Chapter 338: The Spoiled Brat is Bound by Vines (2)

Chapter 338: The Spoiled Brat is Bound by Vines (2)

Song Chuyi had only taken a few steps before he spotted Gu Mingchen and his Blaze Squad.

The group stood together, apparently gearing up for a mission.

After half a year in the apocalypse, the food in and around the base had been nearly exhausted.

Each squad had to travel farther afield to scout for provisions.

This time, due to the host’s meddling, the Blaze Squad had come up empty-handed, so they had to head out again today to search for supplies.

When they saw Song Chuyi emerge, they all shot him looks of distaste and annoyance.

Gu Mingchen, with a serious expression, knit his brows in frustration.

"Spoiled brat, what are you up to now?"

He was running out of patience with this so-called "white moonlight" figure.

It wasn’t without reason; the brat was a constant headache.

Gu Mingchen couldn’t understand why, even in the apocalypse, the spoiled brat couldn’t behave.

If it weren’t for the fact that his teammates had only suffered minor injuries and he, as the captain, was maintaining order, the brat would likely have been condemned.

Gu Mingchen felt exhausted; he really didn’t want to deal with the brat’s messes anymore.

Hearing this, Song Chuyi stopped and asked, "Are you going out to find supplies?"

He was stating the obvious.

The others thought to themselves, their faces showing displeasure.

Gu Mingchen’s expression darkened even more. "We’re not taking you this time."

"Stay put and stay out of trouble."

After saying this, he waved his hand and left with his teammates.

Song Chuyi considered; Gu Mingchen had a significant role in the story’s background.

As a thunder elementalist, he was incredibly powerful and later rose to a leadership position in the central base, with many close companions by his side.

His life was, by all accounts, fulfilling.

Unfortunately, he also failed to notice the vines lurking among the zombie horde.

After the Blaze Squad left, Song Chuyi also ventured out.

The central base was currently the largest survival base in the country and housed the most power users.

Besides the Blaze Squad, there were many other powerful teams.

The host was infamous around the base; as an ordinary person with no abilities, leaning on the powerful for survival was one thing, but stirring up trouble left and right was truly despicable.

So when Song Chuyi stepped out, he was met with open and hidden scorn.

He brushed it off without a second thought.

Xiaotong was still eagerly pitching in his mind.

"Host, are you sure you don’t want to trade for superpowers?"

"Superpowers would help you survive better in this world!"

Song Chuyi poked the little white bun in his mind and asked with a smile, "Xiaotong, did the main system assign you a promotion task?"

"Why are you so pushy about superpowers?"

Xiaotong: "No! I’m just concerned about you, host~"

Song Chuyi scoffed lightly, "Don’t worry."

"Zombies aren’t that scary."

Compared to zombies, those easily missed alien plants are far more terrifying.

Song Chuyi found a clean rock to sit on, and dark green vines stealthily coiled around his ankle.

His eyes gleamed, and he swiftly snatched a small section of the vine.

"Gotcha," he murmured.

The vine seemed frantic and snapped off its tender branch, vanishing into the soil.

Song Chuyi chuckled, examining the palm-sized dark green vine in his hand.

The familiar energy radiating from it confirmed this vine was his nemesis.

But this was likely just a fragment; the real body’s location remained a mystery.

It seemed he’d have to find a chance to leave the base and track it down.

Song Chuyi had no interest in dealing with the Blaze Squad, so when the Blaze Squad once again booted him for being useless, he simply nodded.

"Alright."

His response left everyone speechless.

They couldn’t believe the guy who’d always clung to the squad actually agreed to go.

Gu Mingchen was the first to snap out of it.

This time, he’d returned with enough supplies to last a month.

But he was injured, and the pain left him cranky.

"Where do you think you’ll go after leaving the squad?" he snapped.

"Song Chuyi, do you still think you’re the spoiled brat everyone fawned over?"

Gu Mingchen was done.

Tired of the spoiled brat who couldn’t recognize his own limitations and kept causing trouble.

Song Chuyi shook his head gently at this point, "No."

"I know I'm just an ordinary person."

"Leaving the squad was a decision I made after careful thought."

"Thank you all for taking care of me over the past six months."

He took out a small white bottle and placed it on the table.

"Take this as my thanks for the past six months."

Someone scoffed, "Do you really think we’re still living in peaceful times, spoiled brat?"

"Even if this is an antique, it won’t buy you a single loaf of bread, got it?"

Song Chuyi's lips curled up, "Maybe it’ll buy a lot of bread?"

Without another word, he walked out.

He carried a backpack with a few clothes inside—it didn’t look very full.

But someone wasn’t buying it, "You didn’t stash the supplies we brought back in your backpack, did you?"

The person even tried to grab it, but Gu Mingchen stopped him.

"Are you sure about this, spoiled brat?"

"No one else is going to take care of you but me."

Song Chuyi waved over his shoulder at the crowd.

"See you around~"

As they watched him leave, they couldn’t shake the feeling that he was excited for a fresh start.

After Song Chuyi left, Gu Mingchen stored the small white bottle in his space.

No one knew he had a dual ability, besides the highly aggressive thunder ability, he also had a space ability.

But his space was just one square meter and could only hold inanimate objects, so he didn’t use it much.

The small white bottle was tossed into his space, and no one knew when it would resurface.

After leaving the Blaze Squad, Song Chuyi headed out of the base.

Many were surprised to see him alone, but soon he was forgotten.

For an ordinary person, going out alone was a death sentence.

There was no other outcome.

Song Chuyi wasn’t afraid of dying.

He was just worried that if the villain’s true form was too far from the base, how long would it take to find him?

After walking for two hours, Song Chuyi began to regret it.

"I should’ve bought a car before heading out."

This was his first time in the apocalypse, so he was inexperienced.

Next time, he’s definitely buying a car!

He found a clean rock and sat down.

Dark green vines coiled gently around his ankle, like a delicate anklet.

Song Chuyi noticed it and gave a soft hum.

"I’m hungry."

The vines appeared to understand him. In seconds, a vine-woven basket appeared, loaded with fresh fruit, and was set before him.

The fruits were plump and fresh, like they’d just been picked.

Song Chuyi grabbed a peach, wiped it off, and took a bite.

It was juicy and sweet—even better than pre-apocalypse fruit.

These were probably from a mutated orange tree, though he wasn’t sure if they were safe to eat.

Juice dripped onto Song Chuyi’s lips.

He didn’t notice as the vine’s tip crept up, brushing his lips and lapping up the juice.

So sweet, he mused.