After leaving the infirmary, the rescue team led by Aslan began their operation.
Aslan walked at the front, while Saeko followed behind, keeping watch for undead approaching from the rear.
Shizuka calmly walked in the middle, protected by both of them.
Although the hallway was filled with numerous undead, they posed no threat whatsoever to Aslan.
For any undead blocking his path, he only needed to flick a finger, and their heads would vanish—leaving their bodies motionless.
As for undead attacking from behind, that was Saeko's responsibility. Aslan trusted in her strength.
After all, if she wanted to earn achievements, Saeko had to contribute too.
After clearing all the undead along the way, the trio arrived at the first-floor lobby.
In the lobby, many undead stood still, silently waiting for fresh meat.
Aslan looked at them, shook his head helplessly, then snapped his fingers.
One by one, the undead collapsed, their heads rolling across the floor, their red eyes still reflecting bloodthirsty instincts.
Yet neither Saeko, Aslan, nor Shizuka cared. They continued walking toward the school gate.
"Alright, no more undead. Let's keep moving."
"Mm, Aslan-chan is so kind."
However, the moment they stepped out of the school building, a shout rang out.
"Look, that's Marikawa-sensei!"
As a teacher, Shizuka enjoyed considerable popularity at school—especially among male students.
The reason, of course, was something everyone with eyes could understand.
"There's also Busujima-senpai, and one unfamiliar person. How did they get out?"
"Wait! Where are the undead in the lobby?"
A sharp-eyed student noticed the lobby's undead appeared to have been cleared.
Undead heads were scattered across the floor.
Among the three, only Saeko was carrying a weapon.
It was obvious who had eliminated the undead.
It must have been Busujima-senpai!!!
She was the kendo club captain and had even won a national tournament championship.
Who else could have cleared the undead like that?
Instantly, the students who had been hiding from the undead felt a glimmer of hope for survival.
Since the undead relied on sound to locate prey, as long as they were careful and stayed quiet, many students had survived.
Of course, this might also be due to Aslan's team moving quickly and Aslan having already cleared most of the undead earlier.
"Busujima-senpai, please save us!!!!"
"Marikawa-sensei!!!"
The emotionally fragile students couldn't help but scream!
But this scream didn't just attract Aslan's attention—it also drew the undead's.
The remaining undead, upon hearing the noise, couldn't resist roaring and rushing toward the source.
"Aslan-kun, should we save them?"
Saeko, holding a sword already soaked in thick zombie blood and stained with blood across her body, asked Aslan.
She was listening to Aslan, since he was the team leader.
"No need. If they can't even escape from a few undead like these, they'll have an even harder time surviving outside."
Aslan shook his head. He had already cleared them!
There were at most two to three thousand people in the school, yet the number of zombies he'd already eliminated was seven to eight hundred.
He had no intention of saving the Japanese people—they weren't characters he'd ever liked.
[T/N: There it is! Chinese racism toward the Japanese!]
But just as Aslan took a few steps forward, a group of students surrounded them, and the only one who stepped forward was a bespectacled teacher.
"Shido Koichi."
A blonde girl in the distance growled as she saw the teacher emerge.
Her voice was low, but not low enough to escape his ears. Aslan glanced at her curiously.
Were these four members of the original story's protagonist group?
Then Aslan shifted his gaze, focusing on the teacher named Shido.
He looked at Shido with interest.
He was very curious what this despicable teacher intended to do.
What excuse would he use to get rid of Aslan?
"Sir, you don't seem to be a teacher at our school?"
Shido adjusted his glasses, stared at Aslan, and asked, waiting for a response.
All the while searching for a reason to expel Aslan from Fujimi High School. He wanted to be the sole leader here.
Saeko would make an excellent enforcer, and Shizuka was very popular.
If it weren't for Shizuka's popularity at school and her close friend Minami Rika, Shido would have already used underhanded methods to get Shizuka.
Now that the apocalypse had arrived, wasn't this the perfect opportunity?
Looking at Shido, Aslan couldn't help but laugh bitterly. He had no idea where this despicable teacher got his courage.
"Ah, looks like I cleared too many undead."
Aslan couldn't hold back his laughter. He raised his hand, formed a pistol shape, and pointed it at Shido.
*BANG!*
The next second, an invisible spatial line shot from the tip of his finger.
He was too lazy to waste time talking with these people.
"So, is there anyone else who wants to stop us?"
Seeing Shido's corpse lying on the ground, his face frozen in disbelief, all the students wisely stepped aside and opened a path.
Only Miyamoto Rei cheered excitedly.
"Great! That despicable teacher deserved to die!!!"
Then her mouth was covered by Komuro Takashi, who pulled her away.
"Aslan-chan, aren't we supposed to save the world? Why aren't we saving them?"
Clueless Shizuka didn't feel much about Shido's death. But shouldn't a savior save everyone?
"We already saved them."
"We cleared a lot of undead. Now, the remaining undead in the school aren't more numerous than the students. With the supplies and fences here, as long as they're smart and brave enough, they'll definitely survive."
Aslan didn't expect them to live forever—just long enough until China developed the cure.
At most, one or two months. And with the school as a gathering point, Aslan couldn't believe they couldn't survive even a month?
If not, then this group was truly useless.
"Mm-hm!! Aslan-chan is the best!!!"
Shizuka couldn't resist hugging Aslan, rubbing her large chest against him.