I hacked through the chaotic world with my blade-Chapter 790 - 194 Is that familiar figure really..._2

When the other party told him the location,

he knew there shouldn’t be any problems.

Thinking about the controlled zombies he had encountered before, he had appeared very friendly, only wanting to know their location, but what he got was neglect.

From this, he knew the zombies were avoiding him.

Clearly, they felt guilty.

When Duan Chenghu heard what Lin Fan said, he felt completely relieved. Sun Neng was right; Lin Fan in Huang City was indeed different.

"Thank you,"

he said gratefully.

"Don’t mention it. Keep the satellite phone with you. When you’re in danger, you can call me, and then you should hide. No matter where I am, I will appear in front of you as fast as possible,"

Lin Fan hoped they would survive because to live was to have hope, and with hope, there was a future.

Although he very much hoped they would come to Sunshine Shelter, he wouldn’t force anyone since both parties were adults, and he had made that very clear to them.

If there were unavoidable accidents in the future,

then they had to bear the consequences, as the path was their own choice.

"You really are different from other survivors,"

Duan Chenghu sincerely exclaimed, having seen too many survivors, he knew that in today’s apocalyptic world, interactions among people were often filled with mutual suspicion and calculation, nothing like Lin Fan’s sincerity that he currently witnessed.

"No, there are quite a few survivors like me; you just haven’t met them,"

The apocalypse was a way for Lin Fan to grow. He had grown up in this apocalyptic world, experiencing the shocks that the apocalypse brought to humanity, seeing the light and the darkness, scenes that shook one’s soul, and others that chilled the heart.

He never believed that a person’s changes were because of the environment.

The environment often acted like an invisible hand, merely nudging gently from behind. Whether one chose to move forward or not really depended on personal will.

Just like when studying, despite encouragement from teachers and parents’ spurring, if one didn’t like studying, even bruises and injuries wouldn’t sway their mindset.

Think about it, how many invisible hands are pushing you forward, yet you resolutely pull yourself back?

So, it’s often not the environment but one’s own inner self that provokes change.

"If we have a chance, we will definitely visit Sunshine Shelter,"

Duan Chenghu said.

"There will be such an opportunity,"

Lin Fan smiled, acknowledging that everyone has dreams, even if they are unwilling to admit it. He understood that the chaotic, lawless apocalyptic world was the reality where everyone tried to carve out a new scpace using their abilities.

With regard to that, he had no particular thoughts.

If they wanted to strive, let them strive well.

They had left the satellite phone with him, so they could call if they encountered danger.

It felt like a child who leaves home against advice, wanting to start a business independently, only to face the harsh realities of society, ending up battered and returning home dejected, woefully declaring how dangerous it is outside and that home is the safest.

Chen Wu and Duan Yi looked at each other.

They felt that Lin Fan, standing before them, had high-end thoughts, almost seeming out of place in the apocalypse.

This reminded them of what Sun Neng had said.

The other party was establishing rules in Huang City, acting according to norms as ordinary civilians once did, a difficult task in the apocalypse.

But it seemed easy in their hands.

Possibly, this was due to his overwhelming capabilities.

When one’s strength reaches a certain level, all ideas can be realized.

During the conversation, Duan Chenghu clearly talked about the situation at Red Sun Martial School, mentioning that out of over a hundred people, fifteen were Awakeners.

Lin Fan was shocked.

The probability was terrifyingly high.

"What do you usually eat?"

This had absolutely nothing to do with training. If being physically fit could significantly increase the chances of awakening, then professional soldiers like Brother Hang and Team Lei, who were definitely stronger than those at the martial school, should have a much higher probability of awakening.

But the probability of awakeners appearing among them was still terrifyingly low.

"We don’t eat anything special, just a normal diet,"

Duan Chenghu couldn’t think of anything unusual.

Upon hearing this, Lin Fan didn’t dwell on this matter further. Maybe it really was just a matter of probability, as even the frequency of thunderstorms varied, just like how some people can win the lottery multiple times in their lifetime while others won’t even win once.

Luck is very metaphysical.

If there was really someone pulling strings in the background, that would be a different story.

"Mr. Lin, there’s something I want to tell you. Not far from the martial school by the sea, a ship is docked, serving as a trading post where survivors are treated as goods and freely traded,"

Duan Chenghu pointed towards the distance.

The existence of the ship trading post remained a mystery; no one knew who controlled it from behind.

They were helpless against this human trafficking, but there was no way around it in these specific times.

"A trading post..."

"Yes, it’s been around for a long time. Many Awakeners gather there, they trade goods for goods, meanwhile capturing top-grade women as merchandise to sell as crystals,"

Upon hearing this, Lin Fan pursed his lips, his expression slightly grim.

This was already a routine matter.

An era without order is terrifying as people act based on their own thoughts, regardless if it’s good or bad. If they think it, they will do it.

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