Translator’s Note –
Because this novel is almost done, I’ve decided to update 3 chapters a day for this week, this way, the novel translation for “Reborn To The Start Of The Apocalypse To Farm” will be finished this week.
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While most of the roads in the neighborhood were still covered with white snow, they had been trampled down and compacted in most places.
Wei Xuan had initially considered mobilizing his undead minions to have them shovel away the remaining snow on the roads. However, he hesitated because having a horde of zombies, who were already conspicuous, remove snow from the roads might attract unwanted attention and potential trouble.
So, after commanding his minions to collect the remaining snow and purify the snowmelt into water, and storing it in square containers in the underground parking garage, Wei Xuan began his true winter lifestyle.
Nestled in his room, with a pot of wiers snow water boiling on the table, Wei Xuan leaned against Du Hang’s chest. They were wrapped in a large quilt, with another one covering them, as they both held game controllers and played video games.
Wei Xuan had been looking forward to this kind of life since the previous year but had been unlucky enough to sleep through the entire winter season. Fortunately, he had woken up again.
The controller Wei Xuan was currently using was a new one he had recently replaced. The previous one had a corner that he accidentally damaged while playing a fighting game, but luckily, he had brought a sufficient number of replacements back home the last time he went out.
Operating the characters on the screen, leaping and jumping around, Wei Xuan asked casually without turning his head or looking out the window, “They’re here again?”
Du Hang nodded.
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Wei Xuan sighed, “What’s up with these guys recently? Why do they keep coming every few days?”
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Wei Xuan chose not to wait for them to come into his territory and possibly clash with his zombies, so he personally went out to meet them every time.
Sure enough, another zombie leader arrived with a few followers, exuding an excited air. It pointed to the direction it came from and hopped and jumped while exclaiming, “Mine, mine, mine!”
Wei Xuan nodded at it and then furrowed his brow, asking, “I remember you came here a few days ago, didn’t you? Why are you back again?”
The zombie tilted its head in thought for a moment, then continued pointing in the direction it had come from, hopping and jumping enthusiastically, “Just now, mine, just now, mine…”
Wei Xuan sighed once more, feeling somewhat helpless. He nodded to indicate that he understood, and the zombie, still excited, turned around and led its group away. Because the zombies that had visited recently all had limited language abilities and communication skills, Wei Xuan had not been able to figure out why they kept coming back, and why they were doing so with increasing frequency.
Thinking about it, even the communication abilities of the little zombie girl seemed much stronger than these zombies. Unfortunately, she hadn’t come back since she brought those three unlucky guys and asked how to let them reproduce…
Considering the combat abilities of the little zombie girl and the recent visitations by this group of zombies, could it be that the weaker zombies were currently dividing territory? That’s why higher-level zombies like the little girl hadn’t appeared?
Wei Xuan pondered this possibility and found it quite plausible. After all, the stronger ones would claim their territories first, leaving the weaker zombies to fight for the remaining areas.
“Wait a minute… Fight? Yeah! Territory fights!” Wei Xuan suddenly had a revelation regarding the recent unusual behavior of these zombies.
Maybe they were indeed using brute force to claim territory. The stronger zombies staked out their areas from the beginning, while the rest, with similar combat capabilities, kept challenging each other every few days. The victors would then come over and introduce themselves as neighbors.
“But wait… It doesn’t make sense. If they’re really fighting for territory, why don’t they come and fight us?” Wei Xuan began to doubt his theory. If that were the case, how had they managed to live so peacefully? Puzzled, he turned to look at Du Hang with a questioning gaze.
Du Hang lowered his head to meet his gaze and thought for a moment. “Can’t beat.”
“Huh?” Wei Xuan was momentarily confused. He quickly focused. “Have you fought with them recently?”
Du Hang shook his head.
“Then why did you say they can’t beat you? I mean, they can’t beat you, right?” Wei Xuan pointed in the direction where the zombies had just left, then gestured to Du Hang.
Du Hang nodded, affirming, “Can’t beat.”
Wei Xuan widened his eyes, still not understanding why Du Hang was so confident in saying they couldn’t beat him, especially since they hadn’t fought each other. Wei Xuan believed that Du Hang was indeed strong, strong enough to take on ordinary zombies, but how did Du Hang know he would win? Did the zombies somehow know they couldn’t beat him?
“Have you fought with them before?” Wei Xuan asked, pointing toward the direction the zombies had left.
After considering for a moment, Du Hang identified the zombies he had fought with and realized they were located in another direction. He then shook his head honestly and replied, “No.”
Wei Xuan remained puzzled. He knew Du Hang wouldn’t lie, so if Du Hang hadn’t fought them, how did he know they couldn’t beat him? Did the zombies recognize his strength without engaging in battle?
“Do they know you’re powerful? That they can’t beat you, so they avoid fighting you?” Wei Xuan continued to inquire.
This time, Du Hang nodded without hesitation. During the last fight with the zombie, all the intelligent zombies in the vicinity had been watching, so they were well aware of his strength.
Wei Xuan still couldn’t grasp the logic behind it. Perhaps the zombies could differentiate their strengths through brainwaves or some form of telepathic communication? If that were the case, other zombies wouldn’t need to physically fight for territory. They could simply stand together and compare their brainwaves… or telepathic abilities.
In the end, Wei Xuan felt relieved that this peaceful competition between the zombies wasn’t too violent. So even if they changed territories every few days and engaged in mind… telepathic battles, he didn’t need to worry too much. This method seemed even more peaceful than territorial disputes between countries before the apocalypse.
Having been misled, Wei Xuan thought that the zombie world was filled with peace and happiness. Thus, he happily let Du Hang carry him back to the room and put him on the bed.
As he was about to continue playing the game, Du Hang, who had taken his beloved out for a stroll, began demanding some “benefits.” He pressed himself against Wei Xuan from behind, making it impossible for Wei Xuan to escape. Even if he wanted to kick him away like a donkey, he couldn’t muster the strength, so he had no choice but to wait until Du Hang was done before continuing his game.
Outside the residential area where Wei Xuan lived, zombies roamed the city, digging pits and searching for food to replenish their energy. After replenishing their energy, these zombies, whose intelligence had increased to a certain level along with their strength, would challenge a local leader they believed they could defeat.
The battles were fierce and frequent. Generally, zombie leaders had some capable underlings, and challengers had to defeat these underlings to qualify for a challenge against the leader.
Zombies had a method of roughly gauging their own combat strength compared to their opponents, and the difference in strength between the two sides was usually not too great. As a result, scenes of brutal and bloody combat, with body parts flying, were common throughout the city, and the intensity, gore, and horror of these battles were beyond ordinary imagination.
However, there were certain rules governing zombie battles. For example, during a fight, they could break each other’s arms, legs, or even destroy all the limbs below the neck, but they would not directly attack each other’s heads, let alone remove the opponent’s crystal core.
Some zombie leaders, if interested in recruiting the challenger as a new underling, would pick up the defeated opponent’s head after disabling their body, place it in their designated storage, and regularly feed it with soil-flavored snowflakes to help them recover.
If they had no interest in the defeated opponent or if the victorious party was a zombie who successfully claimed territory, they would usually discard the opponent’s remaining limbs and head outside their territory, allowing the opponent to slowly recover on their own.
However, in most cases, if the defeated party was the original leader with underlings, those underlings would not leave their original leader’s side. They would assist their leader in digging pits and finding snowflakes to recover when their leader was unable to move, hoping to reclaim their lost territory once their leader had recovered.
Awh\\ so cute?
The brutal zombie power structure… good thing they regrow parts…😳
Thanks for the chapter! That’s how a lot of societies start (at least zombie body parts can be regrown, not like the results of our endless wars, sigh)
This is brutal but so adorable 🥰 😭