In the end of the world, I become an immortal alone

"Liangzi, are you okay? It's me."

A somewhat weak male voice came from the crack in the door.

The original owner of this body, Mu Liang, also had friends… even if only one.

Wang Jixuan's remnant soul had slightly recovered some perception after the previous meditation. He could clearly sense at this moment that there was only one person standing outside the door.

— Once his cultivation surpassed the Qi Refining Realm and entered the Spirit Gathering Realm, he would be able to re-condense his spiritual sense. With spiritual sense, he could vaguely see through walls.

Wang Jixuan waited for a while, put his modified simple mace back behind the door, unlocked the inner lock, and opened the door a crack.

A thin, small young man appeared before him.

This guy was called Lou Zhuang, usually called 'Malou' by people. Like Mu Liang, he was also a pitiful wretch, who had to take out 2 food shares every day to buy a portion of emergency food and give it to the local thugs in this area.

These thugs would take the emergency food to the lower city and sell it as a commodity to obtain all kinds of rare items.

By the way, even these thugs need to take on their own work in the middle city.

Therefore, many times, bullied people like Mu Liang and Lou Zhuang had to contribute their food shares and engage in extra labor that was not part of their job.

'They are all miserable people. This poor Daoist will find a way to vent Mu Liang's anger later.'

Wang Jixuan sighed inwardly, then showed a slight smile and widened the crack in the door.

"Come in."

"Liangzi… are you okay?"

Lou Zhuang carefully stared at Wang Jixuan's neck, where there were still some bruises.

"I heard them say that you seemed to have gone to the infirmary, and were even carried over by the paramedics."

Wang Jixuan quickly reviewed the details of Mu Liang and Lou Zhuang's usual interactions, shrugged, and said in a somewhat helpless and decadent tone: "I tried it before, but I couldn't do it… I still burned the bed sheet at the last moment."

"It's very difficult. It's good that you're okay. I mean… um… want to eat something? It's almost breakfast time. If you're okay, how about we go eat something together?"

Lou Zhuang's smile was a little unnatural.

He put his hands in the pockets of his washed-out jeans, and his eyes were a little evasive. He continued, "I'm not very good at comforting people. How about I treat you to a starch stick?"

Wang Jixuan sighed inwardly, smiling kindly: "Then I'll take half of your food share."

"It's nothing, I have a small appetite anyway."

When Lou Zhuang turned around, he saw the cardboard box placed in the corner of the single bed, the clothes placed inside the cardboard box, and the silver-white circular holographic music player.

"Liangzi, what are you doing packing your things?"

Wang Jixuan explained simply: "I want to change the position of the bed."

"I thought you were going to move away. Changing districts is a good way, a way to avoid… or should we go to other districts to eat…"

Lou Zhuang stammered a little.

Wang Jixuan looked at him with a smile. Lou Zhuang pursed his lips and swallowed, his smile a little weak.

"Hmm?"

"What I mean is… your music player is great, can I borrow it for a day later?"

"Yes, but that will be three starch sticks."

"You really have the potential to be a vampire capitalist!"

Lou Zhuang pretended to complain, lowered his head, and quickly walked out of the alloy door.

Wang Jixuan's eyes flickered slightly. Before leaving the door, he took away the two new and old room cards and stuffed a thin metal tube that Mu Liang had repeatedly polished into the sleeve of his coat.

Malou is very strange today.

…

In the area division of the middle city of Fortress 76, each floor is inhabited by 6,000 to 20,000 people, and the population of each floor depends on the scale of industrial and agricultural land.

Although the fortress has been running beyond its limit for more than 120 years, the facilities everywhere are old. Except for a few facilities such as [compartment infirmaries] and [emergency food vending machines] that are standardly equipped on each 'capillary' street, which can maintain a high operating rate, most of the equipment is in a state of repair and can barely be used.

For example, only one-third of the surveillance cameras that should have been all over every corner of the middle city are now operating normally.

The areas with relatively dense surveillance cameras are naturally peaceful;

The darkness and不堪 of the middle city are dotted in the intervals of these peaceful areas.

Wang Jixuan compared the route in his memory and found that they were indeed heading towards the district cafeteria.

Lou Zhuang tried to make conversation: "Liangzi, I remember you will be able to get a gene match next year, right?"

Gene matching: Citizens of the fortress's third, fourth, and fifth levels will receive gene pairing suggestions from the fortress's intelligent control center on their twenty-fifth birthday. At that time, a fertility officer will come to the door and deliver a confidential letter. The content of the letter is the 'opposite sex who can produce high-quality offspring with the greatest probability' recommended by the fortress officials.

The fertility officer will provide emotional counseling, give lectures on fertility postures, talk about physiological hygiene knowledge, and teach some dating tips.

Young couples who successfully marry through gene matching can enjoy some preferential treatment, such as both of their three types of quotas +1, some citizen upgrade points, etc.

This is an important measure to avoid consanguineous marriage, and it is also the marriage method recognized by more than 70% of the citizens in the fortress.

— Although according to a survey, among the young unmarried citizens in the fortress, the people with the label of sexual openness account for 55%.

"Yeah," Wang Jixuan nodded, "What about you?"

"I still have two years," Lou Zhuang pouted, "I really hope to get through it sooner. After getting married, I can apply for a sixteen-square-meter double room, and most of the double rooms are in areas with good security."

Wang Jixuan nodded and suddenly asked, "Did Rotten Fish and the others come to you?"

Lou Zhuang immediately looked aside: "No, they didn't come to me."

"You don't have to be too afraid," Wang Jixuan comforted, "Poor… I'm about to bleed for you. As the saying goes, evil cannot prevail over good. As long as we find more people who have been bullied by them to join forces, we can settle old scores with them."

Lou Zhuang looked at Wang Jixuan strangely.

He asked in a low voice: "Didn't you say before that, according to the psychology books you read, after taking a step back from bullying, there will be no chance to resist…"

"People's views will change."

Wang Jixuan smiled, his eyes swept over the entrance of the 'capillary' street he had just passed.

Two young men appeared behind them. The latter were wearing tight leather pants and leather jackets, mostly with rivet elements on their clothes, and their hairstyles were more arrogant than the other.

Wang Jixuan suddenly stopped.

The two young men behind him walked directly up, and one of them raised his hand and pressed it towards the back of Wang Jixuan's head.

"You fucking walk! There is surveillance here!"

Wang Jixuan simply tilted his head and sideways, his movements casual and flowing, but the other party slammed his hand into empty air.

Bang!

The muffled sound of the elbow strike vibrated Lou Zhuang's eardrums.

The young gangster's face was flushed, his eyes widened, and the suffocation made him a little breathless. The pain from his ribs made the veins on his forehead bulge.

Lou Zhuang and the other gangster were obviously stunned.

This is… what's going on…

Wang Daoren's elbow also hurt at the moment.

Wang Jixuan didn't give the other party a chance to fight back. He turned around, chopped his hand, and a hand knife hit the gangster's face next to him. The latter was beaten back two steps with a dazed expression, and after two seconds, he began to scream while holding his nose.

"Damn it! Ah! My nose! I'm going to fucking kill you!"

Wang Jixuan smiled and glanced at Lou Zhuang, and kicked him over.

Lou Zhuang didn't have time to dodge, and his thin body leaned back, his back hitting the rusty pipes arranged in the corridor heavily. His face, which was a little distorted due to pain, showed a clear division of light and dark in the dim light.

"Liangzi, don't hit me, they forced me… they said they wanted to talk to you…"

"You and I are clear from now on."

Wang Jixuan said with a cold face, feeling a burst of relief in his heart.

The so-called mortal friendship is really vulnerable.

He turned around and was about to leave, but the harsh noise of the metal pipe dragging on the cement floor rang in his ears.

Shadowy figures appeared in the passage ahead, at least sixteen or seventeen people.

There are many abandoned water pipelines in the fortress. Those alloy metal pipes that were dismantled before being officially recycled have become the most common weapons and equipment everywhere.

Wang Jixuan secretly said something was wrong.

His current strength is only slightly higher than that of an ordinary mortal. Even if he quickly knocks down a few people with the Powerhouse Curse, he will fall into a coma due to consuming too much soul power.

However, he is not the kind of person who begs for mercy when he encounters a strong person.

Cultivating the Tao pays attention to a Dao heart without damage and smooth thoughts. If he kneels down and begs for mercy in this situation, he may leave a heart demon in the future, hindering his own cultivation.

That would be even more uncomfortable than killing him directly!

He quickly thought about countermeasures in his heart, and several spells were already waiting on his lips.

The two beaten gangsters also came to the bottom of their hearts at this moment, cursing and trying to punch.

The young man leading the group carried a baseball bat on his shoulder, his hands wrapped around the baseball bat for half a circle, looking like a rogue, and greeted on his mouth:

"Mu Liang? What the hell did you do? You actually let the big boss of the Black Fire Gang personally send a message, asking me to cripple you and take you down.

"You're quite brave, how come I didn't find out before?

"Tell your brothers, how did you, a pus bag, fall into their hands?"

A bit of a smile suddenly appeared in Wang Jixuan's eyes.

It wasn't that he remembered the leader's name as 'Stinky Fish Rotten Shrimp.' It was just that the guy's posture was a little… too convenient for him to subdue.

“I didn’t do anything.”

Wang Jixuan made his thigh tremble, subconsciously wanting to back away.

Relying on their numbers and the impression Mu Liang had always given them of being weak, none of the thugs paid any attention to the two guys who had been beaten up earlier.

The group slowly pressed forward.

Wang Jixuan suddenly said, “It might be because I know a security captain, seems his name is Zhou Zhengde.”

The leading thug was stunned for a moment, frowning as he asked, “What? Who?”

“I was saying, Zhou…”

Whoosh!

“Five Peaks and Eight Seas, Profoundity Within! Let me roam freely, my Dao flourishes naturally!”

Wang Jixuan spun around, his figure darting out like a cheetah, rapidly chanting a spell under his breath!

Almost instantly, he used his soul force to directly enhance himself. In a flash, his figure transformed into a bolt of lightning, rushing out seven or eight meters, sprinting madly back the way he came!

At this moment, he even broke the limit burst speed of human athletes before the Cataclysm!

The thugs were collectively dumbfounded.

Wasn't this guy just in front of them a moment ago…

The leader, 'Rotten Fish Boy,' trembled his lips a few times, then burst out cursing: “Chase him! What are you standing around for! Kill him for me!”