Chapter 4 — After the Apocalypse, I Raised the Wrong Lich King

His voice was not loud, but everyone around him heard it. Many people began to look at me with expectant yet complicated eyes. That's right, using the life of a monster in exchange for the safety of the entire base, this trade sounds very profitable. My heart sank little by little. At this moment, Mac Tran, who had always been silent, suddenly moved. He pulled me behind him and walked to the edge of the wall himself. He looked at the arrogant scar-faced man below, without any expression. The scar-faced guy also noticed him and whistled:

“Oh, this white-faced guy looks good. Kid, give the woman next to you to me, I'll spare you from death.”

Mac Tran's eyes narrowed dangerously. I tensed and grabbed the corner of his shirt.

"Mac Tran, don't get excited."

He didn't turn his head, just patted my hand reassuringly. Then, in front of everyone, he jumped off the ten meter high wall.

“Boom” sound.

He firmly landed on the ground, the cement floor under his feet cracking like spider webs. Everyone took a deep breath of cold air. The scarred man's smile stiffened on his face.

“You… what are you?”

Mac Tran did not answer him. He just raised his head, his dark eyes looking at me. Then, he raised his hand, pointed at the scarred man, and then pointed at his mouth. I was stunned for a moment before I understood what he meant. You are asking me: can this person eat? 5. My scalp immediately went numb. Eat people? No way, absolutely no way! I quickly shook my head at him vigorously, making a large slash in front of my body with both hands. Mac Tran seemed a bit disappointed, but still obeyed and lowered his hand. The scarred man opposite was obviously angered by Mac Tran's actions.

“You want to die!”

He roared, raised the gun barrel and aimed straight at Mac Tran.

“Dang!”

The deafening sound of gunfire rang out. I was so scared that my heart stopped beating. But Mac Tran just tilted his head. The bullet, enough to penetrate steel, stuck in his forehead, not even scratching his skin. He reached out, used two fingers like plucking thorns, "picked up" the deformed bullet from his forehead, and conveniently threw it to the ground, making a clear "clink" sound. The whole world seemed to freeze. The people of "Rattlesnake" all looked dumbfounded. The scar-faced man glared even more as if he was about to fall out, his hand holding the gun began to tremble.

“Love…you monster!”

A junior behind him screamed miserably, dropped his gun, turned and ran. Panic spread like a pestilence. Mo Tran moved. His figure was as fast as black lightning, instantly rushing into the crowd. What followed was a one-sided massacre. No, it's not accurate to say massacre. Because he didn't kill people, he just used an extremely effective way to make everyone lose their fighting ability. He crushed their guns, broke their bones. The screams echoed endlessly, but no one died. In less than five minutes, the "Rattlesnake" team, which was still extremely arrogant, was lying on the ground like a pile of torn dolls. Only the scarred man was still standing there intact. It wasn't that Mac Tran forgave him, but he was so scared that he peed his pants, his legs were shaking, he didn't even have the strength to run. Mac Tran walked step by step in front of him. The scar-faced man made a "thud" sound and knelt down, tears streaming down his nose and throbbing his head:

“Don't kill me! Grandpa forgive me network! I don't dare anymore!”

Mac Tran looked down at him from above, then turned his head to look at me. That look seemed to be asking: Is this person really not allowed to eat? The smell doesn't seem too bad. I quickly ran down the wall, rushed to his side, and grabbed his hand:

“Okay okay, let's go home, I'll make you something delicious.”

At this time, Mac Tran withdrew his eyes and obediently let me lead him away. When passing by Lam Vi, I stopped walking. His face was pale, his eyes looking at me were full of fear. I didn't say anything, just pulled Mac Tran straight to my room. Behind was the loud cheers of the entire base. From that day on, no one dared to disrespect Mac Tran anymore. He became the guardian angel of our base. And I, To Niem, became the one raising the guardian god. Lam Vi completely withered. He saw me and Mac Tran both taking a detour and didn't dare mention the "safety hazard" anymore. Life in the base restored peace and was even better than before. Mac Tran's existence has shocked all the villains. As for me, I focused on researching my "child-rearing experience". I discovered that Mac Tran looked more and more like a human. He started trying to say a few more complex words, although still very slowly and clumsily.

“Today… the weather is… good.”

“You... are beautiful.”

Every time he said a word, I happily patted his head and rewarded him with a piece of compressed cake. He will squint his eyes, like a well-groomed cat. I taught him to use all kinds of human tools, taught him to read and write. His learning ability is so strong that he almost never forgets it once he sees it. I often give birth to a hallucination. He is not a zombie, just a normal person with amnesia and not good at speaking. Until that day, I had a high fever. In the apocalypse, getting sick is a very dangerous thing. Even a small cold can kill someone. I was feverish and drowsy, lying on the bed unable to move. Tieu Vu gave me medicine, but the high fever still did not go down. I had a fever so dry my mouth was dry and my tongue was constantly mumbling:

“Ice… want to eat cold food… ice cream…”

Everyone knows I'm raving. Five years after the end of the world, not to mention ice cream, even ice cubes are a luxury. Only Mac Tran always sat quietly next to my bed, holding my hand tightly. His hand was very cold, like a natural cooling patch, making me feel much more comfortable. I fell asleep dreamily.