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Chapter 128 : Debts Must Be Repaid · Oct 01, 2026

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101 Chapter 101 : Eating Hot Pot in the RV 2026-10-01
102 Chapter 102 : The Secret of Thermal Underwear 2026-10-01
103 Chapter 103 : Knocking on the Door on a Snowy Night 2026-10-01
104 Chapter 104 : The Last Chance 2026-10-01
105 Chapter 105 : The Call of Words 2026-10-01
106 Chapter 106 : Community Massacre 2026-10-01
107 Chapter 107 : Keeping Warm and Starting Construction 2026-10-01
108 Chapter 108 : Apocalyptic Survival Talisman 2026-10-01
109 Chapter 109 : The Golden House 2026-10-01
110 Chapter 110 : Space Travel 2026-10-01
111 Chapter 111 : The Return Journey to Tianlang Mountain 2026-10-01
112 Chapter 112 : Holy Mother Liu Chuyue 2026-10-01
113 Chapter 113 : Too Much Happiness is a Sin 2026-10-01
114 Chapter 114 : A Comfortable Home in the Apocalypse 2026-10-01
115 Chapter 115 : Base Liquidation 2026-10-01
116 Chapter 116 : Dogs in the Wolf’s Den 2026-10-01
117 Chapter 117 : The Virgin Mary’s Shame 2026-10-01
118 Chapter 118 : Absolute Power 2026-10-01
119 Chapter 119 : Dogs Fighting Dogs 2026-10-01
120 Chapter 120 : A Display of Betrayal 2026-10-01
121 Chapter 121 : The Real Price 2026-10-01
122 Chapter 122 : The Serpent’s Coil 2026-10-01
123 Chapter 123 : Words and Actions 2026-10-01
124 Chapter 124 : Zombie Encirclement of the Village 2026-10-01
125 Chapter 125 : The big rural stove 2026-10-01
126 Chapter 126 : Team Building at the Base 2026-10-01
127 Chapter 127 : Raising Game 2026-10-01
128 Chapter 128 : Debts Must Be Repaid 2026-10-01
129 Chapter 129 : First Experience of a Newcomer 2026-10-01
130 Chapter 130 : Human Nature is Inherently Greedy 2026-10-01
131 Chapter 131 : You are not worthy 2026-10-01
132 Chapter 132 : The Real Rich Man’s Bunker 2026-10-01
133 Chapter 133 : Reunion with Chu Yunting 2026-10-01
134 Chapter 134 : Brass Badge 2026-10-01
135 Chapter 135 : The Source of Whispers 2026-10-01
136 Chapter 136 : Family Rift 2026-10-01
137 Chapter 137 : A Plot to Break the Situation 2026-10-01
138 Chapter 138 : The Gate of the Stairs 2026-10-01
139 Chapter 139 : Echoes from the Rift Valley 2026-10-01
140 Chapter 140 : Reencounter with Zhou Xiao 2026-10-01
141 Chapter 141 : Reality and Illusion 2026-10-01
142 Chapter 142 : Luo Dechuan’s Temptation 2026-10-01
143 Chapter 143 : Is Chapter 143 True or False? 2026-10-01
144 Chapter 144 : The Constant Fall 2026-10-01
145 Chapter 145 : Breaking the Stalemate on Two Fronts 2026-10-01
146 Chapter 146 : Divine Vessel 2026-10-01
147 Chapter 147 : Dream Hunting Again 2026-10-01
148 Chapter 148 : Dream Core Fission 2026-10-01
149 Chapter 149 : Personal Judgment 2026-10-01
150 Chapter 150 : Dreams Come True 2026-10-01

128: Chapter 128 Debts Must Be RepaidAs for the others at Tianlang Mountain—

Although they had not yet awakened any supernatural abilities,

over this entire month,

under Ye Nanxing’s high-intensity ”devil training,”

every single one of them had undergone visible changes.

Physical fitness—skyrocketed!

100-meter sprints, maximum weight-bearing, endurance runs, and strength tests—all improved by over 30% across the board!

Reaction speed—leaped forward!

In close-quarters combat training, dodging, counterattacking, and neutralizing enemies were performed almost instinctively.

Mental strength—stabilized!

Even during night shifts or long periods of vigilance, they could remain calm, without agitation or fatigue.

Combat will—tempered!

Everyone was as sharp as a blade,

never panicking even when facing sudden situations,

striking with lethal intent, clean and crisp, never dragging their feet!

They were no longer the squad that could only rely on luck and numbers to overwhelm zombies.

Instead, they were, in the true sense of the word, capable of sweeping through hunts and holding their own in the Apocalypse—the ace warriors of Tianlang Mountain!

Watching this group of people walk off the training ground every day, drenched in sweat yet with burning eyes,

Ye Nanxing only had one thought in her heart: [This lifetime is pretty good.]

It was the 32nd night of Tianlang Mountain Base’s smooth operation.

During this time, aside from occasionally killing zombies, the base was basically just training.

Ye Nanxing stood alone at the highest point of the main control room,

cold wind whistling past the thick explosion-proof windows, making a sound like a whimper.

Suddenly, she frowned.

The next second, a series of urgent notifications popped up on the spatial interface:

[Spatial Sensing—Anomaly Alert]

[Monitoring bound mental force: Target: Chu Yunting: Status declining]

[Vital signs: Weakened, but not yet at the critical threshold of death]

Ye Nanxing narrowed her eyes slightly.

She opened her palm, and her mental force quietly reached out.

That wisp of mental imprint left on Chu Yunting’s thermal clothing was like a thin thread, trembling slightly—

It was not burning intensely, but was continuously and slowly going downhill.

Like a slowly fading star, it was still shining, but could be extinguished at any moment.

Ye Nanxing stood alone before the mottled tactical table, her fingertips gently stroking the surface, eyes lowered, her expression calm.

But deep in her heart, an undercurrent she had never mentioned to anyone stirred.

[...The situation is not optimistic.]

[But, there is still time.]

Although the mental imprint was weakening, it had not yet broken.

This meant that Chu Yunting was still holding on.

Ye Nanxing closed her eyes, her black hair falling over her cheek, obscuring the emotions roiling in her eyes.

[I never owe anyone.]

[But some favors, once given, must be repaid.]

The wind whimpered like a wolf’s howl.

Bone-chilling snow particles swept across the sky above Tianlang Mountain, blurring the world.

Ye Nanxing stood before the operations hall, her black combat uniform flapping in the wind, not a hint of hesitation in her expression.

With a flick of her wrist, she chambered a round, her movements clean and decisive.

”Move out.”

These two short words were like a sharp blade, instantly cutting through the night.

Fifteen elite warriors, fully armed, lined up on either side.

The five core members were Zhao Wei, Zhang Tianjin, Sun Hao, Zhou Cheng—and Yan.

Zhao Wei, Zhang Tianjin, Sun Hao, and Zhou Cheng were all capable officers personally selected and trained by Ye Nanxing amidst the fires of the Apocalypse.

They could fight, they could endure, and they could risk their lives.

As for Yan—

Ye Nanxing’s gaze swept slightly over that small figure, her eyes darkening imperceptibly.

He was thin and small, the black military uniform hanging on him like a large cloak.

On the youth’s face, pale to the point of transparency, his features were clean and delicate, yet he was as cold as silent ice.

He stood quietly, neither fearful like an ordinary Child nor possessing the alertness one would expect of an adult.

He simply lowered his head, his fingers silently stroking a silver-white mental sensing device, his entire being silent and lonely.

Ye Nanxing knew what kind of heart-stopping power was hidden within this seemingly frail youth.

[Mental attraction. Spatial anchoring. Mental resonance. Luring and controlling zombie hordes.]

[In this world, it is rare for a true mental-type mutant to be born.]

[And Yan might be the only one.]

Bringing him along was part of the plan.

Ye Nanxing needed his abilities; she needed him to lock onto spatial coordinates and serve as a temporary anchor in case of emergency.

Especially this time, the mission was full of variables—

any small delay could mean losing the best opportunity to save someone.

But—that was not the only reason.

More importantly, she brought Yan along because—[Because I’m concerned.]

Yan was too quiet.

Quiet to the point of sending a chill down one’s spine.

Ye Nanxing knew he wasn’t harmless; he just hadn’t truly acted yet.

A natural mutant, cold and emotionless, indifferent to life and death—one could never let their guard down around such a person (or rather, existence).

Even if he currently classified himself as belonging to her, even if he showed a hint of imperceptible softness and trust in front of her.

That trust was extremely fragile.

So fragile that an extreme mental fluctuation or a deep-level awakening of his mutant instincts could instantly overturn it.

Therefore, she had to keep Yan under her nose.

Where her line of sight could cover him.

Where her mental force could sense him.

She could control him at any time, and respond at any time.

Even if there really were any signs of him losing control, she could take action immediately.

The car door slammed shut, Ye Nanxing sat in the driver’s seat, and gripped the steering wheel.

Wind and snow hit the car windows, making a pattering sound.

She thought coldly: [Save people, guard the base, control hearts.]

[Every step must be a win.]

In this world, only oneself can win a chance at survival.

And only oneself can protect this group of flickering lights that have not yet been extinguished.

She stepped on the accelerator, and the black motorcade roared out into the extreme wind and snow, tearing through the night.

The wind remained violent.

The snow continued endlessly.

The broken remains of the city teetered in the gale, mottled frost hanging on the ruined walls.

The sky was so dark it felt as if it would never brighten again, the whole world seemingly sealed in an endless winter nightmare.

The motorcade traveled through the dilapidated streets.

On the snowy ground, mottled bloodstains had long been covered by fresh snow, with only scattered bones reminding one of how much despair and death had occurred here.

Ye Nanxing sat in the passenger seat of the first vehicle, her gaze calmly scanning the road ahead.

”Stay alert, slow down.”

Her voice was not loud, but it was clearly transmitted to everyone’s earpieces through the communication channel.

”Yes!”

Zhao Wei responded in a deep voice.

Zhang Tianjin, Sun Hao, Zhou Cheng... each of them wore a grave expression, gripping their weapons tightly and looking around vigilantly.

The motorcade slowed down and steadily passed through the ruins.

Not long after.

”Detector response—small-scale disturbance ahead!”

Zhou Cheng reported quickly over the earpiece.

Sure enough.

As they turned past a broken overpass, a pungent stench of decay hit them.