DipNovel Chapter 101 The Lament of the Weak
Chapter 101 The Lament of the Weak
Chapter 101 The Lament of the Weak
"think."
Zhao Yanzhi answered without hesitation, even though the word was squeezed out from between his teeth and carried a bloody smell.
In a civilized hospital, he was humiliated like a dog, pinned to the ground.
Those student council members who were usually obsequious in front of him, relying on the protection of the sheriff and the "get-out-of-jail-free card" of a society governed by the rule of law, vented all their fear and resentment on him.
Only then did he realize that Jiang Ming was right.
Without strength, one is nothing more than a pig or sheep waiting to be slaughtered.
"very good."
Jiang Ming casually grabbed a handful of things that Li Bin had just found from the workbench next to him—a few [rusty iron nails] that hadn't been synthesized yet.
He then picked up a solid steel pipe that was half a meter long.
The talent [Synthesis of All Things] is activated instantly.
A faint blue light flashed and disappeared in the darkness.
[Ding! Synthesis successful!]
[Obtained: Bloodletter's Mace (White Common)]
[Attribute: Attack Power +5, with the special effect "Tear Wound". A rough yet deadly blunt weapon, every nail thirsting for blood.]
Jiang Ming threw the menacing spiked club at Zhao Yanzhi's feet, making a crisp "clang" sound.
"If you want revenge, then go and kill them all."
Jiang Ming's voice was as cold as if he were discussing the weather, "Now that we've traveled back to the school, those good-for-nothings are definitely nearby. There are no sheriffs here, no laws protecting personal safety, and no justifiable self-defense—"
"There are only dead people and living people."
Zhao Yanzhi bent down, trembling, and picked up the cold spiked club.
The heavy feel of his hands instantly made his previously unsteady steps become firm.
He raised his head, and for the first time, a light called "beast" ignited in his bloodshot eyes.
"Brother Jiang, I understand."
Faculty and staff dormitory building.
More than a dozen white lights flashed in succession.
The student council members, who were either giving statements at the police station or resting at temporary shelters, appeared in their respective rooms from the previous night looking completely bewildered.
"Where...where is this?"
"Damn it, why is it so dark? Even hospitals get power outages?!"
Inside one of the teachers' dormitories, Zhang Wei looked up blankly.
By the light of the two crimson moons outside the window, he was able to see his surroundings clearly.
Roadblocks, shattered glass doors, and dried black bloodstains on the wall.
A chill instantly shot from the soles of my feet straight to the top of my head.
came back.
That cannibalistic world, that world without the protection of the sheriff—it's back again!
"No—no!!" Zhang Wei let out a piercing scream, scrambling and crawling towards the door, "I want to go back to Earth! I want to go home! Sheriff! Sheriff, save me!!"
His screams startled the others.
The once quiet faculty and staff dormitory building instantly erupted into chaos.
"Shut up!"
Liu Qiang, the former vice president of the student union and now the temporary leader, roared.
He was still clutching a half-empty bottle of mineral water he'd bought at the hospital, his face deathly pale. "Don't panic! Now that we're back, we—we need to find weapons quickly! Jiang Ming must be back too!"
Mentioning the name "Jiang Ming" sent a chill down everyone's spine.
They dared to viciously attack Jiang Ming on Earth because they were certain that Jiang Ming would be judged by official law for murder and imprisoned.
But now—
They released a tiger back into the forest, while their group of monkeys were right there beside it.
The consequences are so serious that just thinking about them makes one want to wet their pants.
"Yes! Find weapons! Quickly go upstairs and find weapons!" Zhang Wei realized what was happening, got up from the ground, and looked extremely terrified.
"Why are we looking for weapons? Didn't we all hand over our weapons to the sheriff when we gathered during the day?!"
"Holy crap, I even took the food and water with me, how the hell did they bring it all back?!"
A group of people were making a ruckus.
however.
Just when they hadn't reached a conclusion.
A sickening metallic scraping sound came from above.
Sizzle—
That was the sound of a heavy sword dragging on the concrete.
Da, da, da.
The heavy iron boots pounded on the steps, each step feeling like it was treading on everyone's hearts.
In the shadows of the stairwell, a tall, silver figure slowly emerged.
It's Jiang Ming!
He was followed by a group of guys who were moving silently!
Zhang Wei gripped the half-finished bottle of mineral water tightly, the plastic bottle making a cracking sound from the excessive pressure.
He retreated to the corner.
There was no way to retreat.
Beside him were the student council members, all pale-faced and trembling with fear.
Some were holding cell phones, while others were holding books they had picked up from the ground.
But in the face of that silver figure, these so-called "weapons" were as laughable as a baby's rattle.
Jiang Ming stopped in his tracks.
He didn't rush to take action.
The silver-white mask gleamed coldly in the moonlight, and the eyes hidden behind it looked down at the lambs waiting to be slaughtered.
It's like watching a bunch of talking dead meat.
"Jiang—Jiang Ming!"
Zhang Wei's voice became shrill and distorted, filled with sobs and hysteria.
"Don't do anything reckless! Murder is illegal! The sheriff just said that the investigation is ongoing—"
"We—we're all classmates!"
"If you let us go, I'll definitely change my story when we get back! I'll say I saw it wrong! I'll say Wei Yuan was killed by a monster! It has nothing to do with you!"
Zhang Wei begged for mercy incoherently, his crotch already soaked.
The smell of urine spread rapidly in the enclosed space.
Jiang Ming tilted his head.
The metal helmet made a slight scraping sound as he moved.
"go back?"
That deep, filtered voice, made through the mask, revealed no emotional fluctuations.
"What makes you think you can get back alive?"
Jiang Ming raised his hand.
The tip of the black iron horse-slaying sword slowly rose, pointing directly in the direction of Zhang Wei.
"Look out the window."
There are no laws here.
"There were no surveillance cameras that could leave any evidence."
"And there's no security captain who can save your life."
Jiang Ming took a step forward.
This step completely shattered Zhang Wei's last psychological defenses.
"Aaaaaah! Let's fight him!!"
Standing next to Zhang Wei, Liu Qiang suddenly let out a desperate roar.
He knew that begging for mercy was useless.
When people are in extreme fear, they either become limp as mud or launch a frenzied counterattack.
Liu Qiang picked up a chair from the side, closed his eyes, and charged at Jiang Ming like a madman.
"Everyone, attack together! He's alone! If we all go together, we can definitely take him down!!"
Liu Qiang shouted very loudly.
But none of the dozen or so people behind him dared to move.
Instead, they all took a step back in unison.
Jiang Ming looked at Liu Qiang rushing towards him, but didn't even swing his sword.
He simply raised his left leg.
Kick out.
boom!
A muffled thud.
That was the sound of metal combat boots making intimate contact with a human sternum.
Liu Qiang, weighing over 140 pounds, flew back like a rag doll that had been kicked away, even faster than when he arrived.
boom!
He slammed heavily against the wall behind him, his body embedded in the plaster for a second before limply sliding down.
His chest had completely collapsed.
The blood spurting from his mouth was mixed with pink fragments of internal organs.
He twitched twice.
It stopped moving.
One kick.
Sold out instantly.
A deathly silence fell over the scene.
It felt as if an invisible hand was gripping everyone's throat, making even breathing a luxury.
This is the power of Lv.10.
This is a fully armed tyrant.
On Earth, they could morally blackmail him or legally accuse him.
But here.
He is God.
A god who holds the power of life and death.
"Too weak."
Jiang Ming withdrew his foot, his tone tinged with boredom.
He stepped aside, making room for the person behind him.
In the shadows.
Zhao Yanzhi came out.
He was wearing that ridiculous hospital gown, dragging the newly crafted [Bloodletter - Wolf Fang Club] in his hand.
The long iron nails drew sparks from the ground.
Zhao Yanzhi's eyes were red.
It was congested and swollen, yet it exuded an unprecedented ferocity.
He stared intently at a few people in the crowd.
Those guys in the hospital emergency room who held him down, beat him, snatched his steamed bun, and spat in his face.
"You had a good time at the hospital, didn't you?"
Zhao Yanzhi's voice was hoarse, as if he were chewing on gravel.
The student council members shuddered and instinctively tried to hide behind the crowd.
"Don't hide."
Zhao Yanzhi grinned, revealing a mouthful of bloody teeth.
"Weren't you being quite arrogant just now?"
"You're calling me a lackey?"
"They said they'd send me to be executed?"
Zhao Yanzhi suddenly raised the spiked club in his hand and let out a beast-like roar: "Fuck you! Come on!!"
He rushed in.
Like a lone wolf driven to madness after being cornered.
boom!
The spiked club slammed heavily onto a boy's shoulder.
There was a heartbreaking sound of bone cracking.
The long nail welded to the steel pipe instantly tore through the flesh and pierced deep into the bone.
"ah!!"
"I'm the head of the Discipline Inspection Department—I have management experience—I'm willing to be your dog—"
Screams echoed through the corridor.
Blood splattered, landing on Zhao Yanzhi's face.
But he didn't stop.
He didn't even blink.
He pulled out his spiked club, tearing up a chunk of flesh, and swung it again with his backhand.
This time, it hit someone else in the face.
The student council member who had once arrogantly criticized him had half his face instantly turned into a bloody mess, with his eyeballs hanging out from under nails.
confusion.
scream.
massacre.
Although the student council had a large number of members, they were unable to maneuver effectively in this narrow terrain against Jiang Ming's fully armed squad.
Moreover, their courage had long since vanished.
Wang Yang and Li Bin also rushed forward.
Wang Yang wields the Berserker's Spine Battle Axe, and each swing of the axe severs a limb.
Li Bin, like a ghost, used his [Venomous Piercer] specifically to target vital organs such as the enemy's neck and heart.
This is a one-sided reckoning.
Jiang Ming did not make another move.
He stood at the top of the stairs, leaning on his greatsword, like a cold, unyielding rock blocking the only way out.
Anyone who tried to rush over and escape would be slapped back by him and then beaten to death by Zhao Yanzhi who caught up from behind.
Zhang Wei huddled in the corner.
He stared at the hellish scene before him, at his once-familiar classmates lying one by one in pools of blood, and at Zhao Yanzhi's狰狞 (zhengning - ferocious) grinning face stained with blood.
He's crazy.
"Don't kill me—don't kill me—"
"I'm rich! My family owns three houses! I can have my dad transfer them all to you!"
Zhang Wei muttered incoherently, scratching wildly at the ground with his hands until his fingernails were torn open.
A shadow fell over him.
Zhang Wei raised his head, trembling.
It met Zhao Yanzhi's bloodshot eyes.
"house?"
Zhao Yanzhi wiped the blood from his face and chuckled.
"What's the use of having a house now?"
call-
The spiked club fell with a whoosh.
puff!
The sound of a watermelon breaking.
The world is quiet.
Ten minutes later.
The battle is over.
Or, to put it another way, the execution is over.
This floor of the faculty and staff dormitory has become a battleground.
More than a dozen corpses lay scattered on the ground, their blood pooling into a small stream that slowly flowed through the crack in the door into the desolate wilderness outside.
Zhao Yanzhi leaned on his spiked club, panting heavily.
His hospital gown was stained dark red and clung to his body, damp and clinging to his skin.
He looked at the corpse on the ground.
There was no fear.
It's not disgusting.
There was only a sense of emptiness after the release, and a trace of—indescribable excitement.
He survived.
He was the one standing there holding the weapon.
Instead of the ghost lying on the ground begging for mercy.
"Spit it out."
Jiang Ming's voice suddenly rang out.
Zhao Yanzhi paused for a moment, then turned his head.
Jiang Ming was staring at him coldly.
"If it's your first time killing someone, you'll feel terrible if you don't vomit it out."
Zhao Yanzhi opened his mouth, about to say that he was fine.
My stomach suddenly felt churning.
"vomit--!"
He threw away the spiked club, leaned against the corner of the wall, and vomited violently.
He even vomited bile.
Wang Yang and Li Bin weren't in much better shape; their faces were pale, and they stood aside, unable to bear looking at the horrific scene on the ground.
Although I had killed monsters and orcs before.
But murder—
He still killed his former classmates.
The psychological impact is completely different.
Jiang Ming did not offer them any comfort.
This is a psychological hurdle that you have to overcome on your own.
If you can get through it, you're a warrior.
If you can't get through it, it will become a burden sooner or later.
He walked to the center of the hall, avoiding the pools of blood on the floor, and began to examine the bodies.
It wasn't to collect the body.
Rather, it was for looting.
"Take everything that's usable off the ground."
Jiang Ming's voice was cold and inhuman.
"Clothes, shoes, belt, watch, lighter."
"Take everything that's useful."
"In this godforsaken place, the dead don't need dignity; only the living need resources."
Wang Yang and Li Bin exchanged a glance, suppressed their discomfort, and began to work.
Jiang Ming then walked to Liu Qiang's lifeless body.
He crouched down and rummaged through Liu Qiang's blood-soaked pockets for a while.
He pulled something out.
It was a card.
A portable storage card just like the one Jiang Ming had.
The sheriff didn't take it away because, on Earth, it would just look like a piece of scrap paper.
"really."
Jiang Ming's lips curled into a cold smile.
As the vice president of the student union and one of the leaders of this group, Liu Qiang certainly has something good about him.
Jiang Ming attempted to activate it.
[Note: This storage card is already linked.]
[Notification: The original owner has been detected as deceased. Forced unbinding is in progress.]
[Removal successful.]
Jiang Ming probed into it with his mind.
The space is small, only about one cubic meter.
There were some supplies piled up haphazardly inside.
A few packets of compressed biscuits, two bottles of water, a folding knife, and —
A yellowed notebook.