Chapter Fifteen: The Legendary Reverse Pursuit

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The police station had a refrigerator. Though the power was out and the food inside was on the verge of spoiling, the water and some biscuits were still edible. There were also a few buckets of instant noodles and chocolate, clearly prepared for the night shift personnel.

Now that these people were dead, the supplies benefitted Qi Xi and his group.

Qi Xi sat in a reclining chair in an office—the office of the police chief. The decor was fairly refined, the space about forty square meters, the walls adorned with old-fashioned calligraphy and paintings, bearing four large characters: "Uphold Justice in Law." Beside them hung several commendation banners. On the desk was a computer, a stack of files, and near the door a row of sofas. In front of the sofas stood a glass tea table with an ashtray and teacups and a teapot, along with a silver thermos.

Bored by idleness, he found little interest in the police station, unlike the others who were eagerly exploring or, like Watermelon, who dashed off to a lounge the moment he heard "rest," ready to nap.

Qi Xi sat in quiet contemplation, pondering the mysteries of this world.

Yet his mind was a tangled web of countless thoughts and clues, all muddled and without direction, leaving him with a headache.

In truth, he was not especially brilliant—smarter than most, but not a genius. He could not resolve every problem with ease.

His chaotic thoughts made him sigh as he turned the chair.

Qi Xi stood up, walked to the sofa, and took some tea leaves from beneath the glass table, pouring them into the teapot and then adding hot water. He hadn’t expected much heat, but seeing the boiling water, he was surprised at the thermos’s impressive insulation.

The aroma of tea soothed him, bringing a sense of calm.

After waiting two minutes, he poured the tea into a cup and took a sip. Instantly, he was surprised—this was good tea: a hint of bitterness at first, then a fragrant sweetness that lingered, with a pure undertone of bitterness that was deeply memorable. He had no idea what kind of tea it was, only a black canister without a label, probably some high-grade purchase.

After finishing the tea, Qi Xi felt his mind settle, and he squinted, organizing the information he had.

The central question remained: Why did humans in this world turn into zombies? What was the original cause? What triggered this apocalypse?

These three questions were closely tied to the fundamental secrets of this world. Only by solving them could he truly understand.

The first point had been resolved—it was a form of evolution, and ordinary human genes could not withstand it, hence the transformation into zombies.

The second and third points seemed alike but were fundamentally different. Yet, regardless of their differences, he had no way to know at present.

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Qi Xi felt he was overlooking something, some crucial detail.

It seemed immensely important, but he just couldn’t recall it. That feeling—something within reach yet impossibly distant—drove him mad.

What was it?

“I feel like I’ve caught something, but haven’t grasped anything,” Qi Xi muttered irritably as he slumped on the sofa, frustration weighing on him. If someone came to retrieve him in nine days, he would then have to investigate, inevitably falling into a passive position, unable to take the initiative. Though he might ultimately hack his way through and barely complete the task, there was a vast difference between barely finishing and finishing well—the amount of the world’s source at stake was tied to his points!

If he seized five or six percent of the source and split it evenly with Watermelon, it would be even less.

This time, the team’s traversal was meant to snatch as much of the source as possible.

Just as Qi Xi was troubled, the door was knocked.

‘Knock knock knock.’

“Come in,” Qi Xi said, not even opening his eyes. Likely, it was Watermelon—that kid had slept so soundly last night, and now was still napping. Even if it was a nap, he’d missed the best opportunity, the idiot.

The door opened, and outside stood a young woman of alluring figure, curves accentuated, highly tempting. Though bare-faced, she possessed a certain charm. Her long hair fell to her shoulders, and she wore a white shirt, her appearance impeccably clean—clearly she had just found a way to bathe.

This was Liang Fei, the somewhat timid woman who hesitated in everything.

Today, after witnessing Qi Xi’s heroic prowess, she was moved—not love at first sight, nor infatuation, but a practical thought: this man was strong enough that if she became his girlfriend, she could survive in this zombie-ridden world.

Moreover, Qi Xi was no hideous monster. He had good bearing, and though not a towering figure, his height of 178 centimeters was not short. Such a man, she did not hesitate to harbor thoughts...

A smile on her lips, Liang Fei closed the door, then twisted the lock.

Qi Xi sensed something off, opened his eyes, and saw Liang Fei walking toward him.

“You’re Liang Fei, right? What is it?”

Qi Xi asked coolly. He was not the sort to go weak at the sight of a woman. His first traversal had made him famous in the martial world, shocking the land, called the greatest martial arts prodigy, the foremost youthful hero. What woman hadn’t thrown herself at him? Seductive, pure, noble—he’d even caught the eye of princesses. Those women were all born with allure and skill, yet he had never paid them much mind!

Well... not entirely. Many beauties had offered themselves, whispered sweet words, each of them breathtaking—who wouldn’t be tempted?

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But his martial training demanded he remain pure...

There was simply no choice, damn it!

The work of traversing was more important.

Otherwise, failing to obtain the source meant he couldn’t return, and losing his purity would ruin his skills. Enemies would come knocking, kicking him when he was down—how miserable that would be.

Liang Fei listened to Qi Xi’s indifferent words and was unfazed. She sat on the sofa beside him, smiling brightly, and said, “Thanks to you, we survived today. Really, thank you—you’re incredible.”

What man doesn’t like hearing praise from a beautiful woman?

Though her words lacked sincerity, they could easily stir someone’s heart.

“No need to thank me. We’re all companions. Helping each other is natural, though you are all burdens. Still, in critical moments, you can play a role.” Qi Xi spoke bluntly.

His words stuck in Liang Fei’s throat—the term “burden” was too naked, impossible to ignore. This Qi Xi was truly blunt.

“Mm, so, I wanted to thank you specifically. It’s only because of you that I can keep living.” Liang Fei smiled with narrowed eyes, subtly changing her wording from “we survived” to “I survived,” her tone softening.

Qi Xi noticed this, and understood her intentions. Recalling her locking the door, he thought... was this the legendary woman throwing herself at him?

Though many beauties had done so during his first traversal, it never felt real—after all, it was a martial arts world, an ancient setting, like acting in a play. But this world, built on an ordinary reality now collapsed, lacked that sense of distance. So when this woman threw herself at him, Qi Xi felt a surge of emotion.

He studied her face—features well-defined, brows clear, with a hint of wildness. Meeting his gaze, Liang Fei responded, locking her eyes on his.

Liang Fei thought this was her chance, and with fragrant breath, twisted her body to sit beside Qi Xi.