Fear is a biological instinct, but courage is the anthem of humanity.
These people dared to fight, and in Su Hao's view, even if they weren't superior to those who cowered, they shouldn't be criticized by these petty individuals.
As soon as he spoke, those who were cowering were surprised.
They seemed to wonder what right Su Hao had to say such things. Was he qualified?
But those who had fought knew well how brave and formidable Su Hao had been before.
Facing hordes of zombies was like slicing through vegetables.
"Yes!"
"Alright!"
The two injured people, upon hearing this, found hope in their eyes.
They glared viciously at the cowering crowd.
Then one of them walked into a classroom and locked themselves inside.
Others could observe through the glass above the front and back doors.
Once the two went in, the retreating crowd, finding no room for criticism, dispersed in silence to find something to do.
Those with a sense of responsibility helped tidy up, prepare supplies, and carry things.
Those without responsibility just sat around doing nothing.
Simply acting as waste machines.
"Heh."
Su Hao watched and let out a cold laugh.
As always, the limits of humanity are astonishingly polarized, with people on both sides exploring their extremes.
This was why Su Hao was reluctant to join large groups, especially in safe zones or human settlements.
In the apocalypse, he only wanted to form a small team of his own.
A team full of talent.
Quality over quantity.
Every kind of talent was needed.
"Here."
At this moment, Han Jiangxue brought cola, bread, and chips from the storage and handed them to Su Hao.
She also held bread and mineral water for herself.
"Thanks."
Su Hao thanked her, glanced at the balcony on the second floor, and signaled with his eyes.
"Mm." Han Jiangxue nodded, carrying her Miao Saber.
The two took their food and headed to the second-floor balcony.
Su Hao remained in his heavy armor, only removing the faceplate, not even taking off the helmet.
To put it bluntly, his head wasn't yet capable of blocking arrows or bullets, but the helmet could.
If someone coveted his sword and armor...
That would be a problem.
In the apocalypse, these were treasures among treasures.
Walking with food, Su Hao opened a soda and drank it along the way.
When they reached their spot, they found a place to sit.
After taking another sip, Su Hao mused.
"I wonder if we can still drink this later. If there's a chance, I must stockpile a million bottles."
Han Jiangxue chuckled softly.
She looked at the production date on her bottle of mineral water.
"Even if you ignore the production date, it can only last 2-3 years at most. Are you planning to drink it all in advance, or how will you store it?"
Su Hao had the System Space, but he couldn't reveal that now.
Items placed in the space were in a static state, never decaying.
But he joked, "How about a cold storage, keeping it frozen?"
Han Jiangxue took a bite of bread and shook her head. "Not to mention the electricity issue, even if you double the storage time to 4-5 years, will there still be cola by then? What will the world be like then?"
Su Hao looked at the cola in his hand.
"What a pity."
Such a delicious drink, how could it disappear?
But then he thought, "If I have the formula, maybe I can make it myself in the future. In the apocalypse, it would definitely be a hard currency."
Cola, sweet and refreshing, full of energy, would surely be one of the hard currencies in the future.
Han Jiangxue nodded in agreement. "Yes."
The two ate their food, quickly finishing the chips and bread.
After filling their stomachs, they formally introduced themselves.
"Senior, Han Jiangxue."
"Freshman, Su Hao."
After speaking, Han Jiangxue curiously examined Su Hao's full-body armor and Broad Hengdao, asking.
"Where did you get all this? Your armor looks custom-made by a renowned craftsman, at least 50,000, maybe even 500,000, and the sword starts at several thousand."
As the president of the Kendo Club and with a bit of family background, Han Jiangxue knew the exact value of these items, certainly not cheap, adult super toy types, collectibles among collectibles.
Her family also had two good swords, one Damascus steel, one pattern-welded steel.
Unfortunately, they were at home, not at school.
"Someone else couldn't use them, so they gave them to me." Su Hao shook his head, saying no more.
The System provided them, so they were indeed unwanted by others.
"Alright." But Han Jiangxue still eyed Su Hao's sword with envy, liking it too much, so she asked, "Can I touch it?"
Su Hao reached out, gesturing toward her Miao Saber.
"I also wanted to see yours."
"Sure."
They exchanged swords for a look.
Han Jiangxue, upon receiving the sword, was enamored, lightly biting her lip, as if a gaming enthusiast seeing a 5090 graphics card, not only touching it carefully but even smelling it.
She truly loved swords.
Su Hao picked up the Miao Saber and examined it.
"Average."
It was just an ordinary blade.
After Han Jiangxue's earlier hacking, some parts were already chipped.
It was clearly from hitting bones.
Very normal.
Swords are much thinner than kitchen knives, especially cleavers and hatchets.
Su Hao removed his gloves.
He flicked the blade with his finger.
"Ding."
There wasn't much resonance.
Han Jiangxue regretfully returned the Broad Hengdao to Su Hao, taking back her Miao Saber.
"Just an ordinary sword, too bad I didn't bring the ones from home."
"Do you have many at home?" Su Hao asked curiously.
"Mm." Han Jiangxue nodded. "Two top-notch ones, and many collectibles, at least 16."
But the problem was, no one knew what the situation at home was like.
However, Su Hao didn't have this issue.
The two chatted for a while.
Then they discussed the current situation.
Facing the people downstairs, Han Jiangxue silently shook her head, both distrustful and disappointed.
"I never intended to lead them. I just want to fight, survive, and if possible, go home and see."
So Han Jiangxue had no choice, being pushed into it, no wonder her expression earlier.
And she turned to ask Su Hao.
"From your tone and words earlier, you don't want to team up with them either, right?"
"Weak, timid, irresponsible, leading them has no meaning or purpose."
"You'll probably find a chance to leave soon."
Han Jiangxue's eyes suddenly sparkled.
This was indeed Su Hao's intention.
He nodded naturally.
"I can lead a small team, but I have no desire to be a leader; that's not something I should do."
A leader should be a dominant figure, someone with leadership and foresight.
Su Hao couldn't handle that.
Though he could build bases and be a warlord in strategy games, doing so in reality was a different matter.
He only wanted to form small groups, small bases, an elite warlord team.
Hearing Su Hao say this, Han Jiangxue thought for a moment, her eyes growing brighter.
In the apocalypse, the weak band together, and the strong attract each other.
Especially the nature of admiring strength, a genetic instinct, as long as you're strong enough, with enough conditions, you don't need to do anything; people will naturally come to you.
Those who think it requires force probably have never been handsome or strong in their lives.
"Then you..."
Han Jiangxue took a sip of water, about to say something.
"Ah!!!"
But suddenly, a scream of terror came from downstairs.
Su Hao silently closed the bottle cap, stood up, picked up his sword, and headed down to see what was happening.
Han Jiangxue also silently picked up her Miao Saber and followed.