Chapter 137: Charles, You Always Forget

Chapter 137 Charles, You Never Learn

Zhang Fanxi of Shadow stared at the commotion near the girls' dormitory, his face stiffening.

"Captain, will Momo be okay alone?"

Shen Qingci, anxious, urged the team, "After clearing this zombie wave, Liujin, take some people to check the other side and see if you can bring Momo over to the boys' dorm."

Ye Liujin led about seven people, attempting to push through the cluster of gravestones toward the girls' dorm. However, the moment they stepped into the gravestone area, they felt an intense burning pain in their throats.

At the same time, the team members' HP Bars began dropping rapidly.

He immediately ordered a retreat and returned to the team.

Ye Liujin, "Captain, it seems we can't move between the boys' and girls' dorms unless we destroy these gravestones."

Owen Kage, "Sirius already tried improvising makeshift bombs to blast them, but it had no effect on the gravestones."

Shen Qingci gritted his teeth, glaring toward the girls' dorm. "Keep searching! There must be a way to destroy the gravestones somewhere on the map."

....

Wu Chong leaned forward nosily, unable to resist peeking, only to be yanked back by Jie Chen grabbing the back of his collar.

Wu Chong flailed like a caught fish, "Let me go! I want to see what that commotion was about!"

Jie Chen tossed Wu Chong backward, sending him face-planting on the ground. [HP -1]

Wu Chong, "!!!! Captain! Vice-captain!! Jie Chen hit me!"

Jian Suiyu's tone was icy, "You deserved it. Didn’t you see how Shadow lost a third of their HP trying to force their way through the gravestones?"

Wu Chong whined, turning to Shen Que, "Captain, won’t you stand up for me? You saw Yue Yue earlier..."

Shen Que kicked a zombie away and tilted his head, "Deserved."

Wu Chong, "..." Oh, come on!

Wu Chong huffed and turned to Richard and Fu Yanqi, only to find the two standing idly by—one sitting quietly on the ground, spacing out, and the other clutching a cross, mumbling something unintelligible.

Wu Chong was about to lose it, "What are you two even doing?!"

Richard replied matter-of-factly, "Everyone’s working hard. I don’t want to dirty my clothes, but I’ll support you all in spirit."

Fu Yanqi closed his eyes, checked out entirely, "Tired."

Jian Suiyu observed the team’s lack of motivation and stroked his chin. "Honestly, these zombies are so weak even Shadow could handle them easily. Compared to previous World Bosses, this year’s Boss map feels way too boring."

Wu Chong kicked the ground, fuming, "What’s wrong with all of you?! Aren’t you worried about Yue Yue?!"

As soon as he finished speaking—

The team watched as the zombie spawns halted abruptly, then began spawning relentlessly, like clockwork. Unlike the usual dopey, slow zombies, the newly spawned ones now wore different outfits.

Some held poles and sprinted before pole-vaulting, others wore heavy-duty football armor, and some even carried giant metal barriers.

Everyone turned to look at Jian Suiyu, who smiled. "Called it. The Boss punishes anyone who underestimates him."

Fu Yanqi suddenly opened his eyes. "The omens say—change is here."

Jie Chen charged forward, going berserk on the mobs. *Clang!* The iron gate caved in from a fire extinguisher swing, leaving a huge dent.

Shen Que gripped an iron rod he'd wrenched straight off a steel bed frame, each swing striking zombie weak points dead-on.

After wiping out a wave of monsters, loot bags scattered across the ground.

Fu Yanqi did a quick calculation. "Wu Chong, you're on bag duty."

Wu Chong jabbed a thumb at himself, "Me? Seriously? I'm notorious for bad loot luck."

Fu Yanqi nodded, "You're the only one here with middling luck. Everyone else has cursed-tier luck."

Wu Chong, "...." What kind of cursed crap did you pull to deserve this?

Scooping up the bags, Wu Chong suddenly gasped:

"Whoa! There's a prop card—'Rampant Peashooter'!"

Richard grinned, "I cracked the zombies' brain signals. They're terrified. T-terrified of plants!"

Wu Chong lit up, "So these Peashooters work against zombies?"

He slapped the Peashooter onto the ground. The second it hit air, the thing went berserk, spamming shots like crazy—even nicking nearby Falcon and Shadow squadmates.

"Blaze! The hell was that?!"

"Hey, you! Control your damn plants!"

Wu Chong yanked the Peashooter back. "This thing's gone rogue!"

Jian Suiyu cut in, "There's gotta be a control method. If it's not here, check the school building.

Just saw Shen Qingci from Shadow with some weird-ass hammer—one-hit KO for regular zombies, three for elites.

Probably looted it there yesterday."

Shen Que spun around. "Going back now."

Jian Suiyu warned, "Hold up. After sunrise, that building's way riskier than the plaza.

From the noise earlier, someone in the girls' dorm might've already found plant-control props."

He almost added that with that level of quick thinking, 98% odds pointed to Wu Yue—

But Shen Que was already hellbent on going back—screw what anyone said.

Then, from the girls' dorm: "CAPTAIN!!"

All four male leaders whirled to see Wu Yue jumping like a loose bottle cap beside the 6'2" Wu Xiuli.

Shen Que's ears twitched. He bolted toward her without thinking.

Wu Chong watched the guy who'd claimed he "had it coming" dive into a tombstone swarm, HP bar dropping like a rock.

He rolled his eyes so hard they nearly stuck. "Pfft!"

Wu Yue flailed wildly, "Back up! NOW! Captain, retreat!"

Hefting a huge sandbag, she roared, "Cap, don't drop this!"

Shen Que barked, "On it!"

Wu Yue placed the sandbag on the Corn Soup Launcher’s tossing spoon, shining a flashlight on it with a merciless threat:

"Throw it higher and straighter, or I'll blind you with this light."

The Corn Soup Launcher, ...Yes, master.

Under its toss, the sandbag traced a ridiculously high arc, clearing the clock tower—a ludicrously long throw at an awkward angle, landing precisely a meter behind Shen Que.

Wu Yue patted the launcher’s head approvingly and casually shoved an entire zombie into its mouth.

"Eat up, you’ve earned it."

The Corn Soup Launcher chewed noisily.

*Thanks, boss, but it’s kinda hard to swallow.*

Falcon leader Charles suspected the sandbag held the secret behind the girls’ dorm explosion.

He lurked, ready to snatch the intel first. Spotting Shen Que turn, he smirked, all teeth and malice.

"It’s not yours yet."

A murderous vibe radiated from Shen Que. He answered with a cold curl of his lips.

In a flash, he struck—ramming the sharp rebar straight into Charles’ lung.

Behind Shen Que’s pale pupils lay pure bloodlust and madness. As Charles gaped in shock, he whispered:

"Charles, you never learn."

With a brutal wrench, he tore the rebar free, splattering hot blood across his combat suit.

Charles was sent flying three meters, crashing hard and coughing up blood.

Shen Que scooped up the sandbag, then turned to beam at Wu Yue in the distance—giving a bright, cheerful wave.

"I got it!"

His grin was all innocent delight, like a happy-go-lucky Samoyed playing fetch—clashing wildly with the blood still dripping from the rebar in his hand.