Chapter 3 — After the Apocalypse, I Raised the Wrong Lich King

No need to venture into the black forest this time. While saving people, Mac Tran conveniently twisted the head of a mutated wild boar. I cooked a large pot of brain soup, the aroma wafted everywhere. I carried the soup and entered the room. Mac Tran was sitting by the window, looking at the desolate world outside. The moonlight fell on him, there was a feeling of loneliness that was hard to put into words. Hearing the noise, he turned his head to look at me. In that moment, I felt like I saw a living person, a person with thoughts and feelings.

“Eat.”

I gave you the bowl. He accepted the bowl, but didn't eat it right away, but used a spoon to take a spoonful and brought it to my mouth.

“I… eat.”

I was stunned. Are you… feeding me? 4. In the end, I still didn't eat that spoonful of brains. I gracefully expressed that I preferred to eat rice. Mac Tran seemed a bit lost and quietly drank the entire bowl of brain soup. After returning from the black forest, Mac Tran's position in the base changed dramatically. No one calls him a "monster" anymore, and no one dares to say this or that in front of me anymore. Their eyes looked at him, from fear to awe. As for me, I also turned from a "nervous child raising monsters" into "the boss's woman". Okay, this is the original text of Tieu Vu's words. Every day I receive all kinds of "offerings". Today Truong Tam brought two precious cans of canned meat, tomorrow Ly Tu brought a clean package of compressed cakes. They didn't dare to give it to Mac Tran directly, so they all gave it to me.

"Sister Niem, this little bit of sincerity, let... let old Mac taste it."

I accepted it, laughing and crying, then turned around and said to Mac Tran who was sitting on the sofa "watching TV" - actually just staring at the black screen:

“Look, now you're the mascot of our base.”

Mac Tran didn't react, but when I approached, he naturally reached out and pulled me to sit next to him. He seemed to enjoy physical contact with me. Holding hands, hugging, sometimes even like small animals, resting their head on my shoulder. At first I was very shy, but gradually I got used to it. In the apocalypse, having a cold "heating bag" is actually not bad. Only Lam Vi still holds great hostility towards Mac Tran. The wound on his hand, under the treatment of my plant powers and medicine, has healed. But the problem in his heart grew bigger and bigger. Several times he suggested during the meeting that Mac Tran was a huge safety hazard and needed to be controlled.

"Control? How to control?"

The head of the base, an old man with gray hair, asked back:

"Was it you who controlled him, or did I control him? Who fought him?"

Lam Vi choked his throat.

“To Niem can!”

He pointed towards me:

“He was brought back by her, surely she has a way!”

Everyone's eyes once again focused on me. I spread my hands:

“My way is to make delicious food for him to eat every day, to make him happy.”

Lam Vi was so angry that he almost vomited blood:

“Are you raising pigs?”

“What about raising pigs?”

What I say makes a lot of sense:

"Raised pigs are fat and have meat to eat. Mac Tran has raised them well and can protect our entire base."

The meeting broke up unhappily. That night, I had a nightmare. In the dream, the whole world is red. The zombie wave covered the sky and earth, and Mac Tran stood on top of the zombie wave, coldly looking at me. I was scared to death Feeling cold, I jumped up from bed. As soon as I opened my eyes, I was faced with a pair of deep black eyes. Mac Tran sat next to my bed, I don't know how long he looked at me.

“Having… a nightmare?”

He asked hoarsely, reaching out to touch my face. I instinctively retreated back. His hand stiffened in midair. The atmosphere in the room immediately dropped to freezing point. I saw the light in his eyes gradually darken, returning to its original empty appearance. My heart suddenly tightened.

“No… I'm not afraid of you.”

I quickly explained, holding his cold hand:

“I just… dreamed about some bad things.”

His hand was very cold, but I held it very tightly. He pulled me into his arms, hugged me in an awkward position, and gently patted my back.

“Don't be afraid.”

It's still those two words, but they immediately make me feel secure. I leaned against his cold but solid chest, listening to the sound of the wind blowing outside, for the first time feeling that the end of the world didn't seem so scary. The next day, something happened to the base. Not zombies, but people. A group of survivors calling themselves "Rattlesnakes", driving several modified armored vehicles, blocked the gate of our base. The leading man had a fierce scar on his face, carried a large rifle, and arrogantly shouted:

"People inside, listen up! Hand over half the supplies and all the women, or we'll raze this place!"

The warning bell in the base rang loudly, everyone tensed up and held up their weapons. Our base is not large, less than a hundred people in total, and the fighters are only more than thirty. As for the enemy, there were forty or fifty people standing at the gate alone. Each name is fierce and evil, equipped with elite equipment. If we fight head-on, we have no chance of winning. The base chief's face turned pale, he leaned on his cane and walked up the wall.

“We have no intention of antagonizing anyone, but your demands are too much!”

The scar-faced man smiled fiercely, raised his hand and fired a shot into the wall next to the base chief's feet, scattering rubble.

“Old man, I won't negotiate with you!”

He arrogantly pointed the gun barrel at us:

"I'll count to three. If you still don't surrender, don't blame us for being rude!"

In the base there was silence. Everyone's faces were written with fear and despair. Hand out supplies and women? So what's the difference between death? Lam Vi's face changed continuously. He suddenly grabbed my arm, lowered his voice and said:

"To Niem, let your monster out! Isn't it a good fighter? Let it deal with those people!"

I pushed his hand away and looked at him coldly:

"Mac Tran is not my weapon."

“When have you been protecting him!”

Lam Vi was impatient, his voice also changed:

“Do you want to see everyone die? It's just a monster, dead is dead, we're the ones who are alive!”