I hacked through the chaotic world with my blade-Chapter 1506 - 359: Two Years Later... (Part 3)

Zhu Cheng said, "That’s for sure, now that the apocalypse is over, as long as they’re not foolish, they’d definitely work hard to rebuild. The disaster the apocalypse brought us was just too much. If we hadn’t been resilient enough, humanity might have been wiped out."

Speaking of this, Zhu Cheng still felt a bit scared.

If it weren’t for Lin Fan, they might really have been doomed.

Not to mention anything else, among the Awakeners here, who else has fought against the Creators? It seems that other than the Mutant Cui Xiaofei, no one dared to challenge the Creators.

The gap between the two sides was immense.

When facing the Creators, they still felt powerless.

Zhu Cheng’s words made sense. Humanity was indeed resilient enough. Without resilience, we would have been doomed. Of course, the key reason was still Lin Fan. Without Lin Fan, no matter how resilient we were, we would have perished under the iron hooves of the zombie horde.

Life was gradually getting back on track, which was a scene everyone hoped to see.

Lin Fan’s life also calmed down. Although there were no more zombies anywhere in the world needing his cleanup, he always carried Frostmourne on his back, his companion from the start of the apocalypse.

Conveying the light of hope with him.

Now that hope has arrived, he naturally wouldn’t let Frostmourne be set aside, gathering dust with the passage of time.

"By the way, let’s not tell Officer Huang about this for now." Lin Fan reminded everyone.

Gu Hang and the others exchanged glances and nodded silently.

No more questions were asked.

They knew Lin Fan had his reasons.

...

Morning.

Lin Fan walked leisurely on the street, unhurried, looking at the shops around him. In the past, this was a road leading to the outside world. Now, in his eyes, it wasn’t a road, but the crystallization of efforts he shared with everyone.

Greeting passersby, saying good morning, and saying hello.

Simple greetings, yet the happiest thing.

He came to a 4S store he used to pass by, where he once dreamed of owning his first car, but the expensive price deterred him, leaving him only to look at the cars inside from the window.

Now, he still stood by the window, looking at the dust-covered vehicles inside.

He smiled, turned around, and walked into the distance.

Building.

Thirteenth floor.

Zhongming Interior Design Company.

The glass door of the company had long been shattered.

Ding-a-ling.

A breeze blew through, making the wind chimes ring with a crisp sound, a sound still so pleasant, as if it could wash away a day’s mental fatigue.

The neatly arranged drawings were once again scattered all over the floor.

Lin Fan picked up the papers from the ground, tidied them up, and placed them on the table, weighed down with a teacup.

"Things have changed."

He quietly looked at the familiar yet gradually strange surroundings, as if he could vaguely see his former colleagues leaning forward, eyes fixed on the screen, fingers clattering on the keyboard, diligently drawing designs.

The boss, Jiang Zhongming, holding a teacup, patrolling like a general, trying to catch anyone slacking off. If he caught someone, he could fine them a hundred, saving a hundred for his pocket.

Thinking of this.

Lin Fan laughed, a laugh remembering the past, despite often being tricked by the boss. But that life was still good, following a regular routine of work, off work, and gaming.

A simple, unchanging life.

At most, he’d lean on the balcony, people-watching the bustling street, emptying his mind, dreaming of various whimsical things.

"It’s over, everyone. The apocalypse is over. A new future, a new journey begins."

Lin Fan said softly, then left the company.

He had nothing to do now, feeling a bit empty, even a bit unaccustomed to it. Suddenly having no zombies to clean up, his hands and feet felt a bit idle.

He knew it was a misconception.

But it was enough to show that sudden tranquility needed time to adapt.

He walked through the streets of Huang City, feeling the familiar environment. In a square, he saw He Mingxuan and Miao Yi flying kites, both with smiles on their faces—such carefree life was beautiful.

Lin Fan didn’t disturb them.

He Mingxuan had changed but still didn’t want to live in a shelter, instead choosing to live alone outside. Miao Yi’s sister had been a great help to He Mingxuan initially and was one of the key people in changing his temperament.

Everyone’s way of life is their own choice.

To He Mingxuan, this was the life he wanted most—to be away from the crowd’s clamor and with the people he wanted to meet, even just flying kites was a joyful and pleasant thing.

Lin Fan quietly left, walking to other places in Huang City. In streets farther from the shelter, the environment seemed messier.

Huang City was too large, and the number of survivors was too small. To clean it thoroughly was almost impossible.

Additionally, the cars parked by the roadside or overturned had become rusty over time, the new era’s scrap iron, which was evidence of the old era.

Let them be; when it is time to clean up these areas in the future, someone will naturally do it.

A day without cleaning zombies made him a bit uncomfortable, so he wandered around the city out of boredom, passing the time.

A month passed by in a flash.

Lin Fan adapted to his current life, waking up naturally every day. Perhaps due to habit, he often awoke around six. After washing up and having breakfast, it was just half-past six.