In the apocalyptic era, low-level zombies and other monsters weren't truly that terrifying.
Humanity had stood tall on this planet for so long not because of individual combat prowess.
It was through unity and concerted effort that they reached the pinnacle of this planet, forging a glorious culture and technology.
Unfortunately, in the apocalypse, very few people possessed this awareness.
In the dark, apocalyptic age, human hearts were treacherous, with selfishness, greed, and desire amplified infinitely.
Everyone was focused on self-preservation.
Protecting their own lives, safeguarding the power and status they had painstakingly acquired.
Did the suffering of others have anything to do with them?
Did the number of people dying outside have anything to do with them?
No, it didn't.
As long as it didn't affect their own status, as long as it didn't impact the priority supply of resources and beautiful women to themselves.
Of course, if someone appeared who threatened their status, then that person had to be eliminated.
Even if he was a good person, a hero, or possessed dual abilities, he had to be eliminated!
These bloated, pleasure-seeking, high-ranking individuals, utterly unconcerned with the common people or humanity's fate.
They were content with guarding their own small territories, having food, drink, and women.
Since it was the apocalypse anyway, enjoying one more day was a gain. That was the most important thing.
...
Wang Yu sighed softly and trained Zhou Ruoxi for several hours.
Afterward, they exited the secret realm.
"Let's go, consolidate the results of our training."
Wang Yu opened the dormitory door and walked out with Zhou Ruoxi.
Zhou Ruoxi gripped a long sword, her face filled with determination.
Yet, her small hand, holding the sword, trembled occasionally, as if recalling some perilous scene in her mind.
"Don't be so nervous. The current zombies are slow-moving; they can't even run properly. With your current physical condition, you can handle several at once."
"Mmm... I understand. Can you... can you take your hand away? People comfort and encourage by patting the back, why are you patting the front..."
"Ahem..." Wang Yu's old face flushed. "This, it's a habit. I accidentally patted the wrong spot. My bad."
It was indeed an accidental mistake. These past few days, no, including the time in the secret realm.
It should be these past ten-plus days; petting Pikachu every day had indeed cultivated a "bad" habit.
Zhou Ruoxi lowered her head slightly, her voice as faint as a mosquito's: "I... I didn't mean to blame you..."
Wang Yu chuckled awkwardly and stopped talking, leading her upstairs first.
Using the same training method as before.
First, clear the zombies in the corridor, leaving only two for Zhou Ruoxi.
Then, use the fire axe to break open doors, releasing the zombies inside.
Kill a few, leaving two or three for Zhou Ruoxi to practice on.
After nearly an hour, the two of them had cleared the zombies on the 5th and 6th floors.
This Dormitory Area No. 1 only had two buildings, and the one Zhou Ruoxi lived in was Building A.
With Wang Yu's strength, clearing both of these girls' dormitories alone wouldn't take even a day.
But he didn't want to do that.
The reason he brought Zhou Ruoxi to kill so many zombies was to show the girls in these dormitories.
That women, facing zombies, were not entirely without the ability to fight back.
As long as they were brave enough, killing one or two zombies was not a problem at all.
Although Wang Yu possessed a secret realm with a vast space, he didn't intend to take too many people inside.
To live a stable life in the secret realm, apart from the talents needed within the realm, one could only enter through hard work and making special contributions.
Wang Yu planned to build at least two cities in the future, one on Blue Star and one in the secret realm.