"Hey, are the female classmates still wetting their pants as expected? While you still have a bit of time to recover, hurry and clean yourselves up. Otherwise, the first ones the insects will target are those of you delicate, weak women with particularly strong odors!"
Just as the class was engulfed in panic and uncertainty, a mocking voice and biting words suddenly echoed from behind.
The students turned in unison, only to find Li Jiayu standing leisurely behind them. He held a gleaming fire axe in his hand, and with his sharp gaze, he looked every bit the soldier—commanding and resolute.
"Li Jiayu... you... how can you speak so harshly? Aren't you a man? After all that's happened, how can you still have the nerve to mock us..."
One of the girls who had wet herself cried, her face flushed with shame, tears streaming down her cheeks. Normally, if a boy made a girl cry in class, he would be swarmed with anger from the others. But in this tense moment, as everyone became more aware of the gravity of the situation, no one had time to bicker over trivial matters.
Li Jiayu turned his head slightly, glancing at the crying girl. Her name was Zhou Jiamin—she was delicate and graceful, with a figure to match. Even though she was crying like a wilting flower, there was an unexpected charm in her sorrow, evoking a strange sympathy.
Unfortunately, Li Jiayu had no pity for the fragile, tearful women.
In the apocalypse, surviving alone was nearly impossible. One needed teammates, but if your team included someone who was constantly crying for protection, incapable of contributing, then the team's efficiency would be halved!
It was better to face god-like opponents than to have pig-like teammates!
A woman like Zhou Jiamin... in the apocalypse, she would be utterly doomed. Either she would be devoured first by the insects, or she would become a man's possession, no longer enjoying the benefits of her beauty or the adoration of men.
Li Jiayu shook his head, his voice tinged with mockery and indifference:
"You think I'm teasing you? I'm just trying to warn you. If you don't listen, fine. If you want to die, I won't stop you."
He smacked his lips, continuing:
"Classmates, I've seen the future of this world, and I've seen your futures. I know exactly how each of you will meet your end!"
Li Jiayu pointed at Zhou Jiamin and said:
"Zhou Jiamin, you will be the first girl in our class to die. You wet yourself, your scent too strong, and you'll be the first target for the scythe beetles flying in from the window. They'll snap your neck, blood spurting a meter high, staining the floor. Then, your head will be gnawed by the beetles until it's nothing but mush. Such a beautiful face... what a waste... But the beetles won't even finish your brain before tossing your head aside, leaving the brain matter scattered around. When your classmates manage to drive the beetles away, they'll find your mutilated head in the arms of your best friend, who'll be crying over your loss..."
"You're talking nonsense! My fate won't be that tragic!"
Zhou Jiamin turned pale with rage, but her body trembled in fear. She forced herself not to believe Li Jiayu's "ramblings," but with his uncanny ability to foresee things, her heart sank into cold dread.
Li Jiayu then pointed at another tall boy:
"You, Lin Zhibin. You've been secretly in love with Zhou Jiamin for four years now, from high school to sophomore year, right?"
Lin Zhibin jumped up, his face flushed. He stammered:
"You... you're lying... I only see Zhou Jiamin as a friend!"
"Humph, maybe even you haven't fully acknowledged your feelings. But after Zhou Jiamin dies, you'll go mad with grief, the first to grab a table and charge at the scythe beetles. Your roommates, who also value friendship, will follow you into battle, and after six of you charge in, three will die and two will be injured. The beetles will eventually be driven out, but the three dead will be Du Wei, Liang Bin, and Jiang Haitao. You, Lin Zhibin, will have one arm torn off. But you won't feel the pain, because you'll be too busy clutching Zhou Jiamin's decapitated body, crying out that you wish you had confessed earlier, that you want to die with her..."
"Stop! Stop! Please don't say anymore... I know I don't deserve someone like her, but I swear, I won't let that happen! I will protect her!" Lin Zhibin gritted his teeth and shouted at Li Jiayu, his eyes locked on Zhou Jiamin.
"Mm, I hope so... what I see is just one possible future, but fate isn't set in stone. Everything can still change."
Li Jiayu patted Lin Zhibin on the shoulder and then pointed at a bespectacled boy:
"Wang Siyuan, during the escape, the tail of a poisonous lion scorpion will pierce your calf. Within five seconds, your leg will turn black and start to fester, the rot spreading from your calf up to your thigh and even your heart. You'll scream in agony as you're consumed by the stench of decay. You'll be the first person I've ever seen rot to death."
"Impossible! I'm blessed with good luck, even fortune tellers say I'm protected by the Buddha... how could I die such a horrible death?"
Wang Siyuan staggered back, his face pale, despite his protestations. His heart, however, was filled with dread.
Li Jiayu ignored Wang Siyuan's reaction and pointed at another pale boy:
"Zhang Han, during the escape, your fate will be just as tragic. A two-meter-long purple blood centipede will coil around your body, its hundreds of legs sharp as knives, slicing into your flesh. The pain will be unbearable, far worse than a slow execution. You'll scream for help, your cries like a blood-curdling wail. But..."
Zhang Han's face stiffened, and he swallowed hard:
"But no one will dare to save me, will they?"
"Exactly. At that point, not just you, but many others will be paralyzed with despair, afraid to risk their lives for you. Most will be too preoccupied with their own survival to help."
Li Jiayu nodded solemnly, then pointed at a girl:
"Han Xiaoqi, you'll be pinned to the ground by a zombie. You'll struggle and cry, but you won't have the strength to push the zombie off..."
Han Xiaoqi shuddered, her body trembling, and she screamed in terror:
"What? Am I going to be ravished by a zombie? Li Jiayu, you b*st*rd! This isn't true..."
"Wait, let me finish! Zombies don't think like humans—they won't do that. The zombie will simply gnaw at your neck, tearing chunks of flesh from it. I'll see you coughing up black blood, and I know it's from the corruption in your throat and windpipe caused by the zombie venom. In the end, your body will be reduced to nothing but gnawed flesh, and you'll turn into a zombie yourself, wandering the darkness, a soulless husk..."
"Becoming a zombie? Me, as a zombie, wandering the dark forever in that disgusting, decayed state?"
Han Xiaoqi felt a chill run down her spine. As a girl who loved to dress up and was a little narcissistic, the thought of becoming a zombie, rotting with decaying flesh, was a fate far worse than death.
"You, Gao Xiang, will have parasites crawl into your mouth, gnawing at your internal organs, and you'll suffer excruciating pain for three days and nights before dying from your ruptured intestines..."
"You, He Jialan, will be abducted by a group of criminals during the chaos, never to be heard from again. You'll either commit suicide or be tortured to death..."
"You, Sha Yiran, will succumb to extreme hunger and secretly eat the flesh of dead insects. As a result, you'll get food poisoning, your body swelling up like an inflated balloon, and eventually, your stomach will swell to the size of three watermelons, and you'll die from it."
"You, Liang Junjie, will get into a conflict and have your limbs chopped off with a watermelon knife, your dismembered body thrown to the insects..."
Li Jiayu pointed at each student, his tone unwavering:
"All of you will meet a gruesome end. Perhaps a lucky few will survive, finding refuge in cities like Yongcheng, Yangcheng, or Jianye, under the protection of the military. But even so, you'll be enslaved, living in unbearable conditions, cursing the darkness and the vile insects, yet too cowardly to stand up and fight, too afraid to end it all."
"And what about me? Li Jiayu… what will my fate be?"
Sun Weiwei looked at Li Jiayu's face, illuminated and shadowed by the flickering light of the lightning, her heart racing as she asked. He hadn't mentioned her fate, but she desperately wanted to know.
"You? Really want to know?"
Li Jiayu turned to look at Sun Weiwei, her delicate face glowing with an ethereal beauty, and his lips curled into a slight smile:
"Do you know? Many women in the apocalypse end up as either sacrifices or commodities... You're afraid of death, raised in luxury, protected and pampered by your family and admirers. You cling to life so desperately. You'd give up anything to survive, your dignity, your morals... You'll use your body as a bargaining chip, seducing a senior in his fourth year, someone from a martial arts family, someone strong enough to protect you... But he will die quickly, and then you'll turn to a middle-aged thug who fights in underground boxing rings for protection... then a powerful military officer, and eventually, you'll become the mistress of a military commander. But in the end, a jealous rival will throw acid in your face, disfiguring you... You'll go mad, wandering the streets, your mind lost, until a Soul Devourer comes and devours your brain..."
"Ah!"
Sun Weiwei gasped, her body freezing, goosebumps prickling her skin. She never imagined that one day, she would become that kind of woman, selling her body for survival, let alone being someone's mistress. The idea of having her face disfigured by acid filled her with horror beyond measure.
"Enough. Let's stop talking about this. Just know one thing—if you want to avoid such a tragic fate, you'd better start being a little smarter!"
As soon as Li Jiayu's words fell, a soul-rending scream echoed from outside the window!
A sharp-eyed student peered out the window and immediately recoiled in terror, his face draining of color.