Rewriting the Apocalypse

32_ Spreading rumors

-Still no news about Derek?-

It had already been five days since Derek was captured. Yang Yifei, despite his cold and indifferent nature, saw his subordinates as his responsibility. Just because this was part of their plan didn’t mean he would sit back and let one of his own be subjected to experimentation.

-We have some leads. Thr government scientist told me they’ve been torturing him, but it looks like he’s been holding up pretty well.-  He Kwok replied.

-And you think that’s good enough? Leaving him there to be tortured? Do something.-

Yang Yifei sent the last message before tucking his phone into his jacket. He barely had time to process his frustration before two black zombies lunged at him—one wielding fire, the other ice gift.

The monsters kept evolving in the past days. At first, it had been normal Mad-P or Mad-A and normal zombies. Now, the threat has escalated to these Black Variants and gifted Mad-P.

His expression remained cold as he raised a bazooka, firing it straight into the ice zombie’s chest. The impact tore through its torso, but before it could collapse, Yang Yifei lunged forward, driving his gloved hand into its eye socket. With a sharp twist, he wrenched out its glowing gemstone before leaping backward.

The ice zombie staggered, its gaping chest wound rapidly regenerating. Then, it let out a guttural, inhuman scream—a sound so unnatural it could’ve been ripped straight from a horror movie.

And just as expected, that scream was a beacon.

All around him, lesser zombies stirred, their heads snapping in his direction before they broke into a mindless sprint toward him.

Yang Yifei clicked his tongue. Tch. This is getting annoying.

Even as he dodged and countered, his mind remained occupied. He had to do something about his stupid subordinate. He needed to act, but he couldn’t just storm into the government base himself— and not while his mission going on.

And then, there was Ji Zeyan.

They still didn’t know what that man was truly capable of. Ling Song had his tricks—who was to say Ji Zeyan didn’t have some as well?

Yang Yifei needed to contact Ling Song. He needed to let him know what was happening. But was that even possible?

He had seen the Goddess Realm—twice, in fact. But accessing it on command? That was another story. He still didn’t know how to do it.

As Yang Yifei went in for a second strike against the ice black zombie, a storm of fire erupted toward him, scorching his arm. The searing pain forced him to halt his attack and retreat. Gritting his teeth, he summoned a barrage of blades, sending them flying toward the fire zombie. The weapons surrounded it like a cage, cutting off it's movements.

With the fire zombie momentarily blocked, he lunged at the ice zombie again. He had to be careful—not to kill it too recklessly. The golden stones embedded in their eyes were too valuable to risk damaging.

As he stormed forward, his senses stretched outward. Every zombie within range was accounted for. For days now, he had been fighting without proper rest, but that exhaustion had sharpened his awareness. The moment any zombie moved, a weapon was already aimed at its skull. Before they could even take a step toward him, they collapsed, lifeless.

Thankfully, a group of workers was stationed nearby, quickly disposing of the bodies after extracting the stones. If not for them, the entire area around the base would have turned into a graveyard—corpses piling up day after day. And no one wanted that.