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nChapter 47: Material Modeling and Departure

nTranslator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

nAt night, everyone stood in front of Lu Ming’s house and watched Zhang Lixin perform his superpower.

n“I named my superpower the Material Modeling. The effect is to change the shape of matter, such as this.”

nHe casually grabbed a dumbbell piece. With just a pinch from Zhang Lixin’s hand, the dumbbell plates quickly transformed, and soon turned into nearly perfect spherical shapes.

nThe magical scene made everyone present cheer and clap crazily.

nEspecially Lu Ming. He clapped louder than anyone else.

n“Great, Brother Zhang, this superpower is too good! I might have to trouble Brother Zhang to make weapons in the future.”

nThe first thing Lu Ming thought of was weapons and ammunition.

nIt was not enough to have only one hunter slingshot. Recently, Lu Ming had discovered that the hunter slingshot was showing signs of being pulled apart again. He had to make a few more to have no worries.

nNeedless to say, ammunition consumed a lot of energy.

nZhang Lixin nodded solemnly. “Alright, leave your weapons and ammunition to me in the future.”

nWang Xiong interrupted at an inappropriate time.

n“It’s just that I think this superpower seems to have stronger auxiliary capabilities, but the direct combat ability seems to be somewhat average…”

nThe atmosphere instantly grew tense.

nIn the morning, Zhang Lixin had just said that he wanted to protect everyone with the power of an Awakened. But in the evening,when he saw the superpower, Wang Xiong spoke these words.

nNow that I’ve become an Awakened, and here I am, Zhang Lixin, still relegated to a support role?

nHow do I avoid losing face?

nZhang Lixin stopped smiling and instead glared at Wang Xiong. Wang Xiong, feeling embarrassed, scratched his head.

nZhang Chengcheng’s gentle voice sounded at the right moment. “What’s wrong with being a support? Everyone says that my gravity superpower is very strong, but in the end, I’m just supporting Brother Lu’s training, right?”

nZhang Lixin looked at Zhang Chengcheng approvingly.

nLittle sister, you really know how to talk.

nIn any case, the lively evening came to an end.

nThe next day.

nDay 31 of the Apocalypse Calendar, Tuesday.

nAfter the morning exercise and lunch break, Lu Ming began to rummage through boxes and cabinets.

nBecause today was a very important day.

nLu Ming was going out.

nFor food.

nName: Lu Ming

nStrength: 54-9

nPhysique: 55.6

nAgility: 50.8

nHis three-dimensional attributes had thoroughly exceeded 50 points, giving Lu Ming the confidence to go out.

nBut despite the confidence, he could not afford to neglect the necessary preparations.

nHe put on a thick leather coat, wore leather gloves that did not hinder his shooting actions, and after some thought, Lu Ming also put on a yellow safety helmet.

nHe strapped a bow and arrows to his back, took a slingshot, grabbed a silenced rifle, a fire ax, a baseball bat, and a dagger. Finally, he thought it would be better to take everything and even brought the crossbow and bolts.

nCarrying sufficient ammunition and iron discus for throwing, Lu Ming walked out of the door with a large bag that was taller than himself.

n“Click, click, click, click, click.”

nAfter unlocking the five locks, Lu Ming saw the military vehicle at the door, with Wang Xiong and Zhang Chengcheng in the driver and front passenger seats.

nWhen their six eyes met, Wang Xiong and Zhang Chengcheng could not help but be stunned.

nIt was not until Lu Ming got into the car that Wang Xiong said helplessly, “Brother, it’s really not that dangerous.”

nHowever, before Lu Ming could respond, Zhang Chengcheng said thoughtfully, “Brother Lu is well-prepared and that’s a good thing. After all, we don’t know if a high-level zombie will suddenly appear outside. Better safe than sorry.”

nLu Ming nodded in agreement. “There’s no harm in being careful.”

nWang Xiong waved to Zhang Lixin, who was outside the car. “The safety of our house depends on you.”

nWith that, he stepped on the accelerator and the car drove towards the depths of Good Hope Village.

nLeaving home, Lu Ming felt a sense of insecurity.

nHowever, the sturdy military vehicle made Lu Ming feel somewhat better.

nSoon, the vehicle drove out of Guangping Street.

nGuangping Street was the street where Lu Ming’s house was located. With the active participation of Wang Xiong and Zhang Chengcheng, there were no more zombies in Guangping Street—it had been designated as a safe area by the group.

nOnce they left Guangping Street, it was equivalent to leaving the safe zone.

nLu Ming could not help but tense up and he was attentive to any slight movement. Even the carefree Wang Xiong became cautious.

nZhang Chengcheng said, “The target this time is the Zhang family’s gathering place. I’ve already cleared out the zombies inside. We’ll go there, collect the supplies, load them into the vehicles, and leave. That’s the plan.

n“However, Wang Xiong and I haven’t really cleared the zombies along the way from our gathering place to the Zhang family’s gathering place. The reason why we didn’t bring anyone else this time is to clean up the streets along the way. When we’re done sweeping the streets, all our four vehicles will move together, and we’ll be able to take all the supplies from there in just a few trips.”

nUpon hearing this, Lu Ming could not help but raise his eyebrows. “Are there really that many supplies over there?”

nZhang Chengcheng nodded. “We did prepare a lot of supplies in the past.”

nWhile they were chatting, the sound of their vehicle attracted the attention of the zombies.

nSeeing this, Lu Ming took a deep breath, opened the shooting hole, and crawled out.

n“Pa!”

n“Pa!”

nAfter two shots, the zombies fell to the ground.

nUpon closer observation, Lu Ming squinted and crawled back into the car. “There don’t seem to be many zombies…”

nGood Hope Village was densely populated. As a village close to the center of Nanxiang City, it was home to a large number of migrant workers.

nTherefore, the density of zombies in this place was definitely not low.

nHowever, they had been driving for nearly three minutes, and had only encountered two zombies. This phenomenon made Lu Ming feel uneasy.

nIn contrast, Wang Xiong casually said, “Isn’t it a good thing to have fewer zombies?”

nZhang Chengcheng responded, “Fewer zombies means fewer evolved zombies. Then how are we Awakeneds supposed to level up?”

nThat statement left Wang Xiong puzzled.

nLu Ming said, “Forget it, let’s not dwell on this issue for now. Food is much more important than zombies.”

nWang Xiong nodded and continued, “Survivors are much more important than zombies. We really don’t have enough people in our gathering place.”

nIf no one is doing any work, how can we talk about development?

nIn any case, Wang Xiong still had ambitions for the current gathering place at Lu Ming’s family.

nHe wanted to save people, to become everyone’s hero, and even more so to create a safe haven for the survivors.

nAnd all of this not only required exceptional top experts like Lu Ming, but also relied on core forces like Wang Xiong, Zhang Chengcheng, and Zhang Lixin. It also needed numerous ordinary people like Yang Guan and Qin Lie.

nAbout half an hour later, the military vehicle successfully stopped in front of the gate of the Zhang family’s gathering place.

nThe number of zombies they encountered along the way was fewer than 10.

nLooking inside from the big iron gate, they could see countless zombie corpses scattered on the ground—this was all Zhang Chengcheng’s doing.

nThey opened the gate and walked along the muddy path to the entrance of the underground cellar. Standing in front of the cellar entrance, Zhang Chengcheng suddenly frowned.

n“Something’s not right. The lock has been broken.”

nWhen she came two days ago, Zhang Chengcheng was certain that the big lock on the cellar was securely in place. But now the lock was twisted like a pretzel.

nOpening the cellar door, Zhang Chengcheng took the lead and went down. A moment later, Zhang Chengcheng’s relatively relaxed voice came from inside.

n“Fortunately, not much has been stolen..”

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