"Whew~"
With this thought, Saeko Busujima let out a sigh of relief, finally relaxing her nerves, which had been tense for so long. An overwhelming sense of excitement surged within her.
This was the emotional rollercoaster of surviving a desperate situation.
It seemed her gamble had paid off—coming here had indeed granted her a sliver of hope.
Now that her mind was at ease, Saeko began to carefully observe the man before her, who claimed to be their savior.
Yet, with just one glance, she found herself utterly captivated...
His tall, straight figure resembled a slender bamboo, his jet-black hair smooth as satin, neatly tied back with a simple green ribbon. His sharp, sword-like eyebrows slanted upward, framing long, narrow eyes that gleamed with a piercing intensity. His thin lips were pressed together lightly, and his chiseled, angular features seemed like a masterpiece crafted by the heavens.
A black coat draped over his shoulders, its hem fluttering in the wind, adding a wild and domineering aura to his presence.
He stood like a deity who had transcended the mortal world—handsome, noble, and exuding an air of mystery.
Ah, her savior...
...
"What a handsome guy~"
Who just voiced my thoughts?
Saeko turned her head toward the source of the voice and saw Shizuka Marikawa staring at Wu Tong with a lovestruck expression.
Uh...
Well, that's just like her.
Saeko didn't deny Shizuka's remark. Though she wasn't one to prioritize looks, even she couldn't help but lose herself momentarily in Wu Tong's breathtaking beauty.
It was a testament to just how devastatingly attractive his face was to women.
And judging by his demeanor, not only was he incredibly powerful, but his decisiveness in battle suggested he might not even mind her... flaws.
If that was the case...
As these thoughts crossed her mind, a faint blush crept onto Saeko's cheeks.
Seeing the expressions of the two women, Wu Tong immediately understood what was happening.
He hadn't expected that the combination of his savior aura, formidable strength, and peerless appearance would instantly win over Saeko Busujima and Shizuka Marikawa.
It made him sigh inwardly—while the "hero saving the beauty" trope might be cliché, it was still remarkably effective.
Truly, if the hero was handsome, the beauty would inevitably offer herself as repayment.
The ancients didn't lie!
"So, ladies, what are your plans now?"
Suppressing his emotions, Wu Tong posed the question to them.
"Uh... nothing, really. We're just taking things one step at a time."
The two exchanged glances, both seeing the same uncertainty in each other's eyes.
Finally, Saeko spoke up.
Her mother had passed away early, and her father had traveled to another city before the apocalypse. With no way to contact him, it was highly likely he had already met a tragic end. With no family left, she had no concrete plans for the future.
Shizuka was in a similar situation—her only close friend, Rika Minami, wasn't by her side, and her own absent-minded nature left her with no clear direction.
"If you don't have any plans, would you like to come with us?"
Just as I thought. This significantly increases the success rate of my recruitment plan.
With that in mind, Wu Tong extended his hand to the two women.
After sharing another glance, they nodded. "Sure. We'll be in your care from now on."
Plan successful!
(Wu Tong's current gains: A world's protagonist's authority currently under erosion, and a harem +2.)
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Meanwhile, in the Yanhuang Territory...
First Yuying High School, City H.
"Brother Chulan, Brother Xiao Yan, we truly owe you our thanks. If it weren't for your help, our entire school might have been wiped out by those monsters."
"There was no warning at all. By the time we realized what was happening, it was already too late."
"Thank you so much."
A middle-aged man in a suit gripped Zhang Chulan's hand tightly, expressing his gratitude.
His once-neat suit was now slightly disheveled, stained with blood, making him look somewhat disheveled.
This man was the school's dean. Earlier, he had been disciplining some unruly students when the apocalypse suddenly descended.
After witnessing his students transform from normal individuals into bloodthirsty, murderous monsters, the dean suppressed his panic and led a group of teachers to organize a defense, protecting survivors and fighting the zombies.
When Zhang Chulan and the others learned of this, they couldn't help but admire the dean's courage. He was a true educator, one who embodied the spirit of teaching.
Under normal circumstances, the team the dean had assembled would have been enough to hold out.
But as expected, the unexpected happened.
With so many students taking shelter, oversight became lax, and inspections weren't as thorough as they should have been.
The dean never imagined that someone would hide the fact that they'd been scratched by a zombie, clinging to false hope.
The consequences were predictable.
A single zombie appearing in the middle of the crowd spelled disaster.
The situation grew increasingly dire. The group had to fend off zombies outside while dealing with the threat within.
Gradually, their numbers dwindled. Just as despair began to set in, a group of heroes appeared out of nowhere.
With overwhelming force, they effortlessly resolved the crisis.
The dean would never forget those godlike figures.
A white-haired elder in Taoist robes, his body radiating golden light, wielded countless golden threads that sliced through zombie heads with ease.
A young man with white hair, dressed in pristine white, moved with the grace of an immortal, his body enveloped in a pale energy that made him seem divine.
An old man in a suit casually drew talismans in the air, unleashing a storm of heavenly thunder and earthly fire that annihilated hordes of zombies.
A young girl wielded golden flames like a fire goddess, incinerating everything in her path.
A youth brandishing a massive ruler swept through the zombies with brute force, reducing them to pulp.
...
And especially...
The school, now transformed into a survivor stronghold, was encased within towering stone walls.
Behind them, stone spears impaled every last zombie with pinpoint accuracy.
...
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