It Is Said That I Have Been Crushed By Dimensionality Reduction (Quick Travel) - Chapter 29

Zhao Chuan decided to wait until he recovered before bringing up this topic with the younger men.

After taking a sip from his cup, Fa Xiao, sitting nearby, asked with concern, “Kawako, how are you feeling?”

The Lu family had also finished drinking and put their cups down, looking at him worriedly.

Zhao Chuan managed to sit up straighter and replied, “Much better now.”

Then, he glanced at the young men and once again introduced his ability: “Although I haven’t reached the first-tier superpower yet, my power lets me transmit information through any object.” He hesitated for a moment, “Though right now, I can only send sounds.”

This power might seem useless in a zombie apocalypse, but since the internet was completely down, it was vital for communication.

Zhao Chuan’s skill became extremely valuable to their group.

He could hide in the safest high spot and use his power to connect several earpieces, directing battles silently through those devices.

The battlefield’s situation was changing constantly, with death looming at any moment.

By keeping their voices low enough that zombies couldn’t hear, the team coordinated smoothly and slowly gained ground.

Hearing Zhao Chuan reveal his secret ability showed how serious he was about joining forces.

The three men exchanged blank looks.

They couldn’t help it—the heart of their small group was Zhao Chuan. They’d grown up together and trusted him completely.

But did that mean they had to accept that zombies were their leaders and fight alongside them in this apocalypse?

The three watched Bai Yuan closely, their expressions tangled with hesitation.

Could it be that Zhao Chuan’s so-called “little team” wasn’t real after all?

If so… wouldn’t they be the first members of this team? And the leader was a terrifying being capable of killing second-level zombies even at a basic level.

Not to mention Zhao Chuan’s superpower combination.

They couldn’t help but look forward to the future with a mix of excitement and awe.

Still, they wondered carefully how they would get along with both the boss’s zombie family and the humans.

One of them suddenly stood, nodded, and bowed: “Boss, do you need any instructions?”

The others, Fa Xiao and Zhao Chuanqi, looked over in surprise.

Bai Yuan paused briefly, then slowly turned his head.

This young girl had just offered her loyalty and quickly followed with a promise: “We vow never to betray you. Otherwise, you’ll eat us!”

The others nodded, showing their sincerity through actions.

Only Zhao Chuan felt confused.

He’d been stuck in the hotel for just a few days but couldn’t wrap his head around the simplicity of these three’s thinking.

Bai Yuan sensed the anxiety, nervousness, and trust these men unknowingly showed.

From start to finish.

Most people he met acted indifferent, but these three believed in him as a zombie.

Originally, Zhao Chuan planned to save some humans, fearing the virus would wipe them all out and bring ruin faster.

Besides, accepting these three as subordinates suited him well.

Especially since Kawako had very useful abilities. He didn’t want to raise useless followers; he needed to make the best use of his strengths.

But one thing he had to make clear right away: “I don’t eat humans.”

The Lu family was about to speak up, ready to vouch for Bai Yuan, but Bai Yuan beat them to it and explained himself.

The three were stunned.

Honestly, they hadn’t even considered that before.

Maybe because their boss always looked powerful and cold, with a villainous expression, it was hard to imagine him suddenly lunging and biting humans like a typical zombie.

It was just too sudden.

One of them asked in confusion, “Then, what do you eat?”

Bai Yuan paused thoughtfully.

Good question.

Since he lacked energy, he had to prioritize healing his soul and helping Lu Guohai’s internal organs recover.

Luckily, he could afford the wait.

Finally, he replied with two words: “Crystal cores.”

The three expressed surprise but understood—it made perfect sense.

Bai Yuan glanced sideways at Zhao Chuan and said, “You guys rest here.”

Zhao Chuan suppressed the confusion brewing inside him, then remembered something: “There’s a second-level mental zombie here—”

Fa Xiao quickly cut him off, “I’ll explain more about that later.”

How could the boss humble himself to explain his best moments?

Bai Yuan stood and told the Lu family, “Let’s go. We need to pick a room.”

The Lu family hesitated but got up and followed.

As the light brightened, Zhao Chuan noticed a boy stepping forward.

His eyes looked dark, but as Zhao Chuan’s vision adjusted, he saw the boy’s face clearly.

His pupils suddenly shrank.

—Zombie?!

No, not quite.

The boy seemed to wear thick black eyeliner, and his pupils were gray—a sign of an ordinary zombie.

As everyone knew, ordinary zombies had no intelligence or emotions and couldn’t control their hunger for humans.

They were even less talkative.

Bai Yuan kept walking, barely glancing at the boy.

At that moment, despite appearing human, the boy displayed all the zombie traits—down to the slightly exposed fangs that hinted at danger.

Zhao Chuan’s heart raced.

Fortunately, the young man and human family left, and distant voices soon drifted over.

A younger woman’s voice said, “Obuchi was amazing today. Your dad and I thought we were done for in that zombie wave.”

Then came a colder voice, “No, we’re fine.”

A man spoke next, “By the way, Obuchi, why are we staying here? Shouldn’t we go back to the store and check?”

The cold voice replied again, “The environment is good, quiet.”

Zhao Chuan was stunned.

They truly were a family.

Every question in this family was answered by the boy.

He had been spoiled and cared for from childhood, yet instead of becoming arrogant, he grew into an excellent, polite, and thoughtful young man.

Yes—they were strangers, but very close and friendly.

How could anyone mistake such a zombie for a cold and scheming villain?

Zhao Chuan turned to the young men and recounted everything that had happened.

Seeing Zhao Chuan so serious, the young men quickly recounted the whole story in detail.

A few days ago, after receiving Zhao Chuan’s distress call, it took them three or four days to reach the hotel.

Just as they were about to enter, they got another message from Lu Chuan, almost fainting: “Second-level zombies here. Don’t come to the hotel.”

The three were anxious but refused to give up.

Soon, they found hordes of zombies gathering around.

These zombies ignored them completely, as if controlled by something.

The three suspected it was linked to the second-level zombies.

Risking everything, they found nearly two hundred zombies amassed.

They looked pale.

That scale was a small zombie wave, enough to wipe out a small base of five to six hundred people.

Then—the zombies suddenly vanished as if it had been an illusion.

They seemed dazed and soon found several humans rushing to the hotel’s door, shouting in panic.

Fa Xiao and the others said, “The second-level zombie was killed easily by him. The crystal core was cleansed by water.”

Others added, “He was the one who brought us to this room.”

They all looked awestruck.

Zhao Chuan had grown up with them, and despite knowing the boys only for two hours, they already instinctively trusted him.

Who would believe that humans could actually trust zombies?

Zhao Chuan laughed to himself.

His earlier fear caused by the young man’s eyes was gone.

He decided the boy must be a loyal subordinate and that he must ensure newcomers never misunderstand him.

The boss was thoughtful and kind, just held back by the black eyeliner, dark lips, and his natural villainous aura.

Zhao Chuan anxiously followed the young men: “From now on, we must cooperate well with the boss. His identity is special, so watch the humans carefully and don’t let anyone plot against him.”

The three nodded immediately.

One of them slapped his thigh: “I almost forgot—we haven’t told the boss about our families yet.”

Once they became the boss’s men, they wanted to bring their families to the safe zone, but first, they needed the boss’s approval.

“Who should go?”

They glanced around and finally chose the best talker with the liveliest mind—the one who had successfully impressed the boss several times before.

His name was Pang Lei.

He seemed honest and sincere.

The four of them were in their third year of mindfulness and had taken advantage of the weekend to go home.

But that night, news of zombie bites broke out.

Feeling unsafe, they tried to gather their families and buy supplies, even though prices were skyrocketing.

They stuck to their plans despite their families’ objections.

As the end approached, their parents finally realized the danger and were terrified of what was to come.

What could they do now?

Fortunately, Wu Yang’s parents were martial artists who had trained the children and others, so they could at least defend themselves physically.

Zhao Chuan, however, had little martial talent, though he was more alert than ordinary people.

The other three had survived by practicing martial arts tirelessly since childhood and Zhao Chuan’s powers.

Together with their families and relatives, they were eleven people.

Their food supplies were running low.

When they went out to look for food, they sometimes met other survivors.

Gradually, a small safe zone formed.

But this place wasn’t under the control of the three men—they could only maintain order and prevent infighting.

Zhao Chuan wanted to move his family to a safer base, but the distance was great and survival uncertain.

With more zombies appearing and powers growing stronger, the challenge was enormous.

He never imagined becoming leader of this small group.

Even with the help of his three friends, facing a superpowered enemy might be impossible.

To protect the young people and their families, Zhao Chuan decided to find a capable leader—a professional who could manage talent and oversee everything.

But after searching, he was dissatisfied.

Some older survivors killed people wantonly; others treated ordinary people poorly; some even disliked Zhao Chuan’s family and wanted only him to join.

Thinking this over, Zhao Chuan felt guilty.

He hadn’t mentioned his family before, fearing the boss would refuse them.

But after hearing the three men’s story, he regretted hiding it.

Now, if the boss agreed to let the three join, he would surely accept the entire family.

Zhao Chuan stood determinedly: “Take me with you. I want to speak openly and apologize…”