Published: January 31, 2025
Wen Yu pressed his body flat, terrified that the familiar monster below would discover him.
Although this monster was not the same size as Simba from his memories, its similar body proportions and characteristic skill—flame flow—immediately awakened the deepest fear hidden in Wen Yu's heart.
If Wen Yu's memories of the apocalypse were written as a book, Simba would be the main character. At least in Mudanjiang City, he was undoubtedly the protagonist.
During the half-year mark of the apocalypse, the entire Mudanjiang City trembled under the blood moon and the demonic disaster.
Wen Yu had the fortune of witnessing this lion named Simba in his complete form, a massive body towering five stories high, continuously spewing flame flow that destroyed everything in its path. Coupled with the agility and terrifying strength of a feline, it made the raging demonic disaster retreat in fear.
It was undeniable that Simba was the ruler of Mudanjiang City, being the only level-five mutated beast in the area. Heaven knows how there was enough food for this monster to evolve to such an extent. Its unmatched power made any creature that dared to oppose it tremble in fear.
Wen Yu personally witnessed Simba leading countless mutated beasts into battle against the horde of massive demonic creatures during the disaster. With sheer strength alone, he killed three level-five demonic monsters, and then the vast sea of magma swallowed nearly half of the zombie tide.
Thus, the entire Mudanjiang City was plunged into a terror ruled by Simba.
Mutated beasts? They served him and were also food.
Professionals? Merely dessert after a meal.
Demonic creatures? Simba's lair was located at the entrance of a Demon Realm Gate, and no demon could escape from Simba's lair.
Wen Yu should have realized that there was only one zoo in Mudanjiang City, and Simba was right there.
However, the vast gap between heaven and earth in his last life led Wen Yu to selectively forget this fact.
Until now, seeing this lion once again, Wen Yu still lacked the courage to face it.
If Wen Yu remembered this fact, he wouldn't dare to approach Riverside Park even if his life depended on it.
“So that’s it, this lion is here. Everything makes sense now,” he thought.
Currently, the food below was far too abundant for Simba.
This lazy lion would not drop the food at its mouth and would instead seek trouble with Wen Yu. This could be seen from the location Simba chose for its lair—right before the Demon Realm Gate.
Therefore, Wen Yu hiding upstairs posed very little risk.
Wen Yu slowly calmed down, understanding the events that allowed him to enter the treasure land in his previous life.
Simba had burst out of the park and engaged in a brutal battle with the zombies outside. To be precise, it was a massacre.
With the meager strength of a first-level zombie, they could not break through Simba's skin. Simba only needed to open its mouth, bite down, and consume; the next one would automatically be delivered to its mouth.
For the zombies, with the intelligence of a first-level zombie, they could only see that if they could take a bite of Simba's flesh and blood, they would be able to evolve.
The temptation right before their eyes drove the zombies to lose their sanity, although they were already devoid of rationality.
The roars of countless zombies attracted even more from around the park.
Thus, while Simba enjoyed its snacks, it aimlessly searched for even tastier morsels.
The entire zombie horde in the park was manipulated by Simba, inadvertently opening a path for the treasure land to be uncovered.
This was the opportunity Wen Yu desired.
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Wen Yu quietly listened to the sounds outside, the footsteps and roars of countless zombies, and the sound of bones breaking.
Occasionally, a blinding red flash lit up much of the sky.
That was the flame flow of Simba, a common method it used to clear out smaller foes, and it indicated that Simba was somewhat irritated.
Then came the tremendous roar and the sound of buildings collapsing.