Rebirth Stockpiling: The Little Girl Sweeps Through the Apocalypse-Chapter 468

Like something was missing.

Then it hit her. She whipped her head around.

There, not far behind, Lu Chen stood alone, holding back the tide of zombies.

Waves of pure white light pulsed from him, forcing the creatures back, inch by inch.

But Yun Xiaoxiao knew—he was at his limit.

Horror seized her. She spun on her heel and ran toward him.

Lu Chen seemed to sense her approach. He snapped his head around and roared, "Don’t come back! Go!"

Yun Xiaoxiao froze.

Tears spilled unbidden down her cheeks.

She understood now. He was sacrificing himself for her.

But how could she leave him?

To her, he was her brother, her mentor—the only family she had left in this wretched world.

How could she live while he died?

"Big Brother! Let’s go together, please!" she sobbed.

Lu Chen’s gaze twisted with pain.

He wanted nothing more.

But reality left no room for wishes.

Gritting his teeth, he forced his voice colder. "Go! I can’t hold them much longer. Even if I ran, I wouldn’t make it far. If you don’t want my death to be in vain… if you don’t want to disappoint me—leave. Now."

His words were a blade.

Yun Xiaoxiao’s tears fell harder, but she knew he wasn’t joking.

Drawing a shuddering breath, she wiped her face and turned, launching herself forward with a broken cry.

Tears streamed behind her like scattered pearls as she ran with everything she had—until a choked grunt echoed from behind.

Her body locked. She turned.

Lu Chen’s arm was torn clean off by a high-level zombie. Blood sprayed, stabbing her vision like crimson needles.

Yun Xiaoxiao lunged toward him.

But Lu Chen anticipated it. "DON’T!" he bellowed. "RUN!"

Her heart felt cleaved in two, the pain so sharp she could barely breathe.

One last agonized look—and in that moment, her eyes caught a figure amidst the zombies.

A boy.

Human in appearance, lips curled in a cruel smirk.

Hatred erupted in her chest like wildfire.

This was the puppeteer.

The one who’d doomed their base.

Who’d killed everyone.

Who was killing her Big Brother now.

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With a final wrenching sob, she forced herself to run.

No one could fathom the torment in her heart.

Behind her, Lu Chen vanished beneath the swarm, devoured without a trace.

The zombies chased her relentlessly, but Yun Xiaoxiao knew these streets. She dove into a sewer, slamming the grate shut behind her.

The tunnels, baked dry by endless heatwaves, stretched empty. She ran until the sounds of pursuit faded.

Alone at last.

From then on, survival was a solitary fight.

Without Lu Chen, without the Western Base’s protection, a ten-year-old girl in the apocalypse walked a razor’s edge.

Lu Chen had trained her well, but she was still a child.

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People were worse.

She learned the hard way.

The supplies she scavenged? Stolen by a "kind" stranger who vanished before she could react.

The survivor camp that took her in? A trap. She’d barely escaped the men who tried to assault her—leaving their corpses behind.

The team that promised to fight together? They abandoned her mid-battle, leaving her surrounded.

Over and over.

Until Yun Xiaoxiao understood:

Trust no one.

Kindness was a liability.

Wolves wore sheepskin better than sheep.

Survival demanded ruthlessness.

When outmatched? Play weak. Play dumb. Play dead.

But never, ever play the hero.

Thus, she gradually grew into a white glutinous rice ball with a black heart.

At first glance, anyone who saw her would think she was a pretty, adorable girl with smiling eyes—someone easy to push around.

But later, they would all realize she was more terrifying than the devil!

If you dared to provoke her, death would be the least of your worries. The real agony was that she would make you wish you were dead.

During this time, Yun Xiaoxiao never forgot her goal: to grow stronger and avenge Lu Chen and the others.

She also kept an eye out for any signs of the Zombie King’s emergence.

By the time she turned fifteen, many bases had already suffered devastating attacks.

A massive horde of zombies, led by an unseen force, systematically destroyed one base after another.

As soon as Yun Xiaoxiao received word, she rushed to the scene.

She hid in the distance, observing in secret.

When she spotted the familiar figure among the undead ranks, she knew she had found her target.

So, she moved ahead of the zombie horde, arriving at the next targeted base before they did.

She informed the base’s leader and laid out her entire plan.

When Tong Zhan and his zombie army arrived, expecting another easy victory, they were met with unexpected and heavy losses.

Yun Xiaoxiao’s five-year-long revenge plan had finally come to fruition.

Together with a few fighters from the base, she pursued the Zombie King, Tong Zhan, and in the end, she was the one who struck the killing blow.

She thought that with her vengeance fulfilled, she could finally live freely.

But no sooner had they dealt with Tong Zhan’s army than a new wave of zombies emerged—along with mutated plants and animals.

Exhausted from the previous battle, the survivors had little strength left to fight.

In the end, Yun Xiaoxiao met a tragic death in this new onslaught, at the young age of fifteen.