf the world in no more than six months.

"Alright, those are your words. Pay me every cent of my salary and severance, not a penny less!" In his previous life, Meng Wuji had killed countless zombies. If he hadn't been betrayed, how could he possibly have died to a zombie?

"You're the one resigning, so you won't get a single cent..." Although the supervisor was frightened by Meng Wuji's ferocity, he had to stand firm at this moment, or his authority as a supervisor would be gone.

Hearing this, Meng Wuji slammed him to the ground, pressing his face against the cold floor tiles. The supervisor sobered up instantly.

"You fat pig, let me tell you, if I'm short even one cent, don't blame me for turning your ten fingers into sausages to feed the dogs." Meng Wuji knew his supervisor well; he was simply a bully who preyed on the weak and feared the strong.

This threat truly frightened the supervisor, who stuttered, "This is a society governed by law! What you're doing is a crime!"

"I've got nothing to lose. If I cripple you for life, guess who comes out worse?" Meng Wuji whispered.

"I'll... I'll pay! I'll take you to finance to settle your salary right now." The supervisor realized Meng Wuji wasn't bluffing. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝔀𝓮𝒃𝙣𝓸𝒗𝒆𝒍.𝙘𝒐𝒎

Hearing this, Meng Wuji released him and headed to the finance department. With the supervisor's cooperation, he quickly received his salary and severance pay. Although his dignity had been trampled, the supervisor sighed in relief. At least his fingers were safe.

"What are you looking at? Get lost!" Seeing many employees watching the commotion, the supervisor's face darkened, and he yelled this without hesitation. Meng Wuji wasn't working there anymore, and with no family to worry about, he had acted without restraint; the supervisor was genuinely afraid Meng Wuji might actually harm him. But these middle-aged corporate drones, burdened by mortgages, car loans, wives, and children—how could they dare to challenge him? If he asked them to resign, they wouldn't dare utter a word of protest and would only cower and apologize. He had them by their weaknesses; that was the key.

The crowd of onlooking employees quickly scattered. They truly didn't dare to offend the supervisor.

"Bah! What a nerve," the supervisor muttered, touching the red, swollen marks on his face where he'd been pressed to the floor. He still didn't dare to do anything to Meng Wuji.

Meng Wuji left the company with his money. Looking at the bustling streets filled with cars and people, a dazed expression was on his face. He still remembered when the zombie crisis first hit: only one in a hundred thousand people worldwide were lucky enough not to turn into zombies. Of course, this might have been a misfortune in itself, as sometimes death was far easier than being alive.

There are six months left. If I can prevent the zombie outbreak in advance, there might still be a chance. Meng Wuji thought about this, but soon a helpless, bitter smile appeared on his face. Preventing it was easier said than done. He didn't even know what caused the zombie outbreak, or the mechanism by which it swept the globe, let alone its ultimate origin. In six months, how could an insignificant nobody like him, without power or influence, accomplish any of that? He simply lacked the ability to save the world in six months. All he could do was save himself.

As for spreading the news, he didn't need to guess what would happen. He would be investigated by the authorities for spreading rumors—a "friendly visit to check the water meter," so to speak. Whether it was true or false, it couldn't be disseminated. If it were true, he couldn't speak of it due to the need to maintain social stability. If it were false, he would just be causing trouble. The slightest misstep could land him in prison, marking time with a sewing machine. Besides, even if he did speak out, no one would believe it. Claiming a zombie crisis was imminent was less credible than claiming an alien invasion.

BEEP.

His phone vibrated; a text message had arrived. He opened it and saw it was indeed from his girlfriend. The message said she wouldn't be returning to their rented apartment tonight as she was going to tutor a student.

Upon seeing this, he couldn't help but sneer and immediately blocked his girlfriend's phone number.

"Tutoring, huh." In his previous life, he had foolishly believed her. But recalling it now, he noted many discrepancies. For instance, their combined monthly income was less than eight thousand, yet she always ate well, drank well, and wore designer bags and clothes they couldn't possibly afford. Originally, he was indeed blinded by love, causing him to miss many details. But things were different now. He was clear-headed, and a little reflection was all it took to notice many inconsistencies.

Tutoring a student? More like teaching some rich kid a 'foreign language,' Meng Wuji thought, connecting the dots. He understood now: she was using him as a backup plan, a safety net. After she was done playing around, she wouldn't have to worry about being alone. Moreover, she'd have an adoring follower to support her lifestyle. As for marrying into a wealthy family, she obviously didn't harbor such thoughts; she was self-aware enough for that. She knew she couldn't marry into wealth, but she could be a mistress. She needed a weak-minded, love-struck fool like Meng Wuji as her enabler.

I can't stay in the big city. In my previous life, I was caught completely off guard there and nearly killed by zombies. The best thing to do is go back to the countryside.

This thought solidified in Meng Wuji's mind. He had to return to his hometown and build his own shelter, one that would allow him to survive the zombie apocalypse. This task wasn't actually that difficult, as he owned residential land there. If that wasn't enough, he could purchase more; all it took was money.

It's just that the location of the old family house in the countryside isn't suitable for a base. I remember... Memories flooded his mind, and he quickly recalled a strategic location: easy to defend but hard to attack, and possessing various favorable environmental conditions. Its only drawback was its remoteness, but for him, remoteness wasn't an issue; on the contrary, it was an excellent location for survival. More importantly, if he traded the land rights of his old family home, he might even get it without spending a penny.

I still need money... Meng Wuji realized. To construct a survival base, the money he had on hand was definitely not enough. He and his girlfriend spent all their earnings every month, with his girlfriend being responsible for the lion's share of the expenses.

In the end, his thoughts turned to certain financial events from his previous life. But when he thought back, at this time in his previous life, he had been a corporate drudge, mere Cattle and Horses, with no time to pay attention to such things.

Wait, that lottery ticket! Suddenly, Meng Wuji remembered a news event that hadn't happened yet in this timeline. It was common knowledge that winning the state lottery wasn't about Luck, but about predetermined citizen ID codes. Soon, however, an accident would occur: a lottery machine would malfunction due to a programming error, making the draw truly random for once. And before certain influential people could react, someone would have already cashed the winning ticket. Although it caused a lot of trouble later and the winnings were eventually reclaimed, that wouldn't happen for another five months. More importantly, because the lottery winnings were originally intended for someone with the 'correct' citizen ID code, even the usual taxes and mandatory 'donations' were waived. So, whatever was won was the actual take-home amount.

If Meng Wuji could successfully intercept this lottery win and then secure some loans on top of it, he would have the funds to build his base and procure all the necessary supplies. Although money would become worthless after the zombie crisis erupted, the outbreak was still six months away, and for now, money was still very useful.