Worldwide Awakening: My Soul Kinds Are Lost-Chapter 642: Super Large Spatial Ability, Critical for Hoarding Resources in the Apocalypse _1

Meng Wuji was almost nauseated enough to vomit, but in the end, he paid one hundred thousand yuan to acquire the base he needed.

When he returned to his rural hometown, he discovered his household had been effectively wiped out and his assets seized; even his house had been occupied by others. He ultimately reclaimed it all through force.

This, however, also made him an enemy of the villagers.

It then became clear to him why the village had remained so impoverished all these years.

Everything will end when the zombie crisis breaks out, he thought.

Though disgusted, he never considered killing anyone directly. Order and law still existed; going to jail over such trivial matters would simply not be worth it.

Any problem that could currently be resolved with money was not a major issue.

Next up are the base design and construction, Meng Wuji mused.

Things were different now. Previously, lacking adequate resources, he had converted his rented house into a makeshift shelter. However, even three years into the apocalypse, much of the equipment was inadequate, constantly needing repairs and modifications.

Therefore, he needed a professional team to help design and build a safe and livable sanctuary.

Furthermore, there were numerous items to purchase. The funds he had obtained from his lottery winnings might not be enough to cover the full cost.

However, he never intended to pay the full amounts upfront. He planned to pay substantial initial deposits, and as for the remaining sums on the contracts, he would default on them once the zombie crisis erupted.

More importantly, he now possessed a large sum of money, making him a favored client of banks and financial institutions. He could leverage this capital to secure further loans—more easily and in larger amounts than an ordinary person could.

I'll rest for a bit and deal with the remaining matters tomorrow, Meng Wuji thought, looking at the darkening sky. It wasn't convenient to stay here long.

While the location was good, it was still a desolate wilderness. Even without the threat of wolves or tigers, spending a night here meant risking catching a cold or being covered in mosquito bites.

After riding his newly bought motorcycle back to the county town, he checked into an inn, bought some food, and after eating, prepared to rest.

He was not as he had been in his previous life, when he possessed a robust physique.

That strong physique was not the result of exercise but was gained by consuming Zombie Cores found in zombie brains, which had strengthened him.

Some individuals with aptitude could even evolve by consuming Zombie Cores, gaining abilities that only Mutated Zombies possessed. Such individuals were called Evolvers.

Of course, if one consumed enough Crystal Cores to achieve a physique that surpassed human limits, they could also be called Evolvers.

He hadn't awakened any abilities. In his previous life, he had focused primarily on gathering supplies to care for his girlfriend, rarely hunting zombies. Thus, even after three years, he hadn't broken through his physical limits using Zombie Cores by the time he died.

But this time, he would not let his chance go to waste—he was determined to become the foremost Evolver.

Evolvers who had mastered abilities had their advantages, and similarly, Evolvers with powerful physiques had their own. The difference was that Physical Cultivors were only considered Evolvers after their physiques broke through human limits, whereas Ability Evolvers were Evolvers as soon as they possessed an ability.

Actually, Meng Wuji had another theory: perhaps he wasn't without an ability. He might have actually possessed one, but he just hadn't realized it in his previous life.

This ability must be rebirth, he conjectured. Otherwise, there's no explaining how I could live again. However, to trigger this rebirth ability, I would have to die first. Why would I have chosen to die before? It could only be attributed to a bizarre twist of fate.

This was just his guess, and he couldn't be certain. Not unless he absorbed Zombie Cores, died again, and was reborn once more. Only then could he confirm it.

But he didn't want to test it. If he guessed wrong, he would truly die.

If my ability truly is rebirth, that would naturally be cause for celebration. If not, then I'll just become a Physical Cultivor, which isn't so bad either.

An Evolver's strength was determined by the quantity and quality of the Zombie Cores they consumed.

His phone vibrated again. Meng Wuji glanced at it; it was his ex-girlfriend calling him again. However, because he had added her to his blacklist, both her texts and calls were being intercepted.

These were still feature phones; smartphones and their corresponding communication apps didn't exist yet. Phone calls and text messages were the primary methods of communication.

He casually turned off his phone. Besides, no one was trying to contact him at the moment anyway.

I'll need to buy another SIM card tomorrow, he thought.

The SIM card he currently had was going to be used for taking out loans. Afterwards, when he defaulted, he'd be hounded by debt collectors, and the contacts stored on it would definitely suffer.

The other one would be kept separate, a backup for unforeseen needs.

He also didn't need to worry about anyone contacting him through the new SIM card, as SIM cards were currently unregistered.

If it weren't for the impending crisis, he actually would have wanted to buy another mobile phone.

In the end, he abandoned the idea because four months after the zombie crisis erupted, all communication devices would become useless.

Moreover, various modern facilities and infrastructure would gradually fall into disrepair due to lack of maintenance. Conveniences like water, electricity, and so on would disappear.

He tossed his phone onto the bedside table, didn't bother to undress, and lay down fully clothed.

Just as he closed his eyes, preparing to sleep, he heard a rustling sound from outside.

"Is that kid asleep?" a deep male voice carried over.

"It's this late; he must be asleep," another voice responded.

Meng Wuji's eyes snapped open. How could I be asleep at this hour? In my previous life, I'd still be on alert at this time. Even if I hadn't been reborn and was still slaving away like Cattle and Horses, I'd be working overtime right now. There's no way I'd be asleep this early. My work hours used to be from eight in the morning until midnight!

"When we go in, you cover his mouth, I'll smash his legs. Make sure not to kill him; we still need to get the bank card PIN out of him."

"Don't worry. The kid is scrawny and small; he can't put up much of a fight."

This exchange reached Meng Wuji's ears, and a flicker of killing intent flashed in his eyes.

He certainly recognized the voices. They belonged to the men who had sold him the land earlier that day, and now they were after his money.

It figured. Anyone willing to spend one hundred thousand yuan and trade a homestead for a piece of land was clearly wealthy, and now this wealthy person was alone and vulnerable.

I flaunted my wealth; that was a miscalculation, Meng Wuji realized his mistake.

He had already died once in his previous life. Back then, resources like food and medicine were far more valuable than money, which had become worthless paper, so he had subconsciously overlooked this aspect.

His gaze swept around the room. He cautiously drew out the fruit knife from the table—meant for peeling fruit, though the inn didn't provide any.

Using the Silent Step he had honed in his previous life, he concealed himself and waited for them to make their move.

The sounds of communication outside the door quickly quieted. He watched as they pried open his room door and cautiously entered.

The first one to enter held a wet cloth in his hand, soaked with ether. If it covered his mouth and nose, he would undoubtedly pass out.

The other figure carried an iron hammer, clearly intending to break his legs and arms, rendering him unable to leave or resist.

After the two men entered, Meng Wuji, hidden in the shadows, cautiously approached the figure with the iron hammer and silently slit his throat.

A gurgling sound, accompanied by the splash of blood, broke the silence.

The man in front reacted, instinctively turning to look, only to feel an excruciating pain in his eye.

As the man turned his head, Meng Wuji thrust the fruit knife through his eyeball and into his brain. With a twist, before the man could even utter a pained cry, he was swiftly killed.

HUFF... HUFF... Meng Wuji panted heavily. This exertion had far exceeded his current body's limits, but more than that, it was because this was the first time he had killed a human. In his previous life, he had only killed zombies, never people.

The dual shock to his body and Spirit left him feeling an indescribable exhaustion.

More importantly, under this dual shock, he sensed a change within his Spirit.

A space? He discovered that his Spirit was connected to an immense space. Its limits were currently unclear, but he knew it was vast.

I've become an Evolver! How is this possible? I haven't consumed any Zombie Cores!

He was utterly astounded. Moreover, it was a special Spatial Ability.

Perhaps it's because of my rebirth? Meng Wuji could only attribute this to a change brought about by his rebirth. Fortunately, this was a good thing, not a major problem. On the contrary, it would provide him with greater advantages in facing the upcoming zombie crisis.