Zombie World No Saint Novel by WriterLola _ Novel





Zombie World No Saint Chapter 01

I stayed up late reading a post-apocalyptic novel.
The bleeding-heart female lead made me so mad I almost had a heart attack.
I never expected that when I opened my eyes again, I would have transmigrated into it.
The female lead was screaming about going to save someone.
"That's a living, breathing child!"
I delivered a flying kick and booted her right out of the base.
"It's the apocalypse, and you're still trying to guilt-trip people?"
A bleeding-heart, huh?
Bleeding-hearts are exactly who I beat up!
......
I was woken up by a burst of screaming.
"That's a living, breathing child!"
Opening my eyes, a flood of unfamiliar memories rushed into my mind.
A few minutes later, I realized I had transmigrated into a book.
Into the post-apocalyptic novel I was reading last night.
The female lead was Noelle Brooks, and the male lead was Gavin Pierce.
One was a bleeding-heart, and the other was a lovestruck fool.
In an apocalypse swarming with zombies, they flirted and fell in love while getting their teammates killed.
As for the original owner of this body...
Forget it, it doesn't matter. She was about to die anyway.
The conversation outside had already moved to the next stage.
"Noelle, you can't go!"
The male lead was frantic.
"It's too dangerous out there, how can I let you go?
If anyone goes, it should be me!"
Here it comes, the classic trope.
During a zombie horde, the female lead spotted a strange child passed out a few hundred meters away.
Her bleeding-heart flared up immediately, and she wanted to save him.
But she wasn't going to go herself.
She guilt-tripped others into doing the saving.
The male lead immediately rallied a group of volunteers and rushed out.
Only to find out upon arrival that the child had long been dead.
Out of eight people, only the male lead made it back.
This body of mine was one of those cannon fodders.
For some reason, the original owner kicked the bucket early.
So unlucky me transmigrated over.
I took a deep breath and walked out of the temporary break room.
Inside the factory, there was a dense crowd of about a hundred people.
They were covered in dirt, their eyes numb.
The male lead was standing on a high vantage point.
"We need volunteers to go save that child!"
No one was willing to go.
The howling of zombies outside rose and fell in waves.
This was the apocalypse!
Some lowered their heads, some took a step back, and some hugged their own children tighter.
"How can you all be like this?!"
Seeing no one step forward, the female lead rushed out with red eyes.
"Put yourselves in their shoes. If it were your own child trapped out there, wouldn't you save them?"
The crowd remained silent.
With red eyes, the female lead swept her gaze across the room.
"You're all too cold, too selfish!
How long has it been since the apocalypse started?
Have you already lost all your humanity?
If we can't even hold onto our last shred of kindness, then what's the difference between us and the zombies outside?"
She grew more agitated as she spoke, her voice trembling.
"If you ignore that child, will you really be able to sleep at night?"
Someone couldn't help but mutter.
"If you're so kind, why don't you go?"
The female lead whipped her head around. "Me?"
Tears streamed down her face, looking incredibly wronged.
"Do you think I don't want to?
But I have to coordinate the supplies!
I have to take care of everyone!
If I leave, who will manage things?"
Pausing for a moment, she added self-righteously: "Besides, my ability is healing. Going out there is just a death sentence!
If I die, what will happen when everyone gets hurt later?"
Someone in the crowd clenched their fists.
"Your life is a life, but ours aren't?"
The male lead stepped in front of the female lead to shield her.
"Noelle, say no more. These people... their humanity has been ground away by the apocalypse.
They don't understand that kindness is the bottom line, the very foundation of being human.
It's enough that we understand it ourselves."
The female lead looked at him, deeply moved.
The male lead coaxed her for a moment.
Then he turned to face the crowd and began calling out names.
"Mr. Pendelton, you're a Level 3 Strength-type. You're coming with me."
The middle-aged man's face paled at being called.
"Marcus Vance, you're fast."
Another burly man lowered his head.
"Daniel Hayes, Victor Cross..."
Name after name was called out.
Those called looked as though they had just been handed a death sentence.
As the male lead was the strongest fighter in the base, no one dared to refuse him.
Finally, his gaze landed on me.
The original owner of this body also had an ability.
D-rank mental power.
Basically a human radar.
Able to sense lifeforms within a hundred-meter radius.
The male lead fell silent for a moment: "You're coming too."
The female lead walked up to me.
She patted my shoulder with a look of utmost sincerity.
"Thank you all, you are all good people.
I will pray for you."
I cast my eyes down at her hand.
It was fair and clean, the nails neatly trimmed and painted a pale pink.
It was the third year of the apocalypse.
Her hands were cleaner than my face.
Just as everyone was checking their gear, a sudden ding echoed in my mind.
[Host awakening detected. Apocalyptic Thrill-Read System successfully bound.
New quest issued: Kick the male and female leads out of the base.]
[Quest Reward: S-rank Ability: Steal]
My golden finger had arrived?
It was a thrill-read system!
I was saved!

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