Feeling herself plummeting at breakneck speed, Coco Guan couldn't help but scream again.
Just as she thought she was about to be smashed to pieces, a voice sounded in her ear: "Stop screaming, you're already safe!"
With that hint, Coco Guan finally realized her feet were firmly on the ground. At the same time, she noticed her body was pressed tightly against a muscular, masculine figure.
She curiously sized up the man who'd just jumped down from the fifth floor with her and asked, "Are you Superman?"
At this, Ian Song's face darkened. "No, I'm not."
Superman was a fictional superhero invented by the world's strongest country, America—he's super strong and can fly.
Hearing Ian's answer, Coco looked a little disappointed, but then something occurred to her and she asked again, "Then are you a wulin master from our Centralia Republic?"
Feeling the pair of soft spheres pressing against his body, Ian couldn't help but feel a rush of heat in his lower abdomen and reminded her, "Hey, beauty, you can let go of me now."
With Ian's reminder, Coco suddenly realized she was clinging far too tightly to him. Still, his scent was pleasant—safe and warm—so even after she let go, she felt a little reluctant to part.
"You're Coco Guan, right?" Helen Guo asked from the side. As she spoke, she secretly glanced at Coco's chest, her eyes flashing with a hint of jealousy and annoyance.
"Big sister, you know me?" Coco Guan asked curiously.
"There's probably not many people in this school who don't know you. You're the famous G-Cup Goddess!" Helen Guo replied, but her tone sounded a little sour to Ian Song.
Instinctively, Ian glanced back and forth between Helen and Coco's chests, instantly realizing the reason for Helen's sour tone. He couldn't help but find it funny—this girl was jealous of Coco's bigger bust.
To be honest, Helen was pretty, but she was definitely flat-chested. No wonder such a beauty preferred sportswear; Ian had thought it was just for martial arts, but now he figured she was also trying to hide her own shortcomings.
Thinking of this, he felt an urge to burst out laughing.
Hearing the words 'G-Cup,' Coco glanced down at her own impressive assets with a troubled look. "I really don't know why they're so big. If only they were a bit smaller."
Helen, on the other hand, felt a sudden urge to strangle this girl. You want them smaller? I can't even make mine bigger! She'd even tried papaya milk and all sorts of weird remedies, but nothing worked at all.
Just then, more zombies started appearing around them.
Ian said to Helen, "Take her back to the base first."
As soon as he finished speaking, Ian darted out like a phantom, flickering around the area. In no time, he killed dozens of zombies nearby.
"Pervert!"
Helen muttered under her breath, then led Coco away.
After extracting the Advanced Evolution Crystal from the zombie, Ian strode toward the women's dormitory building.
At the same time, he activated his Clairvoyant Vision, enveloping the entire women's dorm with his power.
Suddenly, Ian frowned. There wasn't a single survivor in the whole building, and, weirdly enough, there were only thirty or forty zombies inside.
His mind racing, Ian expanded his Clairvoyant Vision outward.
One building, two buildings, three buildings—even all the women's dorms had no survivors, and barely any zombies. Altogether, there were less than five hundred.
Ian's heart sank. He had a feeling something strange must have happened.
He kept spreading his Clairvoyant Vision further outward.
He didn't believe these zombies would just vanish for no reason. They must have gathered somewhere.
Finally, after extending his Clairvoyant Vision two kilometers west, Ian found where the missing zombies and survivors had gone.
It was a grove on campus.
From his predecessor's memories, Ian knew that grove used to be the favorite dating spot for campus couples.
But now, the sparse trees were crowded with mutated brambles. Normally, adult bramble vines aren't thick at all, but the thinnest of these vines were as thick as a baby's arm, and the thickest were no different from regular tree trunks.
Even stranger, Ian realized these brambles seemed almost sentient. Using Clairvoyant Vision, he saw two zombies dragging an unconscious survivor into the grove.
The bramble vines split open on their own, forming a passage and letting the zombies through.
"Found them!"
Probing deeper into the grove with Clairvoyant Vision, Ian discovered a huge clearing at the center. Around it stood a dense ring of zombies—at least eight thousand—and in the middle were more than four hundred female students.
These were the girls who'd vanished from the women's dorms.
But right now, all of them stared blankly ahead, as if hypnotized.
"What is that thing?"
Suddenly, Ian's gaze landed on a particular zombie.
This zombie was about three meters tall, with a bald, tumor-like head three times bigger than normal. The lumpy head had a full set of facial features, but its mouth was huge, nose tiny, eyes mere slits, and ears only the size of thumbs—making it look grotesquely ugly.
Out of nowhere—
The tumor-headed zombie's huge mouth split open, and a barbed proboscis shot out, piercing the forehead of one of the survivors.
The dazed survivor suddenly snapped awake, her eyes filled with terror and pain. She struggled violently but couldn't break free from the proboscis.
Gradually, her struggles weakened and her eyes grew dim. Finally, the zombie retracted its proboscis, and she collapsed lifelessly to the ground.
From several kilometers away, Ian used Clairvoyant Vision to inspect the body and found her head was now an empty shell—everything inside had been sucked out by the tumor-headed zombie.
"Roar, roar!"
The tumor-headed zombie let out two low, satisfied growls. Then, two other zombies came forward and dragged the corpse aside to eat it.
"Whoosh!"
Ian left the women's dorm, summoned his flying sword beneath his feet, and shot straight toward the grove.
The flying sword was incredibly fast, covering over two thousand meters in just a breath.
Standing on his flying sword, Ian hovered over the clearing at the center of the grove. Activating the Omniversal God-Eye, he peered down at the tumor-headed zombie. Instantly, a flood of information appeared in his mind: "Mental-Type Zombie, Level Five. Has the power to command low-level zombies, hypnotize other living beings, and strengthen its psychic abilities by devouring human brains!"