Chapter 7 — Apocalyptic Grass Sprouts

Day 850. Fly-catching plants covered the entire wall. The golden petals sparkled in the sunlight, like a layer of golden armor. No one dared to come close. Everyone knows that patch of grass knows how to move, knows how to eat zombies, knows how to protect the base. To Van sat on the city wall, looking at the wasteland in the distance. The flycatcher surrounded her, its leaves gently patting her back.

“What are you doing?”

“Look at you.”

“What are you looking at me for?”

“I'm afraid you'll go away.”

“I won't go.”

“You will. Everyone will go.”

“I won't.”

Silence.

“The one who sows seeds in me will also go.”

To Van squatted down and stroked its leaves.

“I won't.”

The leaves wrapped around her fingers, very tightly. That day, Tran Uyen arrived. S-class supernatural power, the strongest existence in the entire area. He stood under the city wall, looked at To Van's flycatcher, and narrowed his eyes.

“What is this?”

“Weeds.” To Van said.

He laughed.

“Weeds?”

He squatted down, reaching out to touch.

“Don't touch…”

It's late. The moment his hand touched the leaf, the leaf suddenly closed, wrapping around his wrist. The fluff hits. His face changed. The other hand clapped forward, a ray of light emitted from the palm of the hand - the fly-catching leaf was shaken off and retracted. But there were a few more needle holes on his wrist. Blood leaked out. He bowed his head and looked at his hand, then looked at the flycatcher.

“Interesting.”

He stood up and looked at To Van.

“This is your special ability?”

“Yes.”

“Grade F?”

“Yes.”

He laughed.

“Grade F?”

He patted her shoulder.

“Hide it well. Don't let others know.”

He's gone. To Van squatted down and looked at the flycatcher. It's moving. The leaves turned to the direction Tran Uyen left, gently shaking. It's missing him. It's waiting. Tran Uyen is here again. This time not alone. He brought with him ten people with supernatural powers, all of whom were A level or higher. He stood under the city wall, looking at To Van.

“Give me the grass.”

“Don't give it.”

“Do you know who I am?”

"I know. S-class psychic."

“So you must know, I can kill you.”

To Van laughed.

“Try it.”

His face changed. He raised his hand, a light erupting in his palm - The flycatcher moved. Tens of thousands of trees burst out of the ground at the same time, their leaves opened, their hairs stood straight, like a golden tsunami. They covered the entire city wall and the entire street. Tran Uyen's light hit the leaves, the leaves broke, but new leaves immediately grew. He hit ten times, the leaves broke ten times, but each time they grew back. His face changed.

“What the hell is that!”

To Van squatted down and touched the stick to catch flies.

“Let him go.”

The leaves rolled up and wrapped around Tran Uyen's feet.

“Stop! Stop! I admit defeat!”

To Van looked at him.

“So why are you standing there?”

The leaves let go. Tran Uyen got up and ran away. The ten supernatural beings he brought had long since run away. To Van squatted down and stroked the leaves to catch flies.

“Why don't you eat him?”

“You told me to let him go.”

“Next time, don't listen to me.”

“… Okay.”

Day 950. Tran Uyen comes again. This time he brought along twenty people with special abilities, all of them were S-rank and A-rank. He stood outside the city wall, looking at To Van's flycatcher, his face very gloomy.

“Hand over the grass.”

“No delivery.”

“Do you know the consequences?”

"I know. I can't beat it."

His face changed.

“Get out!”

Twenty supernatural beings took action at the same time. Light, fire, electricity, ice At the same time, hit the fly-catcher. Petals break, stems break, fluid spurts out. The back of To Van's neck hurt, blood oozed out. But the broken stem immediately grows back, new petals open and wrap up. One person. Two people. Three people. Ten people. Twenty people. All wrapped tightly.

“Stop! Stop! I admit defeat!”

To Van looked at him. For the first time, she held back.

“Let them go.”

The leaves let go. Twenty people fell to the ground, their bodies full of needle holes and blood. They got up and ran away. Tran Uyen ran last. He turned his head to look at her.

“You will regret it.”

To Van laughed.

“It won't.”

Day 1000. Tran Uyen comes again. This time, he brought along fifty power users, all of them S-rank. They stood outside the city wall, looking at To Van's flycatcher, their faces pale.

“Hand over the grass!” Tran Uyen shouted.

To Van sat on a tree catching flies, looking down at him.

“No delivery.”

“Do you know the consequences?”

"I know. I can't beat it."

His face changed.

“Get out!”

Fifty supernatural beings took action at the same time. Light, fire, electricity, and ice hit the fly-catching tree at the same time. Petals break, stems break, fluid spurts out. The back of To Van's neck hurt, blood oozed out. But the broken stem immediately grows back, new petals open and wrap up. One person. Two people. Ten people. Fifty people. All wrapped tightly.

“Stop! Stop! I admit defeat!”

To Van looked at him. Second time. She couldn't hold back anymore.

“You said the same thing last time. You said the same thing the time before that.”

She touched the flower petals of the flycatcher.

“Eat.”

The flower bud opened, revealing a blood-red mouth, filled with fangs. In one bite, he swallowed an S-class psychic. Another bite, another person. Another bite, another person. Tran Uyen looked at her accomplices being swallowed one by one, her face turned from white to blue, from blue to purple.

“No… don't…”

To Van did not look at him. She was looking at the flycatcher.

“Is it delicious?”

“Delicious.”

“Then continue.”