Chapter 2 — Queen of the Apocalypse

No one answered the phone. Call my brother too. Still no one answered the phone. I called again and again, made more than a hundred phone calls, and finally called my mother.

“Van Van!” My mother's voice was shrill and shrill, with noise and screams in the background, "Where are you!"

“School library——”

“Stay there! Don't go anywhere! I'll tell your dad to come pick you up!”

“Mom, there are zombies outside——”

“I know! Your father is awake! He can handle it!”

The phone is disconnected. Awaken? What is awakening? I crouched behind the bookshelf in the corner of the library, surrounding myself with more than a dozen books, listening to the movements outside. Scream. The sound of running. The sound of glass breaking. There were also those strange screams — nothing like what a human could make. It's dark then light again, light then dark again. I don't know how much time has passed. I only know that when I'm hungry, I take a bite of the unfinished bread in my backpack. When I'm thirsty, I drink tap water from the tap in the bathroom. My phone had run out of battery a long time ago. I used the library's desk phone to call my mother several times, but each time I couldn't call her. I'm not the only one in the library. There were seven or eight more students, scattered in different corners. We looked at each other across the bookshelves, no one dared to speak. On the night of the third day, a fire suddenly broke out outside. Not an ordinary fire. It was a bright red flame, burning like it was alive, rushing inside from the library door, burning the three zombies blocking the door to ashes. My father stood in the firelight. His whole body was wrapped in a bright red flame, his eyes also burned with fire, like a god of war coming out of mythology.

“Van Van!” He called, “Come here!”

I crawled out from behind the bookshelf, my legs were so weak that I couldn't stand. He pulled me up, looked me up and down, confirmed I was not injured, and then hugged me tightly. Just one. Then he said: “Go.” That night, the four of us gathered at a rest stop on the highway on the outskirts of the city. When my mother saw me, her eyes were red, but she didn't cry. She just walked forward, hugged me, then took two steps back and began to check my body condition. My brother stood next to me, nodding at me as a greeting. Even three days ago, we were still a normal family. My father is a middle manager of a state-owned enterprise, my mother is an elementary school teacher, my brother has only been working for a year, and I am still in college. Three days later, everything changed. My father awakened an S-class Fire-type ability. My mother awakened an S-level Ice-type ability. My brother awakened an S-level Space ability plus Instant Teleportation — he can open a two-cubic-meter storage space in the void, and can also instantly teleport to any place within sight. And me. Nothing. There were more than twenty survivors hiding in the rest stop. They surrounded my brother, begging him to go to the supermarket next door to get some supplies. My brother glanced at me, hesitated a bit, then left. Three minutes later, he brought back three boxes of mineral water, two boxes of instant noodles and one box of medicine. The whole stop was boiling. Those survivors knelt down to thank him, some even cried and wanted to bow to him. I stood in the corner of the room, looking at this scene, and suddenly understood something. The end of the world has changed. The world has changed change. As for me, nothing has changed. At the rest stop, there was a little girl, about five or six years old, who curiously ran up to me and asked: "Sister, what is your superpower?" I squatted down, smiled and said: "You don't have superpowers." The little girl tilted her head: "So how did you survive?" I don't know how to answer. That night, our whole family crowded into the staff lounge of the rest stop. My father sat guard at the door, my mother leaned against the wall to take a nap, and my brother couldn't sleep. I lay on the ground, staring at a crack in the ceiling, suddenly asked: "Dude, can the Space system contain living people?" He was stunned for a moment: "No. Living things cannot be put in."

“So what can you hold?”

He didn't answer. But I know the answer. I can't contain anything. My mother suddenly spoke up: "Van Van, don't think too much. With your parents here, no one dares to bully you." I said "yes" and closed my eyes. But that night, I couldn't sleep. Chapter two: Dawn light Three days later, we arrived at “Thu Quang Base”. The base was built on the city's former stadium, the outer ring was surrounded by containers and trucks, the inside was full of tents. The entrance is guarded by armed soldiers, and each person entering must go through three rounds of checks - body temperature check, wound check, and abnormality check. When it was my father's turn, the meter lit up red.

“S-class Fire System!” The soldier in charge of registration rolled his eyes, "Sir, please come in! Go straight to area A to register!"

My mother's turn was red again.

“S-class Ice type! Oh my god, what day is today!”

When it was my brother's turn, the meter directly reported exceeding the threshold.

“S-class Space System plus Teleportation?” The other soldier's voice was inflected, "Sir, are you the legendary dual-type? There are only three dual-type people in the whole base!"

When it was my turn, the meter didn't react at all. The soldier looked at me, then at the gauge, then back at me.

“Normal people?”

I nodded. His eyes changed.