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Completely ignoring Zhou Ye's previous instructions, he dreamed of becoming a so-called hero, and as a result, he was tackled and then contributed another scream.
The plot effects of "The Apocalypse of the Brainless" may have been late, but they have arrived.
"These idiots!"
Zhou Ye cursed under his breath, too lazy to even use his imaginary weapons to clean up these suicidal guys. "They seem to be enjoying this apocalyptic revelry," Saeko Busujima said calmly, with a hint of sarcasm. "Enjoy my foot!" a boy's voice suddenly interrupted from the side.
"What are you guys up to, sneaking around like this? Are you planning to abandon your classmates and run away?"
Zhou Ye and his two companions stopped and looked toward the source of the sound. Several boys dressed in basketball uniforms, wielding crowbars and baseball bats, blocked their path. The one in the lead had a look on his face that said, "I see right through you."
Zhou Ye raised an eyebrow: "Something wrong?"
"Of course there is something!"
The boy in the lead raised his chin.
"The school is in grave danger right now, it's time for us to unite and overcome this crisis together! Mr. Zhou, Mr. Tohsaka, and the school's most beautiful girl, Busujima, where do you three want to go?"
Nami was furious:
"Let's go rescue people! Unlike some people who only cause trouble!"
"Rescue?"
The boy scoffed, "I bet you guys are planning to steal something, aren't you? There must be plenty of good stuff in the faculty dorms!"
"you……"
Zhou Ye raised his hand to stop Nami, looking at the boy: "We're just going to the faculty dormitory to get something. What, you have a problem with that?"
"I knew it!" the boy said smugly. "Classmates, they admitted it! They wanted to profit from the national crisis!"
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Some of the students who had initially hesitated also showed expressions of doubt.
Saeko Busujima took a step forward, her sharp katana lightly tapping the ground:
"Move aside. Or, I'll help you move aside." Her tone was soft, but the invisible pressure made the boys instinctively take a small step back. "You... what do you want? Do you want to hit someone?" The leader of the boys was all bark and no bite.
"Teacher Zhou, it's Busujima!"
A girl wearing glasses rushed over, "You guys need to go check this out! On the third floor of Building B, Professor Welsh and the others are trapped in the chemistry lab by a bunch of zombies! They've sent out a distress signal!" Zhou Ye glanced at the boys in basketball uniforms: "Did you hear that? A teacher needs rescue. Aren't you heroes going to show your bravery?"
The boys looked at each other, their earlier arrogance diminished considerably.
"The chemistry lab... there might be dangerous chemicals there..."
A boy muttered to himself.
"You go ahead! We...we'll take care of the safety here!"
The boy in the lead stubbornly insisted. Zhou Ye, too lazy to pay them any more attention, said to Nami and Saeko Busujima:
"let's go."
The three bypassed the group of "campus guards" and continued on their way.
"A bunch of trash."
Nami said in a low voice.
"No, they are excellent bait."
Saeko Busujima corrected him.
"It can at least attract some of the zombies' attention."
Zhou Ye didn't speak; his attention was already focused on the faculty and staff dormitory building they were about to enter.
At the entrance of the dormitory building, several zombies were tirelessly banging on the tightly closed glass door.
Without hesitation, Zhou Ye deployed his [Imaginary Space], and several silent pistols appeared, accurately piercing their skulls. Pushing open the door, a faint smell of blood wafted out.
"Looks like some unlucky souls have already gotten in."
Chapter 57 Saeko Busujima's Speculation
Looking at the dimly lit corridor inside the dormitory building, Zhou Ye decided to stop hiding.
With a thought, the [Imaginary Space] quietly unfolded.
Under the slightly surprised gazes of Nami and Saeko Busujima, twelve figures appeared out of thin air in front of them.
These figures are not human, but bio-mechanical beings with an average height of 1.8 meters.
They wore full-coverage tactical helmets with a faint red glow at the visors, and dark urban camouflage combat uniforms that covered their bodies made of metal and polymer materials.
Each robot is standardly equipped with an M4 sniper rifle, a pistol holster and several magazine pouches hanging from its tactical belt, a military pistol strapped to its thigh, and a tactical knife strapped to its calf. Several robots in the team also carry Remington shotguns and heavy riot shields.
As soon as they appeared, they automatically dispersed, forming a sentry formation, their guns pointed in all possible directions of threat. Their movements were fluid and precise, exuding a chilling efficiency of killing.
Of course, its exterior is covered with a thick layer of artificial skin for disguise.
Saeko Busujima lowered her wooden sword slightly, her beautiful eyes sparkling. She circled a shield-wielding robot, tapped the shield, and produced a dull metallic sound.
"Teacher Zhou, you really are...you always open my eyes."
She clicked her tongue in amazement, "Could you be Doraemon reincarnated? Whether it's the old mansion or this place now, you always manage to conjure up so many novel gadgets."
Zhou Ye remained expressionless.
"You think too much."
He doesn't have that kind of all-powerful four-dimensional pocket. Although the ability to construct [Herrscher of Reason Fragment + Muneko Fragment] is powerful, it also has many limitations and is far less free than Doraemon's.
"If I were Doraemon, I could easily solve this biohazard by simply pulling out an 'What-If Phone Booth' or a 'Dictator Button.' Why would I need to be so cautious and take every step with such care?"
Zhou Ye's voice carried a hint of self-mockery.
Nami walked over to a robot holding an M4 and carefully examined its equipment, her eyes sparkling with admiration for the sophisticated weapon.
She nodded in agreement:
"Yeah, Saeko. If our boss really had Doraemon's abilities, why would he need to worry about those zombies outside or be wary of Lickers? He could just say, 'I don't eat beef,' and not only would the T-virus in the entire Raccoon City become ineffective, but the demons and Umbrella would all be wiped out. Even if other humans knew our boss had such power, they could still do whatever they wanted without any scruples."
Saeko Busujima nodded thoughtfully; she understood. Zhou Ye's ability could perhaps be understood as a "low-budget version of Doraemon" with many limitations and reduced power.
Everyone has their secrets, especially someone like Zhou Ye who can create things out of thin air; he probably has even more secrets. If you expose them, either everyone will live in peace and maintain the status quo, or it might mean a life-or-death struggle.
She wisely refrained from pressing further, but the excited smile on her lips deepened. With these tireless, fearless mechanical dolls leading the way, the subsequent rescue operation at the faculty dormitory would undoubtedly be much safer, and perhaps even more exciting. She had complete confidence in Zhou Ye's ability to eliminate Muzan Kibutsuji, the Demon Slayer Corps' greatest nemesis in a thousand years.
Zhou Ye ignored the two women's thoughts.
His inner world at this moment was far more complex than his outwardly calm demeanor suggested.
Possessing fragments of the Herrscher of Reason, the Herrscher of the Void, and Talking Tom, his abilities become increasingly incredible as he unlocks and fuses them.
Constructing matter out of thin air, maneuvering in short distances, and even distorting the logic of reality to some extent—these powers give him the means to survive, and even thrive, in this collapsing world.
But it is precisely because of this that he acts with even greater caution.
He could tamper with Jill and the others' memories without any scruples, erasing their exploration of the origins of their abilities, because he defined this behavior as "necessary self-protection."
In this chaotic apocalypse, he didn't want to be bound by any rules; he just wanted to be a free man with his own moral bottom line.
His bottom line is to not intentionally harm the innocent and to protect those he trusts. As for the others, whether they live or die, what does it matter to him?
Aside from the necessary effort to accumulate points, it's all about respecting others' fates, letting go of the urge to help others, and avoiding self-pity.
"Prepare to enter."
Zhou Ye snapped out of his thoughts and gave instructions to the robot beside him.
The lead group of shield-wielding robots immediately began to move, their heavy alloy boots clattering softly and rhythmically across the dusty tiles. They formed a tight shield wall, M4 rifles extending steadily forward from the firing ports of the shields.
The remaining robots followed closely behind, spreading out in a tactical formation, keeping watch on the doors on both sides and the ceiling above.
"Keep up," Zhou Ye gestured to Nami and Saeko Busujima.
The three walked in the center of the robot formation, completely protected.
Nami held the police Glock she found in the security room in one hand, and tightened the strap of her backpack with the other, which contained some first-aid medicines and high-energy food she had collected.
Saeko Busujima gripped her katana tightly again. Despite the robots clearing a path, she remained vigilant, even more eager for the potential battle. These robots were powerful, but they couldn't experience the thrill of slaying.
The dormitory building was deathly silent, with only the sound of their footsteps echoing in the empty corridor.
The stench of blood in the air grew stronger, and drag marks and scattered debris could be seen on the ground, indicating that more than one chase and killing had taken place here.
"Sixth floor, room 607."
Nami whispered a reminder, "Shizuka is right there."
Zhou Ye nodded. Through the shared vision of the [Herrscher of Reason Fragment], he could clearly "see" the situation in front of the robot and around it in a 360-degree circle.
Most of the doors on both sides of the corridor were closed, and some doors had scratches and dents from impacts.
"Something's coming."
Zhou Ye suddenly spoke.
Almost the instant he finished speaking, three figures staggered out from around the corner of the corridor ahead.
There were three zombies dressed in faculty uniforms. Their skin was ashen, their eyes were cloudy, and they were making unconscious growls. As soon as they smelled the scent of living people, they rushed forward.
Without Zhou Ye giving the order, the two shield-wielding robots at the front reacted almost simultaneously.
The muzzle flashes of their M4 rifles were faint, and the specially designed suppressors reduced the sound to an extremely low level, leaving only a slight "puff puff" sound...
Three bullets hit the heads of three zombies precisely.
The exploded heads splattered like rotten watermelons, red and white matter flying everywhere. The three zombies fell to the ground, their bodies twitching a few times before ceasing to move.
The entire process was smooth and quick, taking no more than two seconds.
Nami's eyelids twitched. These robots were incredibly efficient in combat, even more ruthless and precise than the most elite special forces.
Saeko Busujima licked her lips, a hint of regret flashing in her eyes. It was too fast; she hadn't even had a chance to make a move.
"Cleanup complete, move on."
Zhou Ye's voice remained completely calm.
The robot squad stepped over the zombie corpses and continued advancing towards the stairwell.