SGT CH115: I Am Yours

◎Mousse leaned forward and pressed his lips against Aix’s.◎

Discovered?!

Mousse was startled and immediately withdrew his outward-extending spiritual power.

He wasn’t sure if Aix still retained his consciousness.

Rashly disturbing a high-level zombie was not a wise move.

Especially judging by Aix’s effortless movements in hunting an A-rank zombie, Mousse suspected his overall strength had long reached S-rank.

The reason he hadn’t become a true S-rank was due to the particularity of his ability.

The “Plunder” ability could only level up by plundering the abilities of other ability users.

Since the apocalypse began, no S-rank zombies, mutated plants or animals, or ability users had appeared yet.

There were no S-rank abilities for Aix to plunder.

Mousse calculated his side’s combat power.

Three A-rank mutated plants, a dozen B-rank and C-rank mutated plants, plus himself, an A-rank psychic ability user not adept at combat.

It was better not to clash head-on with Aix, who could be considered the ceiling of combat power in the apocalypse.

Mousse turned the car around, planning to find a place to hide first and discuss a long-term plan.

It would be best to set a trap, capture Aix, and knock him out.

Just as he turned the steering wheel, Mousse saw spatial fluctuations ripple on the road ahead, and a tall black figure suddenly appeared in the center of the road.

“Aix?!”

Mousse knew Aix possessed a spatial ability but had never experienced it so vividly.

It was too fast. From the city center to here, a distance of nearly ten kilometers, arrived in the blink of an eye, giving no time to react.

The Zombie Man, who had been paralyzed on the floor like a corpse, sensed danger and suddenly sprang up.

The mutated plants instantly tightened, binding him firmly.

Unable to move, the Zombie Man hurriedly shouted:

“Quick! Let me go! A very terrifying guy is coming! I count as a high-level ability user… uh, high-level zombie, I can take you and escape!”

In this situation, he really couldn’t distract himself with another zombie.

Mousse signaled the mutated plants to release him.

Outside the car, the Zombie Emperor tilted his head slightly, as if distinguishing a scent.

There was a very sweet and fragrant smell that made his cold blood boil.

And an indescribable sense of familiarity that haunted his dreams.

It attracted him from across half the city.

But besides that, there was another extremely foul smell of his own kind that annoyed and disgusted him.

The delicacy he had his eye on was beaten to the punch by one of his kind.

An inexplicable irritability surged in the Zombie Emperor’s heart, wanting to tear apart the fellow zombie occupying his food.

This emotion was very abnormal.

Most high-level zombies didn’t lack food, nor would they actively fight for food with their own kind.

The Zombie Emperor had always looked down on ordinary flesh and blood, only interested in high-level crystal cores.

But today was an exception.

The mutated plants grew rapidly, roots piercing into the hard asphalt ground, lush branches and leaves wrapping around the RV to protect it.

A trace of doubt appeared in the Zombie Emperor’s crimson eyes.

These plants had his aura on them, giving him a feeling like his own ability.

Did he use his ability just now?

Mousse ordered the mutated plants to approach Aix, surround him, and attempt capture.

However, Aix’s speed was far faster than he thought.

The black figure suddenly appeared in front of the car and smashed the windshield with a punch.

Mousse was dumbfounded.

Aix… smashed their car?

The mutated plants quickly wove into a fine net, blocking in front of Mousse, shielding him from the flying glass shards.

The Zombie Emperor turned his head to glance at the delicious food wrapped in plants full of his aura.

The tyrannical emotions in his heart subsided slightly.

His gaze landed on the other zombie in the car, and the tyrannical emotion just suppressed rose sharply again.

He flashed forward to attack that zombie.

Sharp wind moved with him, cutting everything in his path into fragments and wreckage.

“Aix?!”

【Stop!】

Mousse hammered his spiritual consciousness into Aix’s brain.

The Zombie Emperor’s movements abruptly paused, his body stiffening, then he suddenly turned his head to glare at him, eyes burning with angry flames.

Mousse actually felt there was anger and grievance in his eyes, as if betrayed.

The Zombie Man took this opportunity to roll over and dodge the attacking wind blade, his back slamming heavily into the supplies bound and secured by mutated plants.

Fortunately, zombies felt no pain, and he quickly scrambled up.

Seeing the Zombie Emperor stop under the influence of the psychic ability, he hesitated briefly between attacking the Zombie Emperor and escaping, then made a cowardly decision.

He lunged toward Mousse in the front row.

“Come with me—”

Before his voice fell, a heavy force suddenly landed from behind.

The Zombie Emperor stepped on his back, almost trampling him into the undercarriage of the car.

“Roar—”

A low roar sounded from the Zombie Emperor’s throat, and flames ignited, attempting to burn him to ashes.

【Don’t kill him!】

A new mental command descended.

The Zombie Emperor looked up and glared in Mousse’s direction, his expression somewhat ferocious.

But the flames stopped a few centimeters away from the man on the ground.

Tongues of fire dissatisfiedly singed his sideburns, and a smell of burning appeared in the air.

Mousse looked worriedly, saw the fire hadn’t caught, and the other party wasn’t in immediate life-threatening danger, so he looked away.

His gaze fell on Aix, who was full of anger but still stopped, and Mousse quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

The psychic ability was easier to use than he thought.

He had originally thought that with his A-rank psychic ability, it wouldn’t be effective against Aix, whose overall strength had already stepped into S-rank.

The only difference was that when he used his psychic ability on other zombies, the sense of control was particularly obvious; he could manipulate their every move.

But when used on Aix, this sense of control almost disappeared.

He couldn’t completely control Aix’s actions.

Aix could break free from his mental commands at any time.

If Aix was extremely resistant to the command, the command would fail.

For example, he had told Aix to stop earlier, but when the Zombie Man rushed toward him prepared to take him away, Aix moved again.

He could only start with commands that Aix wouldn’t resist too much.

【Put away your ability first, lift your leg, and let him go.】

The Zombie Emperor glared at Mousse. The fire ability was put away, but the foot suddenly exerted force, trampling the Zombie Man completely into the bottom of the car.

The RV floor was forcibly trampled through by the powerful strength and hard body of a high-level zombie.

He should still be… alive, right?

Mousse poked his head out worriedly to take a look, only relieved when he felt the other party’s still active mental fluctuations.

The reinforced body of a high-level zombie was indeed durable.

Just as Mousse withdrew his gaze, his vision blurred.

Aix teleported in front of him, tore him out from the protective wrapping of mutated plants, grabbed him, and used his spatial ability to leave.

When Mousse recovered from the dizziness brought by the spatial transfer, he was already in an extremely spacious large flat suite.

Outside the window was a wide view; only by looking into the distance could one see the forest of buildings.

This was the highest skyscraper located in the center of Haicheng.

The Zombie Emperor’s territory.

The mutated plants weren’t here; he was currently isolated and helpless.

A cold sensation landed on the back of his neck.

Mousse hurriedly said: “You can’t bite me!”

The touch on the back of his neck paused.

The next moment, Mousse was pushed against the wall.

His back hit the cold wall surface.

The Zombie Emperor buried his head in his neck and rubbed against it, opening his mouth several times, revealing sharp canines, then unwillingly and restrainedly retracting them.

He continued to clasp Mousse’s waist tightly, rubbing against his shoulder and neck, radiating an irritability difficult to vent.

Mousse was confined by his tall and strong body, unable to break free.

He tried to soothe him.

“Don’t rush, Aix. Let me give you a spiritual grooming first.”

Mousse raised his hands, held Aix’s head, and circulated his psychic ability, wanting to groom him.

But as soon as the spiritual threads entered Aix’s mind, they encountered resistance and expulsion.

Mousse frowned, looking troubled at Aix, who kept rubbing against his shoulder and neck, emitting unbearable low growls from his throat.

Aix obviously only wanted to eat him, was full of vigilance against spiritual grooming, and wouldn’t cooperate.

He had to find a way to make Aix relax and lower his guard.

If he could make him fall into a comatose sleep, that would be best.

But zombies didn’t need sleep, nor would they sleep.

Knock him out?

Mousse’s fingers gradually climbed up Aix’s neck.

The Zombie Emperor immediately looked up vigilantly, crimson eyes staring at Mousse, issuing a deterring growl from his throat.

Mousse hesitantly withdrew his fingers.

Relying on his strength to knock out Aix, who possessed body enhancement abilities, was obviously impractical.

It was also very likely to enrage Aix, causing him to break through the mental command and tear him apart to eat.

As an A-rank ability user now, his attraction to zombies was far greater than when he was an ordinary human.

He had to be more careful.

Gaze falling on Aix’s lips, Mousse suddenly thought of something.

Perhaps he should change his approach.

“Do you want to eat me?” Mousse asked, gazing at Aix.

The Zombie Emperor met his gaze, uncontrollably attracted to approach, issuing an even more urgent and unbearable low growl from his throat.

Mousse blocked with his hand before his lips could touch, saying softly:

“I can feed you a little bit first, but you have to isolate your body fluids.

“You know how to do it, right? If I get infected by you, I’ll become unpalatable. You don’t want me to turn into a zombie either, right?”

Mousse wasn’t actually afraid of turning into a zombie.

He had an A-rank psychic ability; even if he mutated into a zombie, he believed he could maintain his rationality.

It was just that becoming a zombie was always the last choice.

Zombies didn’t like their own kind.

If he became a zombie, his attraction to Aix would also decrease a lot.

Mousse couldn’t say clearly whether this attraction mixed with “appetite” was necessary to exist.

He also believed Aix could understand his words.

High-level zombies possessed considerable intelligence, just lacking humanity, more like cold-blooded, bloodthirsty animals.

The Zombie Emperor gazed at the person in front of him.

Must not let the other party be infected.

This was a question that didn’t need much consideration.

As for how to do it, it seemed not to require excessive thought either.

Instinct seemed to know what to do, as if he had done it many times, his body so familiar it produced muscle memory.

The Zombie Emperor opened his mouth, eyes holding doubt and vigilance, but also deep-hidden expectation.

Mousse saw a faint film of water in his mouth, covering his teeth and tongue, as well as the inner walls of his mouth.

Mousse extended a finger, touched the canine on his side, and was immediately bitten.

But the force wasn’t great, just holding it in his mouth and grinding gently.

Like encountering some rare and delicious food, reluctant to just eat it, only holding it, savoring it over and over.

Mousse was more willing to believe this was the “cannot bite me” mental command issued earlier taking effect.

Savoring Mousse’s finger like this reduced the anxiety in the Zombie Emperor’s heart significantly, but it still couldn’t satisfy the longing in his heart.

The Zombie Emperor opened his mouth wide again, wanting to eat his entire hand.

Mousse took the opportunity to withdraw his finger.

The Zombie Emperor’s eyes widened instantly, glaring at him, his gaze carrying a hint of unsatisfied accusation.

Mousse wrapped his arms around Aix’s neck, leaned forward, and pressed his lips against his.

“Don’t rush, I’ll give it all to you. I am yours.”

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