Volume One, Chapter 5: An Unwelcome Guest

Although the rain had lessened, the sky remained a heavy, oppressive gray that made it hard to breathe. Fallen Leaf Mountain was completely surrounded by floodwaters, transformed into a solitary peak afloat on the water.

Li Hexuan lowered his binoculars, a faint, almost imperceptible smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. On the water’s surface, those tiny struggling black dots—survivors clinging to life—were slowly making their way toward the mountain’s base.

“Brother Xuan, here come more fools who don’t know when to die,” Zhang Nan said, shouldering his semi-automatic rifle as he stood beside Li Hexuan, gazing down the slope. A few dilapidated rafts—some mere kayaks, others just planks lashed together—wobbled precariously closer.

“I figured as much,” Li Hexuan snorted. “Fallen Leaf Mountain is the highest hill in E City. If they’re not heading here, then where else would they go?”

In this apocalypse, starving survivors crazed by hunger were sometimes more troublesome than the fish monsters lurking beneath the water.

Before long, the first wave of “guests” reached the mountain’s base.

Seven or eight men, women, and children emerged like drowned spirits, soaking wet, their faces pale and waxen, eyes flickering with a mix of fear and a fading glimmer of greed. Leading them was a burly shirtless man, chest hair thick and wild, his face a map of hardened flesh. His sharp gaze locked onto the solitary villa perched atop the mountain.

“Hey! You people up there, listen up!” the burly man wiped dirty water from his face and bellowed hoarsely. “We’re here to escape the flood! Smart ones open the door quick and hand over your food and drink!”

His tone was arrogant, as if the villa belonged to him.

The bedraggled group behind him started jeering, emboldened by their numbers, their voices growing louder.

Zhang Nan’s temper flared immediately, about to curse, but Li Hexuan raised a hand to stop him.

“Nanzi, it’s time to teach these blind fools a lesson,” Li Hexuan said with a cold smile.

“Got it, Brother Xuan!” Zhang Nan snarled, striding toward the courtyard wall.

Near the wall lay several leftover stones from the villa’s construction. He bent down, gripping a table-sized slab of bluestone. His arm muscles bulged fiercely, veins standing out.

“Lift!”

With a low roar, Zhang Nan hoisted the several-hundred-pound stone overhead.

The group at the mountain’s base, cursing and spitting, suddenly froze when they saw the enormous stone raised above the villa. Their eyes nearly popped out, and their shouts caught in their throats.

Zhang Nan grinned, veins bulging, then slammed the giant stone violently onto the ground.

“Boom!”

The heavy thud shook the earth beneath them.

Those who had been swaggering behind the burly man immediately went weak-kneed, scrambling backward, no longer daring to advance.

Only then did Li Hexuan leisurely step to the balcony’s edge. His voice was low but every word struck clearly into the ears of those at the mountain’s foot.

“This mountain belongs to the Li family now.”

“If you want to live, bring your skills and trade them for food and shelter.”

“Useless deadbeats or freeloaders—get lost now!”

The shirtless man looked shaken by Zhang Nan’s display but, hearing Li Hexuan’s words, his face twitched with rage. He stiffened his neck and growled, “Who the hell do you think you are, claiming this mountain? There are so many of us—do you really think you can stop us?”

Though his words were fierce, his feet were nailed to the spot, unwilling to step forward, clearly cowed by Zhang Nan’s monstrous strength.

“Annoying,” Li Hexuan muttered impatiently.

Before he finished, he flicked his finger, unleashing a silent arc of pale blue electricity that sliced through the drizzle and struck the muddy ground half a meter in front of the burly man’s feet.

“Sizzle!”

Mud splattered as the earth instantly blackened and the acrid smell of burning filled the air.

The burly man felt an electric current surge from his soles to the crown of his head; his legs buckled, and he collapsed into the muddy water, teeth chattering, unable to form coherent words. The others behind him turned pale, shrinking back silently, too frightened to make a sound.

“Say one more word,” Li Hexuan’s voice turned icy, “and the next lightning bolt will strike your forehead.”

Those words sent the burly man’s spirit fleeing; he dared not argue further. The group scrambled back onto their ramshackle rafts and paddled desperately away to a safe distance, though their eyes still lingered greedily and resentfully on the villa atop the mountain.

Watching the cowards flee in panic, Zhang Nan laughed heartily. “Brother Xuan, you’re amazing! You’ve got to be ruthless with these pests!”

Li Hexuan showed no amusement. “This is just the beginning. The number of people trying to climb this mountain will only grow.”

He turned to Zhang Nan, his expression serious.

“Nanzi, remember, this isn’t a shelter or some damn welfare home. If you want to survive here, you follow my rules and prove your worth. From today on, this place is called ‘Thunder God Base.’”

“Thunder God Base?” Zhang Nan pondered, his eyes lighting up. He slapped his thigh enthusiastically. “Great! That name’s badass! Brother Xuan, whatever you say, I’m with you!”

Li Hexuan nodded and glanced back toward the water below.

In the distance, more faint black dots swayed; more survivor boats were approaching. Some hesitated, perhaps having witnessed the earlier scene and wary of coming closer; others, driven by desperation or hunger, pressed on heedless, paddling toward Fallen Leaf Mountain.

Looks like this night, Fallen Leaf Mountain won’t know peace.

“Brother Xuan, those black dots down by the shore are moving again,” Zhang Nan mumbled, rubbing his sleepy eyes after a brief nap, his neck stiff.

Though the rain had stopped, the sky remained as oppressive as an overturned pot, stifling and suffocating.

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