Chapter 1936: Chapter 1936
[...Huang Quanjiu, Chen Mingyi, Chu Yunxuan, Xu Yang, Dong Wenlu, Chi Biyi, Xu Tianyu, Li Henian, Ye Changgong, Guan Zuohua, Edinson Woodman, Yang Qiuyue, Bai Huipeng, Serlino Procter, Dai Yanxing, Dai Yanling, Dai Yaogong, Nangong Mingwen, Chang Jinlun...]
From the complex sounds, everyone in the plaza listened to the names read out over the broadcast, each name representing each Level 8 New Human, read for almost three minutes, covering those well-known Level 8 New Human Powerhouses.
The group of Level 8 New Human Powerhouses who just left the underground prison felt a bit bewildered, no one knew why their names were suddenly being read out, so they could only inquire with Chi Biyi, who was not far away instructing some soldiers.
"What are we going to do?"
"Just registering information," Chi Biyi answered casually.
"Registering information?" Chen Mingyi was puzzled. For people like them, aside from some privacy, the basic information is known by almost everyone, what’s the purpose of registering information?
Seeing their confusion, Chi Biyi smiled and quickly said, "Don’t misunderstand, registering information is just to conveniently erect a monument for you in the future." Although Chi Biyi appeared quite relaxed on the surface, his tone revealed a hint of sadness.
As he said this, everyone understood, humanity as a species had reached such a stage, an impending death battle was unavoidable, no one knew how many would die, doing this was only to ensure that after humanity’s victory, the names of the fallen would be remembered by future generations.
Everyone remained silent, the young girl Chu Yunxuan glanced at the bright sky in the south, the sky was becoming brighter, which also meant Kamutos, the Zombie King, was getting closer to Cloud Gorge Base, once the Zombie King left D Province, the decisive battle between humans and zombies would ignite, but... how many days were left until that time?
"You don’t recognize me?"
"It’s the procedure."
"Okay then, my name is Xu Yang, from Longchuan Sanctuary City, long..."
"Is there anything you’d like to leave behind?"
"It’s like if you have anything, like a photo, necklace, something you often carry that has commemorative significance to you, we would keep it safe for you."
"Why do I need to give it to you for safekeeping?"
"...I really give up..."
"Alright, alright, I got it, leaving behind a relic, just say it straight, isn’t that it?"
"Yes, yes, is there anything?"
"Well...I really don’t have anything, oh wait, can anything work?"
"Whatever you want, anything will do."
"Alright then, I’ll leave a strand of hair, I’ll pick a long one...here you go, keep it safe for me."
"Hey, got any cigarettes?"
"Yes? How many do you want?"
"Give me two sticks."
"Here, take the whole pack."
"Wow, generous!...Also, after all, dying for all humanity, how could there be no perks?"
"Hurry up and move along, there’s still people behind you!"
"Okay, okay, I’m moving along."
"Next, next, what’s your name?"
"Yanxing...forget it, I’ll use my real name, all this time, I’ve almost forgotten my name, um...Lü Fengcheng."
"Is there anything you want to leave behind?"
"Really, don’t have much to leave behind...then, this piece of clothing."
"Do you have anything you want to leave behind?"
"..." In front of the registration desk, Chen Mingyi was silent for a long while, finally taking out a fifty yuan banknote from the old era from his pocket.
Before the post-apocalyptic outbreak, Chen Mingyi was a young man who had just entered society, his father handed him this fifty yuan cash before entering the station, and told him to spend sparingly on the road, but on his journey to a distant land, the post-apocalyptic outbreak happened, amid the chaos, his cellphone was stolen and he lost contact with his parents.
In the time that followed, facing the distortion of humanity and countless killings, whenever his spirit was nearing the brink of collapse, this fifty yuan banknote continually provided him with the belief to keep going.
When Chen Mingyi eventually managed to survive during the post-apocalyptic period and returned to his home, he no longer saw his parents, and the fifty yuan banknote his father gave him before departing became his last reminiscence.
During the long years of wandering between life and death, a simple and most insignificant thing was enough to make him feel incredibly warm.
Unusual emotions brewed in his heart, before long, Chen Mingyi’s eyes became red.
It was earned by his father’s hard work, and given to him personally by his father.
Perhaps only at this moment, this banknote, which had lost all its functions but was preserved until now, held its significance.
"Just this, please keep it safe for me."
"Hmm...okay." The soldier at the registration desk solemnly accepted the fifty yuan banknote from the old era handed by Chen Mingyi, then carefully put it into a sealed bag. Google seaʀᴄh 𝗇𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗅•𝖿𝗂𝗋𝖾•𝗇𝖾𝗍
As Chen Mingyi left, the soldier called out: "Next."
In the plaza, after registering their names and the items they wished to leave behind, the group of Level 8 New Humans who emerged from the underground prison gathered around Chi Biyi, who was not far away. At that moment, he was calling over a soldier who was pushing a cart of keys attached with numerical tags.
"Finished with that, what’s next?" someone inquired beside Chi Biyi, and the person threw away the cigarette butt casually on the ground, and randomly picked a key from the cart to hand over to the other person.
"Here, this is the key to a room at the Prince Hotel, find the room corresponding to the number on it, each person is limited to one key, as for what to do? Time’s getting late, everyone go get a good sleep first, tomorrow morning someone will arrange for you to gather at the plaza in front of the City Government Building."
"Alright, tomorrow we’re going to fight those zombies, right?" Xu Yang calmly accepted the key, showing no sign of nervousness about what he would soon face. Having obtained the key to his room, he simply asked again: "Are there enough cigarettes and alcohol?"
Chi Biyi glanced at him and smiled, half-jokingly, half-seriously said: "Who knows how long you’ll survive, as much booze and cigarettes as you want, just don’t waste it."
"Now you’re making sense." Xu Yang muttered, but Chi Biyi reminded, "You better take things seriously, I don’t know which war zone you’ll be assigned to tomorrow, I’ve heard a Zombie King has entered the battlefield in the western war zone, and if someone is assigned there, you might encounter the Zombie King on the first day."
"But don’t worry, it hasn’t gotten serious to that point yet, the real fighting might still take two or three days, at that time, if you have the chance, go see your relatives."
"Forget it, my relatives have long been dead."
"...then find a small place to entertain yourself."