Chapter 2 Awakening of the Super

Shane frowned, although he couldn't explain what Mike wanted, but from his tone, he knew that this matter wasn't simple.

"Okay, I'll contact you when I get back. The other day when we went to eat, San said that the goods would arrive in two days, I'll try to buy them all."

Mike knew that Shane would try, so he would definitely use all means to make it happen.

"Yes, there's also food and supplies, buy all the remaining money, and don't leave it in the warehouse, keep it wherever you are."

Shane's temples twitched, and he blurted out, "The end of the world? Or are you planning to live in seclusion with me and enjoy your old age."

Suppressing the urge to hang up the phone, Mike spoke with a bit of weariness, "You go to work, do well and you'll be rewarded, if you can't finish, you'll have to pay with your life."

Not wanting to waste any more words with him, Mike directly hung up the phone.

The spacious living room fell into silence for the second time. Mike looked around, which was very familiar, but now felt a bit strange.

Blurry, hazy, and even listless.

He couldn't explain why he had clearly been eaten by a group of zombies, yet now he was sitting safely on the sofa. It all felt like a nightmare, a terrifying yet incredibly real nightmare.

So real that it scared him more than despair, like vines wrapped around his heart to the point of not being able to breathe, weaving through every nook and cranny in his mind.

Looking at the paring knife in the fruit plate on the table, Mike thought, since he was going to die anyway, why not end it now?

Everything that had passed was about to happen again, if he still couldn't escape, then why step into hell again?

The pain when the sharp blade touched his skin made his mind clear up a bit.

Looking at the drops of fresh blood falling on the white ceramic tile floor, he sneered sarcastically.

Since when did he become so weak and fearful, whether it was a dream or reality, he shouldn't have ended his life in this way.

Casually tearing off the tablecloth and tying it to the wound, Mike took out his cell phone and dialed a number.

The flight to City Bliss wouldn't be until the night after tomorrow, and it would take 15 or 16 hours to drive.

Mike looked at his watch, it was only eight in the morning, he remembered that it had only happened on the morning of the 9th, if he left immediately, he would still be able to make it to Shane's place.

He knew that he was very clean now, but he always felt like there was a sticky, nauseating stench surrounding him.

So even though time was pressing, he still wanted to take another shower.

The fragrant smell of shower gel wafted out, making the stench in his memory lessen a bit.

Looking at the white soap bubbles flowing down his body and into the drain, Mike thought about whether he should use his fragrant soap to stuff the zombies' teeth.

Standing under the shower with his head down, letting the warm water pour down his back, Mike opened his eyes and suddenly saw a purple tattoo appear on his pelvis.

It was a blooming flower, its color was like dark blood red, surrounded by leaves on all sides, or like mist, carrying a faint purple color surrounding the blood-colored flower, the flower bud about to bloom seemed to have life, beautiful and eerie.

His grandfather was an expert in ink, he liked to write calligraphy and paint ink paintings since he was young, and after he became an adult, he considered it his lifelong career.

And the name Mike was given to him by his grandfather.

However, almost no one knew that his grandfather knew how to tattoo, and his skills were so good that few artists could compare.

It wasn't because his technique was so amazing, but because of the tattoo ink.

His grandfather was taught a secret by his master, he didn't know what was added to the ink, and when he tattooed it on his body, it made the tattoo come alive as if it had life.

When he was 7 years old, his grandfather went to teach at a university, and the nanny had to take a day off that day, so he had no choice but to take him to school with him, and then let him read books in the library while waiting for him.

He stood in a deserted corner, saw a book with a bookmark, and at first glance he liked the pattern on it and couldn't put it down, he treated it like a treasure and brought it to show his grandfather.

Maybe it was because his grandfather saw that beautiful thing and it made him itchy, or maybe it was because he liked it so much.

But in general, because it had been so long, he couldn't remember clearly, he only remembered that he wanted to tattoo it below his pelvis, because he felt that this flower should grow in a place where only his closest relatives could see it.

Touching the tattoo, after so many years the color is still like new.

Wearing a temporary robe and walking out of the bathroom, he packed a few things and prepared to leave.

Some clothes and daily necessities and personal items, if he passed a pharmacy on the way he could buy some medicine.

While walking, he thought about what he needed. His body suddenly jerked, and when he opened his eyes, he was petrified by the scene.

A vast expanse of green, a clear lake, and a green grass carpet crawling on the black ground.

What was this?

Space... supernatural power?

Everything had its own laws, mutual generation and mutual inhibition, so in this world there was no such thing as absolute power.

Therefore, when zombies broke out and human lives were threatened, it would trigger infinite potential, a kind of potential that broke through the inherent limits of humans and created supernatural power.

This was nature's answer.

According to Mac ​​explanation, it means that humanity has mutated, some have turned into zombies, and some have turned into superheroes.