Chapter Eight: You Cannot Die (3/4)

Prize Pool Amount: The Main God Points—anyone who knows even a little about the Main God Space understands the weight of these four words. Points are the guarantee of their survival!

With a water gun in hand, Liu Mengchao wiped out zombies swiftly and cleanly. Her expression, sharp and decisive, swept through the hearts of the reincarnators like a hurricane, stirring up waves of awe.

“What are you waiting for?” Liu Mengchao turned, her eyes cold as she swept a glance over the astonished reincarnators and said, “Anyone who drags us down—I will not keep them.”

With that, she strode out without hesitation.

The rooftop now looked like a battlefield. Everywhere the eye could see, the broken corpses of zombies littered the ground.

No matter how fierce a zombie, once stripped of its body, its only power was the snapping of its jaw, gnashing its remaining teeth against the floor. Step by step, Liu Mengchao walked on.

Beneath her feet lay what was once the body of a female zombie—a girl who had been pure and full of vitality, now reduced to only her lower half. Her long legs were wrapped in black stockings, and through the tattered skirt, one could glimpse a pair of floral panties.

Yet few paused to look at this once-alluring scene. All eyes were drawn to Liu Mengchao.

Leaving the rooftop, the long corridor of Fujimi Academy seemed as usual, filled with students—only now, none bore the troubled expressions of youth.

Zombies. As far as the eye could see—a tide of zombies.

At the entrance to the corridor, Liu Mengchao turned to her companions and made a silent gesture for silence, then called out to Bai Ya in her heart.

“Bai Ya, do you know the best way to control the Main God Points?”

“Let every reincarnator die? But…”

“No, you’re wrong.” Liu Mengchao gave an almost imperceptible shake of her head and stepped forward first.

Her footsteps were light, like a cat prowling on a quiet summer night rooftop—utterly silent.

Brushing past, the zombies didn’t even notice as she slipped by. At every encounter, Liu Mengchao raised her left wrist with a slight flick.

Swish!

The sound of the assassin’s hidden blade was so subtle that, were it not for the spray of blood blossoming from a zombie’s forehead, the reincarnators behind her might have thought she’d done nothing at all.

But the performance was only just beginning.

“If the goal is to stop reincarnators from farming points, why not simply wipe out all the points?” Liu Mengchao voiced her thought to Bai Ya in her mind.

And thus, the performance began.

Have you ever seen a butterfly flutter through the gaps of blossoms, light as air?

That was Liu Mengchao now—a white butterfly, exquisite and elegant, dancing through a field of zombies as if among flowers. The twin hidden blades on her arms rose and fell like notes in a symphony. Each time she lifted her wrist, like a butterfly flapping its wings, a blood-red flower bloomed atop a zombie’s head, and another fell silently to the ground.

“He… he isn’t human…”

Chen Mo, the special forces soldier, watched Liu Mengchao move through the zombies as if no one else existed. A cold dread swelled in him—he’d obviously provoked the one person he should never have crossed.

Liu Mengchao’s words echoed in his ears: “Anyone who drags us down—I will not keep them.”

Was he about to be abandoned by this terrifying veteran? The thought shattered Chen Mo’s silence. Gripping his knife, he charged after Liu Mengchao.

Seeing Chen Mo rush forward, another acted. Standing beside Takashi Komuro, Qi Xiaoxiao tapped his wrist lightly, causing him to drop his bat, then bent swiftly to catch it.

What was an ordinary baseball bat in Takashi’s hands became something else entirely in Qi Xiaoxiao’s. The thicker end dragged along the ground. With her slender index and middle fingers pressed to the bat, it was as if she wielded a legendary blade rather than a blunt weapon.

“Hah!”

Her lips parted, breath gentle as orchids. Her brow furrowed, gaze sharp as steel.

In an instant, Qi Xiaoxiao’s figure surged ahead, overtaking Chen Mo and standing behind Liu Mengchao.

Bang!

A dull thud rang out—the bat struck a zombie’s forehead with perfect precision as it lunged from the side. The force snapped the zombie’s head back, a crisp crack of bone filling the air.

No blood, no wound. The zombie, which had lunged from behind Liu Mengchao, suddenly froze. Its ferocious head lolled, and with a thud, it collapsed to the ground.

“What are you doing here?”

“Call me ‘big sister,’” Qi Xiaoxiao snapped at Liu Mengchao, who had turned her head anxiously. “Pay attention to your back.”

“My back?”

Without even glancing at the zombie lunging at him from behind, Liu Mengchao turned, facing Qi Xiaoxiao. “I have eyes in the back of my head.”

Before Qi Xiaoxiao could lift the bat, Liu Mengchao ducked low, slipping beneath the zombie’s arm. Her left wrist swept out like a swan’s wing.

A flash of silver.

The hidden blade struck.

By the time Qi Xiaoxiao realized, the zombie behind Liu Mengchao already had a hole in its head.

“Don’t fool around.” There was no excitement in Qi Xiaoxiao’s eyes, only deeper worry. “I’ve read ‘Terror Infinity.’”

“And?”

“In the Main God Space, the flashier you act, the faster you die. And be careful of your teammates! I still haven’t heard the Main God mention any penalty for killing teammates.”

“Maybe the Main God just forgot to announce it.”

“Then…” Qi Xiaoxiao turned, shielding Liu Mengchao’s back, and leaned against her with a smile.

“Until the Main God issues a warning, you’re not allowed to die.”

Qi Xiaoxiao’s words were soft, but her gaze was cold as she stared at Chen Mo approaching. A sneak attack from behind was a special forces soldier’s forte, but from now on, she would be Liu Mengchao’s eyes at her back.

“Xiaoxiao,” Liu Mengchao suddenly laughed, “when you lean against me, I still can’t feel your chest. Fifteen years and nothing’s changed, you’re still so flat.”

A light snort.

Qi Xiaoxiao said nothing.

“Why so quiet?” At this moment, Liu Mengchao’s usual composure vanished. Reunited with her childhood companion, even in such peril, she couldn’t help but smile.

“If you want to reminisce, do it after you survive. Just one horror movie and you’re already acting like a veteran. Your life is worth more than those newcomers.”

“And you?”

“You have to survive! And next time, you must call me ‘big sister.’”

Such a mismatched exchange.

Liu Mengchao shook her head and kept moving forward. Not far ahead, she heard faint sounds.

Bang… Bang… Bang…

The sound of a wooden sword striking.

In Highschool of the Dead, only one person used a wooden sword.

Saeko Busujima.

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