SGT CH100: The Zombie Emperor is Protecting Him

◎Who would dine and kiss with a zombie◎

Feeding ordinary human reserve food with the meat of mutant animals, isn’t that too extravagant?

Does he hope that I can awaken superpowers in this way and become more delicious?

People in the survivor bases are mostly superstitious that eating mutant animals and plants can awaken superpowers.

Mousse doesn’t believe in this.

Aix used to cook mutant animals for him often.

As for mutant plants, Aix even used his superpower to grow them directly in Mousse’s room for him to eat as ordinary fruits.

But after so long, Mousse hasn’t awakened any new superpower.

Probably because he has already missed that opportunity.

Mousse stroked the faint scar on the inside of his wrist, sighing lightly in his heart.

He had long given up on stimulating superpowers by eating these foods.

Aix seems to haven’t given up yet.

Even after turning into a zombie, he still wants to raise Mousse into a superpower user in this way… and then eat him.

Mousse finally finished that plate of steak pasta.

It felt somewhat like steak, and the taste was very good.

Even after turning into a zombie, Aix’s cooking skills are impeccable.

However, how could there be mutant cows in the urban area?

Mousse was puzzled for a moment, but thinking of Aix’s superpower, he threw this doubt to the back of his mind.

Among the superpowers Aix plundered, there is the space system.

Appearing thousands of miles away instantly to slaughter a mutant cow is just a piece of cake.

Aix’s superpower is the extremely rare “Plunder”.

He can plunder the superpowers of mutant animals, zombies… and even other superpower users.

The plundered abilities cannot be upgraded.

They will forever remain at their initial level.

However, one superpower is special and is not limited by the initial level.

The mental system.

The mental superpower Aix obtained has been upgrading along with his level improvement.

It has practically become his second superpower.

Among the superpowers Aix plundered, there are space, plant, fire, lightning, water, shadow…

Although most are low-level superpowers, combined together, they are extremely powerful.

So, the fact that Aix actually fell into the zombie swarm and was infected and mutated by zombies… is simply like an absurd and laughable joke.

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The RV stopped under the shade of the tree for several hours until the sun slanted westward before setting off again.

During this period, Mousse got sleepy, slept, and woke up again.

Mousse didn’t think the Zombie Emperor stopped for so long for him, probably just because he didn’t like the scorching sun at noon.

Zombies always dislike the sun.

Even if high-level zombies can move freely under the sun, they rarely act under the scorching sun.

Night is the main activity time for zombies.

Mousse didn’t understand why the Zombie Emperor wanted to go out in broad daylight.

But fortunately, it was daytime.

If it were at night, with zombie roars everywhere outside, and him sharing a room with such a powerful high-level zombie, Mousse would be constantly on edge.

Fearing that the Zombie Emperor would be provoked by the roars outside into a frenzy and tear him apart for fun.

Mousse thought randomly, propping his chin with his elbow on the table, looking boredly at the constantly retreating scenery outside.

He vaguely felt this route was somewhat familiar but dared not be sure.

Until he saw a landmark metal sculpture, Mousse was certain.

This was the road he once traveled with Aix’s superpower convoy.

At that time, the base management issued a mission to go to the Sixth Hospital in City A to retrieve a batch of special medicines.

Such large hospitals are always places where large numbers of zombies gather.

The internal situation of the Sixth Hospital was unknown.

There were obvious zombie patrolling phenomena around the hospital.

Suspected presence of mid-to-high-level mental zombies inside the hospital.

This mission was extremely difficult. Even with generous rewards, most superpower teams were unwilling to take this risk.

Aix accepted this mission.

Hearing that there were mental zombies in the hospital, Mousse expressed his desire to go together.

Aix initially disagreed, but after Mousse unilaterally gave him the cold shoulder for three days, Aix gave in.

On the day the convoy set off, Aix took him along, keeping him by his side to watch over.

Only, before the convoy entered the hospital, a zombie tide broke out.

Zombies surged out of the hospital like a tide, pouncing on the convoy.

Aix chose to stay behind to cover the retreat, letting the convoy leave first.

Mousse dared not recall what happened afterward.

He looked at Aix in the driver’s seat, wondering why he still wanted to take the risk.

Clearly, he had already turned into a zombie, and the base’s mission was no longer important to him.

When they were a few kilometers away from the Sixth Hospital, Aix changed direction, drove the RV to a nearby park, and found a suitable place to stop.

Then he left the driver’s seat, walked to the cooking counter, and started cooking.

Mousse: “?”

Under Mousse’s gaze, Aix opened the car window, took out a few seeds from his space, and scattered them casually.

Under the effect of the plant system superpower, the seeds sprouted and grew rapidly, growing into tall mutant plants.

The plants began to bloom and bear fruit, with bright fruits hanging by the window.

Aix picked them casually, washed, sliced, plated, and sprinkled sugar.

Then, a plate of cold dressed tomatoes appeared out of thin air on the table in front of Mousse.

Mousse: “…”

In just this short time, the Zombie Emperor had already manipulated mutant plants to extend their branches, caught a fish from the lake, and dug out an animal similar to a rabbit from underground.

Mousse began to suspect he guessed wrong.

Perhaps, the Zombie Emperor’s target wasn’t the hospital, but simply wanted to find a place with good scenery for camping.

Whatever the Zombie Emperor’s idea was, it wasn’t his business.

Mousse tried to reduce his presence as much as possible to avoid reminding the Zombie Emperor of his existence as an ingredient.

After finishing a table of dishes, Aix tidied up the cooking counter, turned around, and saw Mousse still sitting there without starting to eat.

Aix frowned and asked coldly:

“Why don’t you eat? You saw it all, there is no unknown meat in it.”

The entire cooking process was completed before Mousse’s eyes, even the ingredients were caught fresh.

There shouldn’t be any misunderstanding.

Mousse just didn’t expect that such a sumptuous table of dishes was made specifically for him.

These days, his food was provided by the Zombie Emperor, either a bowl of porridge or a plate of noodles, all contained in one dish, at most adding a glass of water.

But here, there were six or seven dishes.

This was simply not a portion for one person.

Looking at such a table of dishes, Mousse felt very uncomfortable.

Is this really the way to raise reserve food?

Or does the Zombie Emperor possess the memory of Aix cooking for him before, so he has a misunderstanding that humans should be raised like this?

Under the Zombie Emperor’s gaze, Mousse reached out and picked up the chopsticks.

Holding the chopsticks and looking up at the Zombie Emperor standing far away, Mousse hesitated and spoke:

“You… aren’t you eating together? You should be able to eat the meat of this kind of mutant animal too, right?”

He saw the Zombie Emperor’s action of taking crystal nuclei.

Whether it was the fish or the long-eared rabbit-like animal, they were all lowest-level mutant animals.

Eat together…

Aix’s gaze fell on Mousse, pausing for a long time.

They hadn’t sat together peacefully for a long time.

Let alone dining at the same table like family.

After a while, Aix stepped over and sat down in the seat opposite.

Mousse looked up and met those scarlet eyes.

He suddenly felt nervous and subconsciously tightened his grip on the chopsticks.

A trace of regret rose in his heart.

What on earth was he thinking?

How dare he invite the Zombie Emperor to eat at the same table?

What if the Zombie Emperor wasn’t satisfied with the meal and took a bite of his arm?

Mousse’s mind was tense, burying his head in eating on the surface, but actually constantly monitoring the Zombie Emperor’s actions.

He found that the Zombie Emperor’s movements also appeared somewhat stiff, hands resting loosely on the edge of the table, seemingly not knowing where to put them.

After a while, the Zombie Emperor took out a set of tableware from the space and picked up a piece of something from the nearest plate.

It was a piece of cold dressed tomato.

Although it counts as the fruit of a mutant plant, can zombies eat plants?

Mousse quietly looked up to observe the Zombie Emperor.

He only saw the Zombie Emperor pause, then chew the tomato in his mouth stiffly and swallow it.

From beginning to end, his expression didn’t change at all.

Afterward, the Zombie Emperor only picked food from that plate.

Mousse was used to eating such raw fruits and vegetables as dessert after meals.

But when he finished his meal and looked again, that plate of cold dressed tomatoes had been finished by the Zombie Emperor.

The Zombie Emperor leaned back against the seat, his face looking somewhat ugly.

Seeing Mousse put down his chopsticks, he immediately got up and took away the tableware.

The first batch taken away was the tomato plate and the chopsticks he used himself.

No dessert after the meal.

Mousse felt somewhat regretful and could only hold the water cup and drink some water.

The sound of water came from the cooking counter. It was Aix wearing a pair of white gloves washing dishes, his posture upright, movements serious, very good-looking.

It’s really hard to imagine a zombie doing such things.

Looking only at the back, it seemed like returning to the days they spent together.

I’m really crazy, actually finding a zombie pleasing to the eye and good-looking, reminiscing about the past on a zombie.

Mousse thought in his heart, closed his eyes, and looked away.

But as his gaze moved, he suddenly realized there was only one pair of chopsticks on the dishes, and couldn’t help but be puzzled.

They clearly ate together.

Looking carefully, the plates were also fewer.

Missing the plate that held the cold dressed tomatoes.

Mousse was stunned for a moment, and a thought flashed through his mind.

He suddenly remembered… the Zombie Emperor is a zombie. Zombie virus is transmitted through body fluid contact.

In actual life, most are infected by being bitten by zombies.

Subconsciously thinking only being bitten causes infection.

Actually, it’s not. Saliva can also be transmitted during dining, or kissing.

After all, no one would eat or kiss with a zombie.

He really is crazy, isn’t he?

Actually dared to dine at the same table with a zombie?

Mousse’s hands and feet were cold. He raised his hand to touch his face; it was warm and elastic.

Turning to look at the reflection on the car window glass, his eyes were also normal.

Fortunately, fortunately.

Mousse patted his chest, feeling scared in retrospect.

He almost got infected and turned into a zombie.

If it weren’t for his habit of eating dessert after meals, if it weren’t for the Zombie Emperor only picking from that plate of cold dressed tomatoes and finishing them all…

This coincidence saved him.

But would it really be such a coincidence?

Mousse suddenly became uncertain.

Compared to plant fruits, meat should be more in line with zombie preferences, right?

But the Zombie Emperor didn’t extend his chopsticks to those meat dishes even once.

He even finished the tomatoes that didn’t fit zombie preferences cleanly, and his face looked extremely ugly after eating, as if he had suffered considerable torture.

If the Zombie Emperor possessed memories of his life, he would know his dining habits.

Knowing that he wouldn’t touch that plate of cold dressed tomatoes before finishing his meal.

This is like… the Zombie Emperor is quietly protecting him.

Avoiding him from being infected.

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