I am free in the research base, but hardly anyone is willing to talk to me. They don't even give me a second glance.

No words of disgust are spoken, but the expressions of disgust are hard to hide.

During today's routine physical examination, I secretly took a pair of tweezers while no one was paying attention.

It's enough for me to pry open the lock leading to the top floor.

I should be grateful that the base is just a temporary renovation of an old elementary school. If it were some high-tech facility, I would probably be helpless.

As I climbed to the top floor, the base's alarm went off.

"Zhang Xiao! You can't escape!"

"Zhang Xiao! Humanity needs your blood!"

The book once said, "Baseness is the passport of the base, nobility is the epitaph of the noble."

Therefore, humans never hesitate to speculate about others with the most despicable thoughts.

I am, and so are they at this moment.

Due to nuclear contamination, biological mutations and zombie outbreaks, "nobility" has long become the passport displayed by certain despicable individuals.

The world has long lost its order.

What will be engraved on my tombstone?

Success—The selfless dedication of LUTHERAN experimental typeface!

Failure—A sinner who killed the savior of the apocalypse and evaded responsibility!

I turned around, facing thousands of zombies and fish creatures outside the base.

With a gentle leap, I smiled and said,

"The only experimental typeface—begins now!"

Shouts from the rooftop reached my ears.

"No!"

"Wait!"

"Zhang Xiao! You're too selfish!"

"You coward of a human!"

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