Ice Age Apocalypse: I Hoard Billions of Supplies
Chapter 696: I Just Want to Get Stronger So Badly

Chapter 696 - I Just Want to Get Stronger So Badly

Zhou Ke’er immediately said, “I’ll head to the infirmary later and scrape off a bit of powder. That should be enough for research.”

Zhang Yi nodded. “Alright, no rush on this one.”

According to the intel the Jiangnan District had gathered so far, Moon of Corrosion had suffered heavy losses and vanished without a trace.

Most likely, they were laying low to recover or recruiting reinforcements.

In other words, Zhang Yi would have a period of relative peace.

Thinking of how Yang Xinxin had just awakened her superhuman ability and was still resting, Zhang Yi smiled and said, “Let’s go eat first. Once Xinxin wakes up, I’ll tell you all what’s been going on lately.”

Zhou Ke’er wrapped her arms around Zhang Yi’s shoulders, leaning in with a tone of dependence, “Okay! You’ve got to spend tonight telling me everything in detail.”

Tonight, Zhang Yi absolutely had to go to her room and have a good talk.

Zhou Ke’er stayed in the infirmary to watch over Yang Xinxin.

After someone awakens their superhuman ability, there’s always a period of adjustment, and someone needs to be there to avoid any accidents.

Meanwhile, Zhang Yi went upstairs with Lu Keran to meet the others.

Zhou Haimei and Yang Siya were busy preparing food. A lavish welcome feast took a lot of time to put together.

Zhang Yi ran into Uncle You, who had just come back from training downstairs, drenched in sweat.

But now, he didn’t look like a man in his forties at all.

His body was covered in bulging, corded muscles. His arms were even thicker than Zhou Ke’er’s thighs.

He wore a black tank top and had a towel hanging around his neck, wiping away his sweat.

As soon as he saw Zhang Yi, Uncle You gave him a warm, simple smile.

“Zhang Yi, you’re back? How was the mission in Blizzard City? You didn’t get hurt, did you?”

Just like everyone else, Uncle You asked about Zhang Yi’s health right away.

Once he knew Zhang Yi was okay, he relaxed.

But right after that, he started grumbling.

“I told you already—if you were gonna fight those Neon Nation punks, you should’ve taken me with you!”

He thumped his chest with a loud thud, thud.

“Uncle You might not be good at much, but I’ve still got some strength left! Worst-case scenario, I’d do a one-for-one with a Neon punk—at least that’d lighten your load a little!”

Zhang Yi chuckled.

Moon of Corrosion wasn’t just your average gang of ronin—their strength was terrifying.

Rumor had it that back in eastern Neon Nation, they’d wiped out dozens of superhuman organizations.

With Uncle You’s current level, it’d be tough for him to go toe-to-toe with their members.

If the drugs in Blizzard City really can boost a superhuman’s power with no side effects, then maybe it could help Uncle You and Fatty Xu, Zhang Yi thought to himself.

After all, both of them were below Delta-level superhumans.

In theory, they couldn’t absorb the superhuman essence from others to rapidly increase their strength.

But with the advent of the Great Mutation Era, no one dared to claim they fully understood mutation anymore.

What if—just what if—even a Beta-level superhuman pushed their ability to the limit? What kind of power would that be?

Zhang Yi pondered the thought for a moment, but didn’t go deeper into it—this wasn’t an area he understood well enough.

Still, with more interactions with the Jiangnan District in the future, he might get a chance to meet their researchers and gather intel on this stuff.

He pulled his mind back and smiled at Uncle You. “Things were pretty chaotic at the time. Everyone was assigned by the district—I couldn’t just call in whoever I wanted.”

Uncle You sighed, his eyes dimming a bit.

“I know... I know there’s a huge gap between my abilities and yours.”

“I’ve been working hard to regain my military skills—shooting, hand-to-hand combat, recon.”

“But the further I go, the more I realize how terrifying superhumans really are.”

“If we run into another monster like Yuan Kongye, there’s no way a regular human can handle that.”

Even now, everyone in Tianhai City and the Black Robe Investigation Team had a lasting impression of Yuan Kongye’s fearsome power.

That kind of strength—just a flick of the wrist could shake heaven and earth—could destroy a warrior who had trained hard for two and a half years in an instant.

Zhang Yi patted Uncle You on the shoulder.

“Monsters like that are rare. You can’t judge things by normal standards. Everyone has their own strengths. What matters is playing to them. No need to compare yourself to others.”

Just like Yang Siya.

Her ability was just to make superhuman energy dishes. She wasn’t exactly a battlefield asset—honestly, she had no combat power at all.

But she still found a way to contribute.

Day or night.

“Hahaha, you’re right!”

A confident spark lit up in Uncle You’s eyes.

“There’s gotta be something I can do for you!”

He looked at Zhang Yi with determination.

Zhang Yi felt a warm glow in his heart. “It’s something we do for each other.”

Two hours later, Zhou Haimei and Yang Siya finally finished preparing a massive feast.

Yang Xinxin, under Zhou Ke’er’s care, had also woken up.

They all came down to the first floor. When Yang Xinxin saw everyone, her expression was composed.

But from her lifted lips, it wasn’t hard to see a proud gleam she couldn’t hide.

She was still an eighteen-year-old girl, after all. It was hard for her to balance maturity and intelligence perfectly.

But that was understandable.

Yang Xinxin walked gracefully over to Zhang Yi and, without a shred of hesitation, gave Fatty Xu a look.

Fatty Xu obediently moved over to a small stool nearby.

Yang Xinxin sat beside Zhang Yi, sweetly wrapping her arms around his and tilting her head up to look at him with a bright smile.

“Big Brother, from now on, I can help you!”

Zhang Yi was curious about her superhuman ability and playfully flicked her soft little nose.

“You’ve always been my best helper.”

Yang Xinxin giggled. “It’s different now.”

She didn’t need to hide away in the shelter anymore.

Now, just like Liang Yue and Hua Hua, she could follow Zhang Yi into battle.

That piqued Zhang Yi’s curiosity even more.

Logically speaking, Yang Xinxin’s awakening had been extremely intense—she’d gone through thirty-seven cycles of death.

But as far as brutal awakenings went, it was hard to say hers was more extreme than Zhang Yi’s.

After all, Zhang Yi had been hacked to death slowly, one cut at a time, until his deep resentment finally triggered his awakening.

Yang Xinxin, although she’d experienced many deaths, subconsciously knew it was just an experiment—Zhou Ke’er would save her at the critical moment.

He leaned in close to her ear, his warm breath brushing against her crystal-clear earlobe.

“So, what exactly is your ability? Tell your big brother.”

Yang Xinxin’s neck turned bright red. Like a mischievous little devil, she lowered her head and whispered, “Big Brother, wanna try it out for yourself?”

Zhang Yi was dumbfounded. “Try it out?”

So, it wasn’t a purely offensive-type ability, huh?

Author's Note