Apocalyptic Reincarnation: Start with a 30-million Bonus

But even if he didn’t want to look, the computer screen was still large.

The computer was too bright, and a glance caught the content written by Li Hang:

My 100 advantages: Hmm? Advantages! Let’s see what this kid wrote. Li Yu scrolled down....

1. Being complimented as handsome

2. Can operate a forklift

3. Can write a diary

4. Can whistle with four fingers together (learned from the protagonist in Attack on Titan, that’s how he calls his horse. Super cool.)

5. Can wiggle ears

6. Has a gentle hand when cleaning ears

7. Can bathe

8. Eats navel oranges quickly

9. Can carry a grain thresher

10. Doesn’t have stinky feet

11. Was a road team leader before

12. Can play mahjong

13. Reached the King rank in Arena of Valor

14. Can recite Pi to the ninth decimal

15. Smiles with dimples and pear dimples

16. Can blow bubbles with saliva and make them fly

17. Can run from his house to Ping’an Junior High School in one breath

18. Can sit alone under a tree at 4 AM in winter and space out for more than two hours

19. Grows more confident as he ages

....

???

As he read further, the content of the advantages exceeded Li Yu’s understanding, and he hadn’t anticipated these kinds of advantages!

This...is really good!

As Li Yu read, his facial expression became complex.

This kid, is really damn interesting!

He’s truly a talent.

The ghastly rainy weather also made Li Hang’s mood a bit unpleasant, but even when he felt unpleasant, he would quickly cheer up.

He always had various ways to make himself happy, always finding some fun.

That’s excellent.

At the end, Li Yu’s lips curved into a faint smile.

Pretty good.

Then he saved the file, shut down the computer, and closed the lid.

Back in his room, Li Yu opened the sliding glass door between the small balcony and his room. Some rain sprinkled in from the window.

The window wasn’t fully closed, and thinking it over since he wasn’t very sleepy yet, Li Yu poured himself a cup of lemon tea.

Then he sat in the wicker chair on the balcony, watching the storm outside the window.

A dust of storm, half a vast expanse.

The house separated the rain; indoors and outdoors seemed like two different worlds.

Li Yu always liked rainy days, but after the apocalypse, rainy days also brought him worry. Each rainfall meant another test was coming.

Now, sealed by the window in this torrential rain, a trace of moisture seeping in awakened a long-lost sentiment in Li Yu.

Lying in the wicker chair, he took a sip of the slightly sour and sweet lemon tea, with a hint of bitterness followed by a slight sweetness.

Li Yu covered himself with the blanket beside the wicker chair and lay there.

The wicker chair rocked back and forth slightly, and as he lay covered with the blanket feeling warm, and a slight coolness in the air, not too much, just right.

This neither cold nor hot, with a hint of coolness yet covered by a thin blanket, was like being in the summer under a blanket with the air conditioning on or eating ice cream in a heated room during winter.

Comfortable, cool yet warm. Not contradictory, just right.

Li Yu gradually fell asleep.

...

But it’s not just the base experiencing the storm; the entire land of China couldn’t escape either.

The torrential rain indiscriminately ravaged the land. For some survivors who had just started to farm, everything was destroyed by the rain.

This storm took many lives and also stole many people’s hopes.

In Southern City, at the Salvation Army.

They had been out of food for five days. If Brother Mao or the two groups that went out had been able to bring back supplies successfully, they wouldn’t be like this now.

The leader of the Salvation Army had lost his former confidence; without food, he couldn’t stabilize the team, and already some people within the team were beginning to show signs of instability.

But on this day, they suddenly had meat to eat.

Everyone who ate the meat seemed to turn frenzied, their eyes gleaming with bloodlust and savagery.

At the same time, there was less humanity in their eyes, replaced by the fierce ambitions and madness only seen in wild beasts.

At first, only a few people started to eat meat, but as time passed, more and more people joined until, in the end, those who didn’t eat disappeared.

Only those who ate meat remained.

Finally, everyone started eating meat.

”Today is the 28th day of the torrential rain,” said the leader of the Salvation Army, lifting his head. He took a bite of the meat in his hand, lit a cigarette, and deeply inhaled.

Looking at the pitch-black sky,

Between the flickering light of his cigarette, occasionally, one could see the leader’s face, not quite human, not quite a ghost, always seemingly smiling yet so eerie.

The eerie smile carried a hint of bloodlust, his gaze held a hint of wild beast’s frenzy and an indescribable rotting scent.

The 28th day of the torrential rain.

The location of the Salvation Army was good, situated on a relatively high point, still safe from flood risks.

The Salvation Army, originally more than a thousand strong, had dwindled to just over 400.

They had been stationed in this factory, which was built sturdily and managed with military precision, with stable facilities.

However, the diesel generator was out of fuel.

And so was the food.

Their headquarters hadn’t been breached by zombies, but they were still losing members each day.

The apocalyptic torrential rain was terrifying not only because of zombies; sometimes, hunger was even more terrifying and, more than hunger, humans were the most frightening.

How do you determine if someone is a person?

Is it by whether they look like a human? Or whether they have thoughts?

Or perhaps, whether they have humanity.

How do you view whether a person has humanity?

The people of the Salvation Army could no longer be considered real humans in the true sense.

But, apart from them, many other places were witnessing similar scenes.

Some fortunate people might not face this issue.

Some held on to the moral bottom line firmly, refusing to cross that red line; some of them made it through, some didn’t.

Although,

some people survived.

But.

It was as good as being dead.