The Scum Shou's Survival GuideChapter 113.1

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Editor: mantou ZyiCkQ

Ye Ming opened his eyes, disoriented. He suddenly realized that, from the very start, Yang Qian may have never intended to give him his freedom.

He hated him this much, so how could he possibly let him off so easily?

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So, this so-called opportunity was nothing more than a ruse for the sake of letting him have a taste of despair, letting him know that he’d never be able to escape from the palm of his hands. Yang Qian blamed him for choosing Huo Yi back then, so once he had the ability to return, he used these kinds of methods to torment him, wanting to make him regret his decision.

The depths of Ye Ming’s heart was ice-cold… but, if he hadn’t done that back then, and resisted with his supposed backbone, the ones who would’ve died would’ve been the two of them. Was it wrong to sacrifice himself in exchange for giving the other a chance, then? BrqRMz

But now he was thinking, maybe he was wrong…

In this hellish world after the apocalypse, if all of the persistence and hope inside of him were gone, then what was the point of being alive?

If holding on to hope was this painful, and he could only thoroughly sink into depravity, and either transform into a demon, or be reduced to an ant without the slightest dignity, then what was the point of being alive?

Yang Qian pinched Ye Ming’s chin, forcing him to turn his head, and softly chuckled, “You don’t look happy at all. Do you not like me treating you like this? Or are you just used to it being someone else?”

There was a faint smell of blood coming from between his lips. Ye Ming shut his eyes, and said in a hoarse voice, “Whatever you think, ba.” No matter what I say, you won’t believe it anyway.

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Living was still something worth looking forward to.

But now, it was exactly this person who had slapped away all of his dignity and persistence, taking back all of the very things he had once given him.

Yang Qian grabbed on to Ye Ming’s hair and dragged him in front of a mirror in the living room. That grim face with a scar on it glowed with the dim light from the fire, resembling a merciless demon. He spat out heartless and callous words, “Look at your lowly appearance. There can’t be anyone more disgusting than you.”

Ye Ming looked at the person in the mirror. That person who cut a sorry figure without clothes on to cover his body that had marks on it from head to toe, and a face with a palm print on it, truly was filthy and disgusting. XTZt5H

Ye Ming couldn’t bear to look anymore, and shut his eyes. He hated what he was like right now.

Yang Qian’s jaw was clenched tight, his gaze piercing and cold. He knew that he was being very cruel right now, but this was who he was now. When he’d returned from that deadly predicament, the only thing left in his heart was hatred.

He used to be full of hope for this world. He protected the person that he loved. As long as this person was still there, he felt that no matter how difficult things got, he would still have the motivation to persist onwards. Being alive was not completely without meaning.

But in the end, he lost him. In this world, if only ruthless demons could survive, if only being cruel to others could prevent himself from getting hurt, then he would just become a demon then. tbC8rF

Wouldn’t it be far more relaxing to abandon unnecessary compassion and sympathy, to give up on those useless and ridiculous things?

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Daybreak the next day, Zhao Jin and the others came back.

Ye Ming opened his eyes in a daze. He was sore all over, and practically couldn’t stand up. Yang Qian patted his face, casually wrapped him up inside his coat, then directly picked him up and flung him over his shoulder, and walked out just like this. 9sBbdL

Ye Ming’s stomach was uncomfortable in this position, and he struggled for a while, but he couldn’t get away from Yang Qian at all. He looked at those people’s contemptuous gazes, sizing him up as though he was a commodity, making him feel ashamed and pained.

This time, Ye Ming wasn’t given the right to sit by himself in the back. He was carried over by Yang Qian and flung onto the back seat. Then, he held onto him and placed him on his lap as they set off on a bumpy ride.

On the way back, they didn’t encounter large groups of zombies, while the small groups of zombies were cut down like melons and chopped up like vegetables by Yang Qian’s team, and didn’t pose a threat at all.

When they stopped for the night, Ye Ming was like an appendage of Yang Qian, and could only stay together with him. 8hEiRG

Because there were so many people nearby, Yang Qian didn’t actually do anything to him, but Ye Ming didn’t feel any relief on the inside, because he knew this was only temporary, and he couldn’t see any hope or a way out of such a life.

It was very cold at night, and Ye Ming couldn’t help but curl up a bit. Yang Qian noticed it and reached out to pull Ye Ming into his arms.

Yang Qian’s embrace felt solid and warm, instantly dispelling the night’s chill, just like a long time ago, when he’d also held him like this for warmth. Ye Ming shut his eyes in pain. He didn’t want to be this weak any longer. He didn’t want to keep recalling how warm this person had been to him in the past, anytime he was just a little good to him.

That was all in the past now. lIAbhF

Ye Ming struggled to get away, but as soon as he moved, he was held down by Yang Qian with force. He lowered his head and laughed into his ear, “Really disobedient. Are you hoping for me to do a little something to you? I don’t mind doing it here. A slave like you is just for people to vent themselves on anytime and anywhere.”

Ye Ming’s face turned pale. He didn’t know if Yang Qian’s words were to threaten him or if he would really do it…

If this were the past Yang Qian, then he would never do it. But, the current Yang Qian would probably do it, ba?

Ye Ming didn’t dare to gamble, so he could only obediently stop moving, an embarrassed look in his eyes. f5reQU

Yang Qian gave a low, teasing laugh. He seemed to think that it still wasn’t enough, and kissed Ye Ming’s lips, his gaze not containing the slightest bit of warmth. He said, “It’d be best if you learned how to please me. If you can’t even please your owner, then I’ll send you over to someone else, although you probably don’t even mind who it is you’re with… but, the other person may not be as generous as I am, and let you eat your fill, and put on clothes. Since you want to sell it, then you might as well sell it to the strongest one, wouldn’t you say so? After all, you’re a smart person, just like how you chose Huo Yi back then.”

Ye Ming’s chest heaved for a bit, and he wanted to say something. But, he didn’t say anything in the end. If humiliating me like this can make you feel happy, then so be it, ba. 

Yang Qian saw Ye Ming not refuting, and derision emerged in his eyes.

You see, this is the correct way to obtain you. With people like you, sincerely cherishing them is of no use at all. Instead of wasting those useless emotions, it’s better to become strong.  rYUgpD

In this post-apocalyptic world, just being powerful makes it possible to obtain everything.

Including you.

Story translated by Chrysanthemum Garden.

And the weak deserve to lose everything, to be enslaved and humiliated. This is the reality, and I should’ve recognized it a long time ago.

The translator has something to say: Ye Ming-gege… (｡•́︿•̀｡) oQ2izk