Ice Age Apocalypse: I Hoard Billions of Supplies

Chapter 507: Necessary Measures

The Followers of the Snow God.

After Zhang Yi and the other factions left, the remaining survivors—fewer than a thousand—began rebuilding their home.

Most of them were high-ranking church members and their families, along with a handful of ordinary followers who were lucky enough to escape the zombie horde.

They had lost most of their loved ones, their hearts filled with grief.

But life had to go on, no matter how much despair they had endured.

Under the priests’ guidance, they cleaned up the battlefield, moving the corpses to the building where the Blood Vine was located.

At the same time, they gathered the remaining supplies, preparing for their new lives.

With fewer people left, there was no longer a shortage of resources—perhaps the only silver lining in their tragedy.

They consolidated tents, sleeping bags, and other materials, relocating them to a sturdier building that could shield them from the wind and snow.

After assigning tasks, Zheng Yixian entered the church to discuss their next steps with Yuan Kongye.

As always, Yuan Kongye stood before the altar, praying to the image of Jesus.

Zheng Yixian closed the doors behind him and stopped three meters away from her.

“Everything has gone quite smoothly, hasn’t it?”

A faint, almost imperceptible smile played on his lips.

“No one in Tianhai City can stand in our way now.”

“And no one would ever suspect us. The ten thousand dead followers alone are enough to erase any doubts and evoke their sympathy.”

“Now, all we have to do is wait for the investigation team to leave.”

Yuan Kongye slowly opened her eyes—clear and cold, like the frozen waters of the East Sea.

“But there’s still one thing that worries me.”

Zheng Yixian frowned slightly. “Oh? What’s troubling you?”

“Our plan was flawless. There weren’t any loose ends.”

“Even the Blood Vine was handled perfectly.”

Yuan Kongye turned to face him, her gaze steady.

“That night, someone saw me using another person’s superhuman ability.”

A sharp glint flashed in Zheng Yixian’s eyes.

“You mean… that woman Zhang Yi brought?”

At the time, the only outsider in the church had been Zhou Ke’er.

The Followers of the Snow God were bound by strict rules; none of them would reveal anything about Yuan Kongye.

But Zhou Ke’er was not one of them.

She had seen Yuan Kongye wield multiple abilities—if she spoke, it could expose a dangerous secret.

“I’ve been worried about this. I don’t know if it will become a problem.”

Yuan Kongye lowered her gaze.

Zheng Yixian thought for a moment before chuckling.

“Don’t worry, it won’t be an issue.”

“So what if you used different abilities? There are countless types of superhumans in this world. Who’s to say a person can’t possess multiple powers?”

“We suffered the most casualties in this battle—no one would suspect us.”

“And even if they do, what of it? At most, they might uncover the secret of Ice Soul.”

“Jiangnan District won’t interfere with that. As for the other factions? Ha!”

Zheng Yixian’s expression grew arrogant. “Even if they learn the truth about Ice Soul, it’s already too late for them to do anything about it.”

Yuan Kongye nodded.

“You’re right. In the face of absolute power, nothing else matters.”

“The only rule in this world now is survival of the fittest.”

“So, once the investigation team leaves, we should make our move.”

She tilted her head back, eyes filled with devotion.

“The best meal should always be saved for last.”

“As long as I can take the abilities of the leaders from each faction, my power will reach an unimaginable level.”

“I will become the god of this new world.”

Zhang Yi and Yang Xinxin talked for a long time, refining their plan. Yang Xinxin helped fill in the missing details.

The plan would be ruthless.

But to survive, it had to be done.

“Let’s keep this between us for now. Telling the others will only create unnecessary panic.”

“As long as we know what needs to be done, that’s enough.”

Zhang Yi said firmly.

Yang Xinxin blinked curiously.

“You’re planning to do this alone?”

Zhang Yi smiled.

Hands in his pockets, his eyes softened slightly.

“At this point, I’m the only one who can.”

The power hierarchy among superhumans was becoming increasingly clear.

The gap between different levels was enormous.

And their opponent was likely an Epsilon-class superhuman—the highest level known to humanity.

Numbers alone wouldn’t be enough to win.

They needed to use every advantage available.

And certain necessary measures.

At a time like this, Liang Yue and Fatty Xu couldn’t do much to help.

Luckily, they trusted Zhang Yi completely.

When the time came, they would follow his lead without hesitation.

That was all he needed.

The next day, the shelter remained peaceful.

Everyone believed the zombie crisis was over, that Tianhai City was finally safe again.

Smiles filled the faces of the survivors.

People chatted happily about their future—some even discussed taking a trip to the East Sea, fishing, and relaxing.

Others wondered if they could negotiate with Chaoyu Base for an offshore voyage.

Zhang Yi listened with a smile, occasionally adding his thoughts, as if he had no worries at all.

After breakfast, he suited up, armed himself, and prepared to head out.

Curious, the others asked where he was going.

Zhang Yi shrugged and grinned.

“The Zombie King is gone, but there are still scattered zombies around. I’m going to clean them up and get some practice with the sword techniques Liang Yue taught me.”

Liang Yue stood up immediately. “I’ll go with you! Clearing zombies shouldn’t be a one-man job.”

Uncle You and Fatty Xu also volunteered to join.

Zhang Yi thought for a moment, then chuckled.

“There’s no need for that. We’re not dealing with the Zombie King or the Bronze Armored Zombies—no need to make a big scene.”

“How about this? We’ll split up. Everyone will clear a different area around the shelter.”

The group agreed that his plan made sense.

So, one by one, they donned their combat gear, grabbed their weapons, and set out on their hunt.

Author's Note