northernbook Chapter 1597 - 1591: Sacrificing Oneself for Others May Be Impossible
Chapter 1597 - 1591: Sacrificing Oneself for Others May Be Impossible
Chapter 1597: Chapter 1591: Sacrificing Oneself for Others May Be ImpossibleBald Head took a step back, holding a bag of nutritional powder, and began to whisper with Brother Shi and the others.
"Is this all there is? Should we go up and
"What’s the matter?"
"Nothing." The man quickly shook his head, and Brother Shi’s group didn’t dwell on it.
Shooting him a glance, Brother Shi extended his hand toward Bald Head, who immediately understood and handed over the bag of nutritional powder.
Brother Shi held the powder up, directly in front of the Level 3 New Human. Under the man’s puzzled gaze, he asked, "Is this really all the food you have left?"
"Re... Really, this is all we’ve got left."
"You’re lying!"
"Believe it or not, it’s the truth."
"Fine, since you’re not being honest, we’ll search for ourselves."
Brother Shi shot a glance to the others, who immediately grasped the signal. Bald Head shouted, "Upstairs!" before charging to the second floor with a laser weapon. Seeing this, the Level 3 New Human and the other two adults tried desperately to stop them.
"There really isn’t anything left!"
"Do you take us for fools?"
Bald Head cursed and kicked one of them, while Brother Shi’s group showed no mercy. Using their Tianguang weapons to intimidate the survivors into submission, they all stormed upstairs. Yong hesitated briefly, glancing back and forth between the two groups, but eventually followed Brother Shi to the second floor.
Once upstairs, except for Yong, Ghost Head and the team began rummaging through cabinets and drawers. Their search was almost methodical, overturning the entire room’s layout until it was a mess. Finally, they found a hidden stash of food in the toilet tank. Apart from some nutritional powder, there were protein cans—not much, but enough to sustain Ghost Head’s team for three days, or potentially a week if rationed carefully.
Without hesitating, they appropriated the food as their own. Witnessing this, the survivors knelt down immediately. They didn’t beg to keep the food on themselves—they were simply hoping to survive. Without food and now vulnerable, their lives hung entirely on fate. In the apocalypse, killing someone was no different than slaughtering chickens or dogs, especially in a ruined city like this.
"Heroes, spare us, please! We didn’t mean it. Without food, we really won’t make it! It’s all yours, just please let us live!"
The Level 3 New Human completely lost his dignity in front of lower-ranked Level 2 New Humans equipped with A-grade exoskeleton battle suits. His groveling expression gave Ghost Head’s group no small amount of schadenfreude. It was rare enough to see someone with a higher level groveling before them.
Brother Shi snorted coldly but didn’t harbor any intent to kill the survivors. He replied indifferently, "Fine, I’ll let you live. There should be a survivor settlement nearby; you should be able to find it if you look. This Yajin coin is my pity for you—it’ll cover some food costs. We can’t enter those places without causing trouble due to our special circumstances. We’re not good people, and sacrificing ourselves for others is out of the question."
With that, he tossed the Yajin coin at the Level 3 New Human and left with his team.
The survivors no longer dared to ask for anything more, scrambling to pick up the Yajin coin and groveling with servile voices. "Thank you! Thank you so much!"
Ghost Head’s team ignored them, walking out of the worn-down building. They didn’t know that as their figures gradually disappeared, the Level 3 New Human raised his head, his eyes filled with hatred. But soon, his expression shifted. Sharing a glance with the other two adults behind him, all three—except the child—revealed sinister smiles.
The state of Wangxing City? No one knew it better than them.