Chapter 300- Cultured Villain vs. Humanoid Weapon (05)
Right now, supplies were the most important thing for everyone. Even Jian Minghui, after exchanging a few brief words with Mu Jin, quickly entered the mall with him, deciding to gather supplies first and talk later.
Mu Jin nodded and followed behind them. On his way here, he hadn’t collected any supplies to save time, so his backpack was now completely empty.
The scythe he was using was something he found while passing through a rural area, spotting it in a field. At the time, he thought its shape was perfect for cutting off zombie heads, and after testing it out, it turned out to be very effective—much more convenient than a dagger.
The mall was large, and because the apocalypse had started with three days of continuous darkness, there weren’t many zombies inside. Although the outer locks had been broken, allowing some zombies to enter, most of them were concentrated on the first floor.
Most of the zombies that had rushed out of the mall had already been eliminated by Mu Jin and the others, leaving the scattered ones inside no match for the group. As for the upper floors, there was even less to worry about.
After the apocalypse, many people awakened abilities, but no one had awakened the rare spatial ability that could store supplies. So, everyone had backpacks and tried to fill them with energy-restoring food and essential daily items.
The mall was large, so the group split up. Mu Jin preferred not to stay with them, so he headed off to some shelves in the distance by himself.
As Mu Jin walked away, Jian Minghui couldn’t help but follow him, as if something beyond his control compelled him to do so.
Although Mu Jin didn’t have a spatial ability, he had 003. With its help, he could use part of the system’s storage space, making it easy to stash away everything he wanted from the shelves.
Mu Jin naturally knew that Jian Minghui was following behind him, but because he trusted his lover, he didn’t hide anything from him. When collecting supplies, he used skillful techniques, taking things in a way that wouldn’t reveal his spatial ability to others.
Jian Minghui noticed that some of the items Mu Jin touched were disappearing right in front of him and immediately knew what that meant. After all, it had been over a month since the apocalypse started, and he had met many students from B University.
In their group of over a hundred people, more than ten had awakened abilities, but he had never heard of anyone possessing a spatial ability. If the person in front of him had such an ability, it was certainly a rare and valuable one.
He didn’t understand why Mu Jin showed no defenses around him. Observing how Mu Jin collected supplies, it was clear he didn’t want others to know the items from the shelves were being stored in a space.
But doing it right in front of him—how could Jian Minghui not notice?
Jian Minghui didn’t know why Mu Jin trusted him so much. As he followed behind, gathering supplies while stealing glances at Mu Jin, he thought about how this was their first meeting, yet the young man was already so unguarded. Suddenly, Jian Minghui felt a deep sense of worry rise in his heart. He couldn’t help but quicken his pace, catching up to Mu Jin, and said, “You should be more careful.”
As the saying goes, “A man without guilt still becomes a target when he carries a treasure.” Although he knew the person in front of him had an incredible combat ability, with speed likely coming from an advanced wind-type power, combined with the skills of a special forces soldier that allowed him to cut through zombie hordes as if they were nothing…
Even so, no matter how strong Mu Jin was, a rare spatial ability would still make him a target for many. If people found out, Jian Minghui worried that Mu Jin would be in danger.
Mu Jin naturally understood what the man was implying. He turned his head and fixed his gaze on his tall lover standing beside him. His expression didn’t change much, but his eyes softened as he gently reassured him, “Don’t worry, no one knows.”
But I know! Jian Minghui opened his mouth, but in the end, didn’t say those words aloud.
Realizing that Mu Jin was cautious put his mind at ease. Though he couldn’t figure out why Mu Jin seemed to regard him differently, he had to admit that it was a good thing for him.
Although he currently didn’t have any abilities, the powers of the ability-users in the group were still low-level since the apocalypse had only just begun. Thanks to the training he and his brother Jian Mingyuan had undergone in the military, their combat skills were much stronger than those of ordinary people.
So, for now, he still held considerable credibility within the group. At the very least, he was more well-liked than his brother, who was quiet and awkward in social situations.
Under normal circumstances, if someone as powerful as Mu Jin—like a walking weapon—joined their team, he would certainly make an effort to build a relationship with him. Especially since it seemed like Mu Jin didn’t have a bad impression of him.
However, for some reason, when he was actually alone with this person, the usual smooth-talking charm he was known for failed him.
Jian Minghui quietly followed behind Mu Jin for a long while. The man who was normally so eloquent suddenly became mute, unable to think of anything to say. After what felt like forever, he only managed to exchange names with Mu Jin, without learning anything more.
Watching Mu Jin pick up a drink from the shelf and gulp it down, then grab a pack of wet wipes to clean his dust-streaked face, Jian Minghui couldn’t help but feel a pang of discomfort in his heart.
Before the apocalypse, he was someone who took great pride in his appearance and loved cleanliness. He knew that he had an exceptional appearance and naturally wouldn’t forget to use it to his advantage.
He even had a slight case of OCD in the past. But after the apocalypse, it became nearly impossible to stay clean, and in times like these, everyone lived rough lives, so he didn’t mind anymore.
However, for some reason, when he looked at Mu Jin, he felt that Mu Jin shouldn’t be this disheveled. Even though Mu Jin looked much better than everyone else, Jian Minghui couldn’t help but feel a faint sense of pity.
This young man was so good-looking, clearly someone who should have been pampered. Yet, here he was, becoming such a formidable figure. Jian Minghui couldn’t help but wonder what hardships Mu Jin had gone through in the past.
Frowning slightly, Jian Minghui instinctively turned away from Mu Jin and headed to another floor. Mu Jin didn’t seem to react much to his lover walking away, as he had clearly felt the burning gaze of the person beside him just moments before.
Just as Mu Jin had expected, even if Jian Minghui wasn’t instantly smitten with him, he would still feel some affection.
Moreover, Mu Jin knew that Jian Minghui was someone who understood the situation well. With Mu Jin presenting himself as an absolute powerhouse, Jian Minghui was bound to have the desire to form a connection with him.
As long as they spent more time together, Mu Jin was confident that his man would inevitably fall in love with him. The same went for Mu Jin himself—he had this kind of blind faith when it came to his lover.
And Mu Jin wasn’t wrong. When Jian Minghui arrived on the third floor, in the men’s clothing section, and held a black coat in Mu Jin’s size, he finally snapped out of his thoughts.
What exactly was he doing? How did he end up on the third floor picking out clothes for that person?
Jian Minghui knew himself well, even though he always appeared thoughtful and considerate. He never truly cared for anyone, and everything he did had a purpose—it was how he conducted his relationships.
So why, when it came to Mu Jin, did he feel somewhat out of control? Jian Minghui was far from being slow-witted, and he quickly sorted out his thoughts.
In his more than twenty years, he had never liked anyone or been in a relationship, but he still understood emotions like attraction and affection. As a normal man, he knew that being drawn to someone who was either powerful or attractive was perfectly natural.
In the past, he had never experienced anything special because he hadn’t met the right person. Now, with Mu Jin’s sudden appearance, capturing so much of his attention, Jian Minghui realized that even if this wasn’t the legendary “love at first sight,” he definitely had some special feelings for Mu Jin.
The thought didn’t bother him in the slightest, even though Mu Jin was also a man. Mu Jin was pleasing to the eye, incredibly strong, and every move he made drew attention. Wasn’t it perfectly normal for him to be attracted to someone like that?
At the end of the day, Jian Minghui concluded that the reason he’d never liked anyone before was that his standards had been too high. That’s why, after all these years, Mu Jin was the first person who caught his eye.
But that was all it was—for now, at least. The apocalypse brought too much uncertainty, and for someone he was interested in, he still felt the need to observe for a while before making any decisions.
With that in mind, Jian Minghui let go of any doubts. For someone he was interested in, it wouldn’t hurt to score some points. He picked out several sets of men’s clothing, all in Mu Jin’s size, figuring that since Mu Jin had space abilities, storing them wouldn’t be a problem.