Chapter Thirty-Four: Teleportation

He opened the warehouse doors, and under the intense beam of the flashlight, the entire warehouse filled with supplies appeared before Fang Xia’s eyes.

He started with bedding: fifty sets, then moved on to the soft Simmons mattresses—another fifty. If it weren’t for the spatial bracelet with a five-thousand-kilogram capacity, Fang Xia would have had to think twice; fifty sets of bedding alone weighed a hundred kilograms, and fifty Simmons mattresses a full thousand. Next, he took fifty cotton quilts, totaling two hundred kilograms.

A large-capacity storage device truly was a blessing.

He didn’t blindly grab everything else. Prestigious brands from before the apocalypse were now worthless.

Lingerie? That could be worth taking, just a hundred sets to start; they didn’t weigh much anyway.

Speed shoes? Now those were valuable. He’d heard people brag about them before the apocalypse, and Fang Xia was eager to try them out for himself. He took a hundred pairs—he’d have Bai Xing try them on later.

He also collected a symbolic selection of other major clothing and footwear brands, thinking they’d make good rewards for the girls in his group who performed exceptionally.

Cosmetics and skincare products? Those, too, he took.

In total, he gathered four thousand kilograms of goods from this mall, most of it intended for the young women in his group.

That would suffice.

After surveying his surroundings, Fang Xia noticed there were zombies stationed above, but down here, in the darkness, it felt safe.

He decided to take the talent serum right here.

Walking a little deeper inside, he chose a spot that seemed more comfortable, where piles of clothes provided a soft seat.

He drew the talent serum from his storage—a vial of pale purple liquid that gleamed enticingly in the pitch-black warehouse.

Cross-legged, Fang Xia downed the entire vial in one gulp.

The liquid had no particular taste and slipped smoothly down his throat.

A dozen seconds later, his mind suddenly felt hot, as if something unique were about to burst forth.

This sensation lasted a full five or six minutes—not painful, but thoroughly uncomfortable, like an itch he couldn’t scratch.

Then, it was gone...

Was that it? Fang Xia felt bewildered.

He suddenly recalled the phrase on the talent serum’s label: there is a certain probability...

Damn it, could this be the infamous law of averages at work? Coupled with his own luck, which could only be called abysmal, perhaps supernatural talents simply weren’t meant for him.

Frustration gnawed at him. Without a supernatural gift, even if he enjoyed some advantage now, in the long run, the gap between those with and without abilities would become insurmountable.

But there was nothing to be done. He sighed and stood up.

Suddenly, dizziness struck, and he collapsed again—this time, losing consciousness entirely.

...

“Why isn’t Brother Fang back yet? It’s almost dark.”

In the room, Bai Xing paced anxiously, glancing outside from time to time.

“Brother Fang is so strong, nothing will happen to him,” Liu Rui said, tallying up the day’s spoils, while Li Xiaochun trailed behind Bai Xing, offering comfort.

“I can’t wait. I’m going to look for him.”

With nightfall approaching, Bai Xing could no longer sit still.

“No.”

Liu Rui, who was compiling data, looked up.

In their dorm, Li Xiaochun was the wild one, Bai Xing the cold and aloof, while Liu Rui was the gentlest and quietest. Yet, curiously, when anything important happened, it was always Liu Rui who made the decisions, and the others obeyed without question.

So, even though Bai Xing was now the strongest, she instinctively looked at Liu Rui without protest.

“There’s at most half an hour before dark. You don’t know where he is. If you head out now, you might never come back.”

“With your strength, if you’re still outside after dark, you’re doomed.”

Liu Rui had already risen, her long, fair legs striding over to Bai Xing’s side.

“You have no choice but to trust that he’s okay.”

There was one more thing Liu Rui left unsaid—if Bai Xing got into trouble, there would be no guarantees left for her.

As long as Fang Xia was safe, Bai Xing was her greatest support. If anything happened to Fang Xia, Bai Xing would be her only reliance.

In this apocalypse, with dozens of beautiful young women and a massive stockpile of supplies, lacking enough strength meant they’d be devoured down to the last scrap.

Bai Xing understood this all too well and collapsed powerlessly onto the sofa.

Night fell completely, and zombies outside grew active once more.

Occasionally, the distant wails of the dying could be heard—humans who hadn’t made it back to shelter in time, crying out in their final moments.

That night, Bai Xing couldn’t sleep.

Nor could Liu Rui.

If Fang Xia died, the impact on their all-female group would be devastating.

Fang Xia, however, slept soundly. When he awoke, the back of his head was sore—he must have bumped it when he fainted.

He took out two or three high-powered flashlights. After sweeping them around the area, he finally felt at ease.

He was still in the mall’s storage warehouse; the silence was so deep he could hear a pin drop.

He shook his slightly dizzy head—and then froze, closing his eyes as if trying to sense something.

After a dozen seconds, he opened his eyes again, gazing at a corner of the warehouse. Under the harsh beam of the flashlight, it was as bright as day.

The next moment, Fang Xia vanished, appearing out of thin air in the corner he had just been staring at.

Teleportation—this was his supernatural ability.

Within the range of his vision, he could teleport instantly, up to three times a day.

This information came to him abruptly, as though he’d always known it.

Teleportation—what an incredible power.

If anyone tried to fight him, he could suddenly appear behind them and finish them off however he liked.

Three uses per day might seem few, but used well, once would be enough.

Well… unless you became the world’s public enemy—that would be another matter entirely.

He packed away the flashlights, keeping only one, and prepared to return.

Today's outing had yielded tremendous gains.

As he pushed open the warehouse doors, the creaking noise seemed especially harsh in the dark. Immediately, Fang Xia heard a familiar sound—the rapid approach of zombies.

Damn, what now? Had night already fallen?

That must be it. Only at night would such a sound disturb the zombies upstairs.

He stopped moving at once—any further noise would attract even more zombies.

The zombies, drawn by the sound, were getting closer. A strong beam revealed only three—thankfully.

Afraid that the sounds of combat would draw more, Fang Xia decisively used his second teleportation of the day.

With a single stroke, all three first-tier zombies were beheaded.

Breathing a sigh of relief, Fang Xia returned to the warehouse. He didn’t bother closing the door; as long as he made no noise, no more zombies should wander in.