“I see...”
Upon hearing Mo Shao’s words, Little Ka seemed to realize something. “Do you know where Avenulin is?”
“Roughly in that direction, in Henan Province. And that was the distance before the apocalypse,” Mo Shao pointed toward the north.
She added as an afterthought that they were currently in Guangdong Province.
“Then it really is quite far,” Little Ka nodded, sinking into thought.
Mo Shao left it at that. She didn’t need to say anything more; Little Ka was smart enough to figure it out for herself.
Not long after, the people inside the supermarket were ready. Zhang Xiao, the only one who had completed a Dead-binding, came forward to report.
“Um, Miss... we’re ready.”
Because Mo Shao hadn’t told them her name yet, he stammered for a moment.
“My surname is Hui. You can call me whatever you want,” Mo Shao replied without thinking, casually giving a fake name.
In the apocalypse, there were indeed many things that could be manipulated through names—the most classic example being the Death Note.
While she would be able to resist such things once she had developed her power further, she couldn't do so in the early stages.
So, as a precaution, she gave herself a pseudonym. When traveling abroad, one always needed a few aliases.
As for why she chose the surname Hui, there wasn't any complex reason; it was simply because her current appearance was quite gray.
She hadn't bothered coming up with a first name. To Mo Shao, only those truly close to her, who had earned her trust, were worthy of knowing her real name.
However, even if Mo Shao were to reveal her real name, absolutely no one would recognize her as the former security guard.
It made sense. Who would care about the name of a lowly security guard?
People might remember her face, but no one would bother remembering the name. That was the essence of a "nameless extra."
Furthermore, she wasn't wearing a nametag. The school didn't have that many requirements.
The only person who could likely call out her name was the other security guard she rotated shifts with—her former colleague and superior.
Only the two of them guarded the main gate, though there were others for patrols and inspections.
One could only say that the job was pure bliss; it was impossible to get without connections or incredible luck.
That young man was supposed to come for his shift on Monday night, so he hadn't arrived at the school yet.
This was normal. If you didn't have to work Monday morning and the higher-ups didn't care, you would naturally sleep in and slack off as much as possible.
She didn't even know if that guy was still alive.
Regardless, there was no one currently in the school who could call her by name.
“Then we’ll call you Sister Hui from now on,” Zhang Xiao said after a moment of careful consideration.
“Mhm. Let’s head out,” Mo Shao nodded in response.
The subsequent process was simple: they farmed monsters as they moved along.
Through conversation during their march, Mo Shao gained a better understanding of the school's current state.
Before the apocalypse officially descended on the first day, the failure of the internet hadn't caused much chaos. Classes continued as usual.
After all, it was a boarding high school where phones were confiscated and dorm inspections were frequent; it was already practically isolated from the outside world.
Furthermore, as all students knew—as long as the world hasn't ended, you still have to go to school!
However, once the apocalypse actually arrived, the sheer scale of the event made it impossible for anyone not to notice something was wrong, which naturally led to massive chaos.
Fortunately, the various loudspeakers and public address systems were still functional, allowing things to be coordinated relatively quickly afterward.
As for what happened next, people were sent to the upper floors of the buildings on the edge of the campus to observe the outside world with binoculars.
They quickly discovered the existence of monsters and the appearance of the Phantom Realm, and the news spread rapidly among the students.
Supposedly, the high-ranking staff wanted to keep it a secret to maintain stability. But with so many people in the school, everyone had their own thoughts.
Some classrooms were located directly on the perimeter; students only had to look out the window to see that something was wrong. In the end, it was impossible to hide.
Amidst the chaos, the school eventually split into several factions.
First was the largest faction. Relying on their past prestige, the principal and the administration managed to keep most people under control.
They moved collectively toward the right side of the school—the east. This group accounted for roughly sixty percent of the population.
To be specific, the east was a flat wheat plain where no monsters were visible to the naked eye.
At the horizon, they could see the city skyline. In the principal's words, they "couldn't just sit and wait for death."
Moreover, the city was indeed to the east, so they ultimately chose to head that way.
There was another critical factor: that wheat plain was the only nearby area where vehicles could be driven. With vehicles, escaping would be much easier.
A large number of cars, motorcycles, and shared bikes near the school were completely cleared out as the massive crowd set off in that direction.
The number of vehicles was nowhere near enough to meet the needs of so many people, but seeing so many others rushing in the same direction naturally triggered a herd mentality.
Thus, this group eventually comprised the vast majority.
The next group, like Little Ka and the canteen staff, chose to stay behind at the school, making up thirty percent of the total.
Little Ka had decided on her own to stay and protect people. She had some strength, and it suited her personality.
The reason the supermarket still had supplies was that they were meant for the stay-behinds, though the canteen had significantly less left over.
As for the final ten percent, they scattered in all directions. A small number of people believed that the era had changed and they needed to seize the opportunity.
Equipped with various homemade weapons, they headed out to explore the surrounding areas. Mo Shao estimated that their final outcome probably wouldn't be very pleasant.
No firearms, no real weapons, and no combat experience—weren't they just delivering themselves as fodder?
A few lucky or slightly stronger individuals might survive, or even complete a Dead-binding or transformation, but they were the minority.
The best way to develop was to have someone lead the way first—just like the situation Mo Shao was in now.
With her, Little Ka, and the newly Dead-bound Zhang Xiao present, they naturally cleared out monsters as they went.
Farming monsters in the morning was relatively simple. They hadn't formed swarms yet, appearing only in small, mixed groups.
Furthermore, some Tacet Discords would fight among themselves, which further reduced the pressure on the survivors.
As the number of monsters they killed increased, more Echoes dropped, and consequently, the number of Dead-bound survivors grew.
With their combat power constantly rising, the monsters naturally became easier to farm.
After all, three people fighting three monsters was a completely different concept from ten people fighting three monsters.
If you could gang up on them, why bother fighting fair?
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