SGT CH96: Pushing Boyfriend into a Zombie Swarm [Arc 3]

◎【Verdict: You used clumsy lies to conceal yourself, malicious deception to trade for sincerity, and ruthless harm to bury love. The one who loved you deeply died because of you. Perhaps being devoured is the best ending for you.】◎

Abandoned.

When Mousse returned to the campsite, he only saw an empty ground piled with fallen leaves; the convoy had already left.

Not particularly surprising.

Mousse lowered his eyes to look at the small bag of near-expired food he was holding.

When he was arranged alone to collect supplies at the dilapidated shop in the alley, Mousse had anticipated this result.

Perhaps even earlier.

When he pushed Aix off the moving vehicle and into the zombie swarm, the ending was already sealed.

Aix was the only A-rank superpower user in the base and the captain of this superpower team out collecting supplies.

When they encountered the zombie swarm, Aix took the initiative to cover the rear and protect their retreat.

The dense zombie swarm couldn’t hurt Aix at all, but when he returned to the vehicle and reached out to hold Mousse’s hand before even standing firm, Mousse shook off his hand.

Aix fell into the pursuing zombie swarm.

Until he was engulfed by the zombies, his eyes looking at Mousse were full of disbelief.

The team captain died in the zombie swarm.

The convoy members didn’t throw him down directly to feed the zombies and accompany Aix in death, but only abandoned him after shaking off the zombie swarm, which was already the utmost benevolence.

Although the final outcome was about the same.

Mousse looked up at the empty square, the deathly silent buildings, and the gradually darkening sky.

Faint roars of zombies could be heard from the distance.

A sickly ordinary person like him without superpowers, without the protection of Aix and the base, probably wouldn’t survive a night.

【Livestream loading…】

【Anchor: Mousse】

【Identity: Ordinary Human】

【Crime: Gained affection with lies and deception, survived by relying on a superpower boyfriend, but pushed him into a zombie swarm at a critical moment.】

【Scum Gong Value: 92】

【Verdict: You used clumsy lies to conceal yourself, malicious deception to trade for sincerity, and ruthless harm to bury love. The one who loved you deeply died because of you. Perhaps being devoured is the best ending for you.】

…

What is this?

Mousse looked at the light screen appearing in front of him in surprise, blinking blankly.

This interface… looked somewhat like the livestream page before the apocalypse.

When he saw clearly the text on it, his breathing stagnated slightly, and his already pale face lost even more color.

Lies, deception, pushing into the zombie swarm…

The existence behind this light screen seemed to know everything about his past like the back of its hand.

What exactly is this thing?

And what does it want to do to him?

【Scum Gong Reformation Livestream loading complete】

【Livestream started】

A large number of white bullet comments poured out.

[A new livestream has started, how can we stagnate.]

[Such a magnificent face, such a familiar name, it’s you, Little Cake No. 3.]

[92 points, such a high Scum Gong Value, rarely seen.]

[According to the system’s nature, the points of Scum Gong Value are linked to the degree of BE. It seems this reformation task is very difficult.]

[Let me see the background introduction. Wow, a beautiful dodder flower relying on a superpower boyfriend to survive, uh… pushed the boyfriend into a zombie swarm???]

[???]

[Huh? No way? You guys play this big?]

[This involves human life, hey. No wonder the Scum Gong Value is so high. Can’t be reformed at all, just bury him.]

[Although there is a filter from the previous Little Cakes, I believe Little Cake is not purely bad, but he caused his wife’s death, how to reform?]

[Forget it, forget it, hopeless, just let him die.]

[The time most likely to achieve a double death ending.]

Mousse browsed the bullet comments, his fingers unconsciously tightening on the food bag.

Is this a judgment against him?

But he stood there for a long time, and no other power appeared.

Only the light screen floating in front of him all the time, and the constantly scrolling bullet comments.

Cold wind poured in from the cuffs.

Mousse gathered the cuffs and held them in his hands.

Looking up at the gradually darkening sky and listening to the zombie roars rising one after another in the distance, Mousse decided to enter the building first.

Zombies would be more active at night.

He must find a place to hide before that.

Compared to the fear of being bitten and eaten alive, this livestream room that didn’t know how to judge him was temporarily not Mousse’s priority.

The sky darkened too quickly, and Mousse had limited choices, so he could only enter the nearest shopping mall first.

This shopping mall had long been swept many times by various convoys and survivors. The shelves in the food section were empty, and one could see the end at a glance.

Compared to residential buildings where everything was unknown, this kind of place made Mousse feel more at ease.

Mousse took a few clothes and a quilt in the clothing section.

He found a corner with shelter, spread the quilt on the ground, folded it in half vertically, and then put his frozen legs in.

Mousse took off the backpack and put it behind his back as a pillow.

Then he reached for the bag containing food, poured out all the collected food, and counted them one by one.

A bottle of water, a few boxes of puffed food taking up space, some dirty candies, and two wrinkled apples left for unknown how long.

There were reasons why these things were left to the last.

His stomach ached faintly, urging him to eat.

Mousse hesitated for a while and picked up a dried and wrinkled apple.

Fruits were the least durable and had to be consumed as soon as possible.

Although this apple looked like it had been kept for a year.

Taking a bite, he saw that the inside was already rotten, with obvious black spots visible.

Mousse paused, avoided the obviously rotten parts, and continued to eat, chewing very slowly.

Mousse quietly gnawed at the apple, occasionally raising his eyes to look at the light screen.

[Um, rotten fruit, better not eat it. Even if not visible to the naked eye, bacteria and mold have already infected the whole fruit.]

[This is the apocalypse, dear.]

[It’s good enough to have something to eat.]

[However, eating so difficultly, it looks like he hasn’t suffered hardship at first glance.]

Mousse’s chewing motion paused slightly.

He indeed hadn’t suffered much hardship.

Even in the most difficult time after the apocalypse, he hadn’t eaten rotten food.

Aix always gave him the freshest food.

Knowing his stomach was fragile and couldn’t eat raw and cold food, he would heat it for him.

When conditions allowed, he would even cook for him personally.

If there were no conditions, he would create conditions.

“…”

Mousse’s stomach churned, and he really couldn’t eat it.

He pursed his lips, enduring the urge to vomit, wrapped the half-eaten apple in the original plastic bag, put it into the backpack, and put other collected food in as well.

Then looking at the light screen, he asked:

“How do you plan to judge me?”

[Failure to reform means death.]

[Your wife is gone, you can’t reform successfully.]

[We don’t know exactly when you will die.]

“What about the way of death?” Mousse asked.

[According to the system verdict saying ‘being devoured is your best ending’, probably… will be eaten by zombies.]

[It counts as a life for a life, the way of death is the same, hehe.]

[…A bit scary.]

[Bloody scenes will be shielded, we can’t see them anyway.]

[If you are afraid, end yourself before that. Giving you advice only because you are Little Cake.]

[If it were anyone else, doing such a thing, they have to pay the corresponding price no matter what.]

Eaten by zombies…

Mousse lowered his eyes and looked at his right hand.

Although the apple was very dried, he felt his hand was stained with too much juice, very sticky.

Mousse wiped it with his sleeve for a long time, but couldn’t wipe it clean.

Instead, he rubbed the delicate skin red, looking more and more like it was stained with bright red viscous blood.

His stomach hurt even more.

Mousse arched his body, curled up in the quilt, bit his lower lip in pain, his vision blurring from the pain.

Mousse was tortured by abdominal pain and didn’t fall asleep until the second half of the night.

He didn’t sleep peacefully, constantly having various chaotic and disorderly dreams.

Sometimes it was him pushing Aix into the zombie swarm, watching helplessly as Aix was engulfed by zombies, terrified with cold hands and feet.

Sometimes the roles switched, and he was the one falling into the zombie swarm.

He was bitten by zombies, pale with pain, sweating profusely, screaming constantly.

Sometimes it was Aix turning into a zombie and coming back for revenge, pinning him to the ground, suppressing him, biting his neck.

He cried and begged for mercy, but received no forgiveness.

Eventually eaten by Aix bite by bite.

In the silent blankness after death, Mousse saw his past.

He came from a wealthy background, his parents treated each other with respect, and his family was happy and harmonious.

He was well-behaved and sensible since childhood, with excellent grades, a template-like “child of someone else’s family.”

Such a beautiful scene lasted until he went to junior high school.

His parents felt he had grown up and the heir’s position was stable, so they decided to divorce.

His mother went far away abroad to pursue true love and freedom.

His father was busy with work and soon had a new family.

Overnight, only Mousse was left in this family.

Mousse lived in their former home, the huge villa empty.

Except for the money fixedly transferred to his card every month, there was no communication between him and his parents.

Mousse began to rebel.

Starting from skipping classes, dyeing hair, and indulging in games, to fighting, smoking, and drag racing… attracting parents’ attention in various ways.

But except for the increasing numbers in the card, he gained nothing.

Perhaps his mother thought his father would arrange everything, and his father thought this was something his mother should manage.

In short, no one paid attention to him.

Mousse continued to indulge himself.

When graduating from high school, Mousse, who hadn’t been to school since reporting on the first day of school, rarely attended a graduation party.

The party was very boring.

Looking around, there were unfamiliar faces with no memory points.

Except for that guy wearing a washed-white shirt.

Great figure, nice face too, just a little bit worse than him.

Most importantly, the temperament around him, cold and disciplined, must be very interesting to bully.

So, when a few people around him were playing Truth or Dare excitedly, and Mousse was invited to draw a card casually, drawing to confess to a male present.

Mousse picked up the wine glass at hand, walked towards the person sitting alone by the window, and approached him frivolously.

“I like you, go out with me.”

That person looked up, his dark eyes meeting Mousse’s gaze.

After a long while, he replied: “Okay.”

“Eh?”

This was different from the reaction he expected.

Just like that, Mousse had a boyfriend he was dating.

This boyfriend’s personality was completely different from his superficial cold appearance.

His desire for control was amazing, restricting him in various ways.

Not allowing him to drink, not allowing late-night drag racing, three meals must be eaten on time. If not eaten, he would bring the food to his mouth to feed him.

Also, frequently checking up on him by phone.

Making Mousse extremely annoyed.

Mousse originally thought about finding a random opportunity to dump him.

Before acting, the apocalypse came.

On the night the apocalypse fully broke out, lightning flashed and thunder rolled, zombies roared.

Mousse stayed alone in the villa, panicked and unable to sleep.

Just then, Aix, who rushed over across half the city, knocked on his door.

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