Born to Be Rebellious [Quick Transmigration]-Chapter 133: The Zombie Emperor

It was already… the third world without a break.

Three uninterrupted worlds in a row?

Ge Xiu frowned and sat up, turning his head to scan the whole room.

His eyes swept over the broken tables and chairs scattered on the ground, the swarms of flies buzzing in the darkness, and finally landed on the rotting and stinking corpse leaning against the foot of the bed.

The man had apparently been dead for a long time, the thick black visceral water dripping down from the torn intestines to the damp ground, with a noticeable black hole in the back of the head.

A pitch-black gun was clutched in the wretched green and blue fingers hanging to the ground.

This time Ge Xiu also didn’t hear the familiar system prompt ring in his ears.

Same as in the previous world.

He bent down, took the gun from the corpse’s stiff fingers and flipped it lightly.

The straight metal case fell heavily between his fingers, cold and inanimate feeling.

Ge Xiu thought for a while, lowered his head to gaze at the black cold barrel in his hand for a while, and then flexibly disassembled the magazine with his fingers, as the metallic sound of clicking resounded in the empty room.

A metallic golden bullet fell into his palm.

Only one left.

What happened to make the man in this room so desperate that he chose to use this gun to end his life?

He walked to the window, raised his hand to lift the dirty blackout curtain and looked down through the glass covered with vague handprints.

The field of view was rather narrow.

It could be seen at a glance that streets below were all empty, as if the entire city had fallen into a dead silence, and only the whizzing of the wind could be heard, whistling between the abandoned high-rise buildings, making the unstable windows shake.

Vehicles lay overturned on empty roads, smoke rising from dead engines.

Crushed stones, broken glass and old newspapers were scattered on the ground, exuding a strong ominous atmosphere.

Ge Xiu narrowed his eyes.

He stepped back from the window, loaded the only gun in his hand, and walked towards the door.

The door was half closed.

It slid open silently with just a swipe.

The strong turbid stench spread instantly.

Outside the door was a narrow staircase. The bottom of the stairs was blocked by piles of broken furniture, while the top was shrouded in thick darkness.

The lamps on the ceiling, hanging on wires, swayed in mid-air, emitting weak and intermittent light. The dim light fell on the blackened half-coagulated bloodstains on the dirty walls, illuminating countless messy and frantic bloody handprints.

There was a faint faint sound from above.

Ge Xiu looked up at the stairs that winded upwards, and walked towards the direction of the sound.

Upstairs looked the exact same way, the only difference was that the sticky and foul-smelling blood spreads out from under the closed door, dripping down the edge of the stairs, gathering into small blood pools.

He gently rubbed his fingers, the sticky and cold touch of the drop of blood had not dissipated.

——So it has leaked down from there.

Ge Xiu took a few steps forward and examined the closed door under the dim light.

The door was locked from the outside, but the key was still in the hole, as if someone had forgotten to take it out in a panic.

The half-broken latch was blocking the door, the hard metal already bent and deformed outwards, covered with sticky blood marks.

The subtle sound became more and more obvious.

Ge Xiu raised his hand to remove the latch, held the key, and turned it slowly.

The slight sound of metal turning was especially clear in the dark.

——The door opened.

The moment the door slid open, a distorted figure rushed out quickly accompanied by a gushing of the foul-smelling air, and threateningly rushed towards the unsuspecting figure at the door, just as it was about to strike— —!

“Bang!”

A dull knock sounded, and the figure suddenly fell backwards.

Ge Xiu was expressionless, he took the metal door latch into his hand, and walked into the room.

The figure slowly climbed up again.

Only then did Ge Xiu clearly see “his” appearance.

The man in front of him was wearing wrinkled home clothes with dried dark blood staining his clothes. His eyes were cloudy and his skin was dark. A piece of skin on his face had been torn off, revealing the dark red connective tissue below, teeth gaped through the opening in the dark hollows of his cheeks.

He staggered to his feet, an animalistic roar came out of his throat and his cloudy eyes showed a look of hunger and greed.

The man’s limbs looked stiff, but he moved unexpectedly quickly.

Ge Xiu was already prepared.

He swung the metal door latch in his hand again, throwing down the man who was rushing towards him to the ground.

The sunken part of the half-folded door bolt caught in the man’s throat. He struggled, making a hollow gurgling sound in his throat, his hands grabbing frantically onto the bolt, but his eyes remained always locked on Ge Xiu’s figure, nothing in his eyes but primitive hunger left.

Ge Xiu frowned.

Compared to a living person, he was more like a corpse with ability to move.

Ge Xiu made a decisive decision, raised his foot and stepped on the man’s chest, using his skill to jam him into the gap between the ground and the wall.

He picked up the bent metal bar, turned it over with one hand, aimed the sharp point at the gap between the ribs, and then pressed down, slowly sending the weapon in his hand into the “man”‘s heart.

Cracking sound of the flesh being pierced sounded and the tip was quickly inserted to the bottom.

However, unexpectedly, the man was still alive.

He struggled on the soles of Ge Xiu’s feet, trying to lower his head and nibble on the toes of Ge Xiu’s boots.

Ge Xiu was a little surprised.

His eyes lit up, the corners of his lips curved slightly, and a gleam of excitement, like a fleeting spark, flashed across his dark eyes quickly.

——Ge Xiu quickly put his ideas into practice.

He first immobilized the man with the help of the surroundings, and then stretched out his hand to pull over the tattered blood-stained bed sheet on the side of the bed, binding the other while ensuring that the other party could not touch him.

Ge Xiu walked to the kitchen, picked out a handy knife, and hurried back.

He stared at the man whose eyes were bulging, roaring and struggling in the bindings, and said understandingly, “If it hurts, say it.”

The blade flashed with a sharp glint as the tip of the blade penetrated into the gap between the bones cleanly. The meridian and the flesh connected to it were cut off, in such a short action, the limbs were already separated from the body. The thick dark blood slowly flowed out from the cut section, pooling on a small part on the ground, and then stopped flowing.

An extremely strong and suffocating rancid smell spread through the small room, sickening anyone who smelled it.

But Ge Xiu seemed to have gotten used to this unpleasant smell. His expression was normal, only his brows furrowed slightly when his eyes swept over the blood on the ground.

This was a necrotic limb.

In addition, the sharp tool had been inserted into the heart and had not caused death —— seems like its blood circulation system had long stopped working.

Not only was this man dead long ago, he had probably been dead for several months.

That being the case, he had no worries about going further.

Ge Xiu moved his neck, moved his somewhat stiff shoulders, and then stepped closer.

He cut open “its” belly, took out the greasy and smelly organs, dug out the spine bones one by one, observing whether he could harm “it” by doing so — in the end, below “its” shoulders, only the empty ribs and muddy rotting limbs were left.

Ge Xiu narrowed his eyes slightly, then slashed its throat with the blade, tearing open trachea. The blade then continued to penetrate deeply, accurately cutting the cervical vertebrae.

Now, all that was left was the head.

But on the only remaining head, the cloudy eyes were still slowly turning, the jaw kept opening and closing, as dark blood bubbles poured out from under the head.

Ge Xiu turned his palms.

“Puchi.”

The blade inserted straight into the eyebrows, submerged into the skull.

This time, it finally stopped moving.

This was a monster that could only be killed by destroying the brain, of course, removing its limbs from the central nervous system could reduce or even eliminate its attack power.

Ge Xiu stood on a messy ground, stepping on rotting organs and limbs, some black blood splattered on his pale cheeks, like an ominous harbinger of death.

He stared at the corpse with its limbs, torso, and head separated on the ground, lost in thought.

Therefore, this world should be occupied by this monster, for the street on the outside to be such a desolate and ruined place.

However, based on the attack power of the monster in front of him, it would be difficult to make human civilization on the verge of collapse and for the social order to disappear ——then, what appeared in front of him might have just been the tip of the iceberg.

Ge Xiu turned his neck.

The soreness coming from his shoulders was becoming more and more impossible to ignore.

He reached out and touched the back of his neck, where a feeling bordering on tingling and itching spread from.

Ge Xiu withdrew his hand, and there was some sticky, dark red blood on surface of his fingers.

He was slightly startled, as if thinking of something, turned and walked quickly towards the direction of the bathroom.

The layout of the room here was exactly the same as the one downstairs. The bathroom and the outside were equally dirty, with heavy stench coming out of it. A gnawed on and mutilated corpse fell to the ground. It’s head was dented as if it had been smashed, dead at the spot.

Ge Xiu stepped over the corpse and came to the mirror full of cracks.

He turned sideways, stretched out his hand, and ripped open his collar, looking into the mirror.

At the back of his neck, there was a shocking wound, looking is if piece of meat had been torn off forcibly, with sharp tooth marks extremely striking.

This bite mark had been obviously on this body for a while, the surrounding flesh and blood had shown a semi-coagulated state.

It should have happened before Ge Xiu woke up.

The surrounding clothes were dyed black by the dried blood, and on the pale skin beside the bite marks, strange purple-black marks spread out like a spider web, turning his entire shoulder blades a sickly blue-black colour.

But it wasn’t very painful.

Just numb.

Especially for a person like Ge Xiu who had long been used to pain and had a very high threshold, this level of pain was almost imperceptible — he would have been aware of it the moment he woke up otherwise.

——It was contagious.

And he was infected before he woke up.

A feeling of dizziness came.

Ge Xiu’s vision blackened, he had to raise his hand to hold onto the edge of the cold sink, his knuckles turned blue and white with force he used so that he could barely stop himself from falling to the ground.

——This time…he had really been pitted much.

This vague thought flashed through his mind.

Finally, Ge Xiu couldn’t hold it anymore, leaned against the sink, slid down slowly, and sat on the ground.

With a clang, the pitch-black gun smashed to the ground.

…and one last bullet.

Ge Xiu was slightly taken aback.

He narrowed his eyes and looked up at the sky ——was that what they were thinking of?

suicide?

——Although he doesn’t know these two worlds, what are the people outside planning?

Do they want him to go according to their plan?

dreaming.

Ge Xiu curved his lips silently, leaned on the cold sink behind him, and closed his eyes.

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The author has something to say:

Zombie: I just regret it.

I shouldn’t have made noise at that time.