Rebirth Stockpiling: The Little Girl Sweeps Through the Apocalypse-Chapter 456

Xiao Feng immediately turned and ran.

One or two zombies he could handle, but a dozen coming at him at once? That was more "love" than he could bear.

He leaped into a narrow side path, planning to change direction and head toward the library.

But when luck runs out, even drinking water feels like choking.

At the end of the alley—more zombies!

At least thirty or forty of them!

Everywhere he looked, they filled the space.

"Damn it!"

Xiao Feng cursed under his breath and slammed on the brakes.

Now, trapped between two threats, he had nowhere to go.

On one side was a pool of water, on the other, a smooth, unclimbable wall. There was no escape.

If he jumped into the pool, the zombies would follow right after him. He wouldn’t have time to scramble out—meaning he’d essentially be serving himself up on a platter for them to feast on.

No way into the pool, no way up the wall. Gritting his teeth, Xiao Feng tightened his grip on the wooden stick in his hand and decided to fight.

Success meant survival.

Failure? Well, he’d just be reborn a hero in eighteen years.

He spun around and charged straight at the dozen zombies.

The zombies were savage and relentless, but Xiao Feng fought with desperate courage, striking them down while searching for a way out.

He managed to take out four of them.

For an ordinary person, that would’ve been impressive.

First time fighting, and he’d already killed four.

But reality was cruel—killing four meant nothing when the rest were closing in.

Nearly fifty zombies now swarmed toward him, forcing him back against the wall. He raised his stick, desperately trying to keep them at bay.

Just as he thought he was about to meet the King of Hell, a searing blast of fire erupted from his palm.

The flames roared forward, slamming into the zombies directly in front of him and sending them stumbling back—before they burst into flames.

His wooden stick wasn’t spared either.

Feeling the scorching heat in his palm, Xiao Feng quickly tossed it aside.

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Stunned, he stared at the fire consuming the zombies.

Where the hell had that come from?!

A wild guess formed in his mind.

He glanced at his palm, then smirked.

Buff acquired—just like that!

Guess art really does imitate life.

And games? Well, they’re no exception.

Game skills had somehow jumped into reality.

Fueled by confidence, Xiao Feng raised his hands again, aiming at the next wave of zombies rushing toward him.

"Boom!"

Another fiery blast erupted.

With his sharp instincts, he quickly mastered the basics of his fire-based ability.

Under his relentless assault, he finally carved out an opening.

He hadn’t wiped out all the zombies, but escaping was victory enough.

Ignoring the horde still chasing him, he sprinted toward the library.

Spotting a pipe leading straight to the roof, he started climbing.

Luckily, by the time the zombies caught up, he was already high enough.

The undead gathered below, clawing at the air, but they couldn’t reach him anymore.

After escaping the school, he felt lost.

The world was overrun with zombies—where could he go?

Then, an image of his grandmother flashed in his mind.

His eyes lit up.

Right—Rong City!

He immediately found a truck with keys still in the ignition and a full tank of gas.

At first, he couldn’t even tell the accelerator from the brake, let alone drive. The first truck ended up wrecked beyond repair.

He went through two more vehicles before finally getting the hang of it.

Proof that practice makes perfect, right?

Never had a driving lesson, but wrecking a few cars was education enough...

With the truck now under control, Xiao Feng set off for Rong City.

Having traveled between Xiang City and Rong City many times before, he still remembered the route.

But the roads weren’t what they used to be.

Early on, he’d been chased, cornered, and forced to detour around abandoned vehicles blocking the way...

Yet every obstacle only sharpened his survival skills.

Each life-or-death encounter pushed him to tap into his resilience and raw talent.

With every fight, he grew stronger.

Fortunately, once he left Xiang City, the threats lessened.

On the highway, he only occasionally encountered wandering zombies, easily avoided with a quick stomp on the gas.

Finally, he crossed into Rong City’s territory.

Since his grandmother lived in the countryside, he turned onto a rural road after exiting the highway.

Fields stretched on either side, meaning fewer zombies along the way.

Then one day, as he drove, he spotted a group of people surrounded by zombies—right in the middle of the road.

To pass, he’d have to clear them out.

So he stepped in.

His arrival was nothing short of a miracle for the survivors.

His abilities left them in awe.

Afterward, ​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌‌​​​​​‌‌​​​​​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌‌​​​​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌​​​​‌​​‌‌‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​​​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​​‌‍they couldn’t stop thanking him.

"Seriously, thank you, young man. You’re so young yet so powerful—your future is limitless," one of them praised.

"It's almost dark, young man. Our dog breeding farm is just ahead. You saved us, so we must properly thank you. Come back with us, and let us do our duty as hosts."

Xiao Feng considered that night was approaching and he hadn’t found a place to stay yet, so he agreed.

At the dog farm, he was given the highest hospitality.

The people there spared no expense, preparing a lavish meal for him—all in hopes of recruiting him into their group.

With someone so capable by their side, wouldn’t they be able to do whatever they wanted from then on?

After the meal, they even sent a woman to his room.

But the next moment...

"Get out!"

A furious roar erupted from inside the room.

The woman was thrown out in disgrace, her clothes disheveled.

"What happened?"

Several men dragged her aside and asked in hushed, displeased tones.

The woman trembled as she replied, "I did exactly as you said—I tried my best to seduce him, but he... wasn’t interested."

She didn’t dare say the words "utterly disgusted," afraid the men would think her useless.

They frowned.

"Fine, let’s leave it at that for today. Tomorrow, we’ll send someone else. Maybe he just doesn’t like this type."

One of them smirked lewdly. "Young men his age are full of vigor. Once he gets a taste, he’ll be hooked."

The next day, Xiao Feng intended to leave immediately.

But his car’s tires were slashed.

The dog farm people promised to fix them as soon as possible.

With no other choice, he had to stay.

Yet by the morning of the third day, they still hadn’t repaired the car, instead constantly urging him to remain. Only then did he realize their true intentions.

Perhaps they were the ones who had punctured his tires in the first place.

Enraged, he gave them a thorough beating.

Under his fury, they finally hurried to fix his car.

Just as he was about to leave, he noticed a rather interesting little girl.

On the surface, she looked pitiful, but her words always exposed the flaws in her so-called mother’s stories.

What he didn’t expect was that he would later see that same little girl again—at his grandmother’s house...