Qiao Jia was murdered—truly, utterly dead. But there was good news: she had bound herself to a mystery box system to compete in a resurrection tournament. The bad news? She had lost all memories from
"Qiao Jia, go to hell!!"
The face was blurred beyond recognition, yet Qiao Jia could feel the cruelty and hatred radiating from that person as clearly as a blade's edge.
Waking up in the open wilderness, Qiao Jia touched her chest.
There was a savage wound running straight through her heart.
"Host, someone is really coming!"
The system's excited voice suddenly rang in Qiao Jia's ear as she looked up.
In the distance, several vehicles smeared with blood sped toward her.
Seeing this, Qiao Jia forced a stiff smile.
She had purposely chosen this stretch of wildland near a river. Now that cities had fallen to monsters, humanity could only flee ever farther into the wild. This place was the only route for those escaping from Giantwood City!
Qiao Jia noticed the vehicles, and the people inside noticed her too—standing alone before a small pushcart in the desolate plain.
A solitary human appearing out of nowhere in this vast wilderness—no matter how you looked at it, it was suspicious.
"What’s going on? Someone just popped up here. She’s not another zombie, is she?"
"Have you ever seen a zombie wave at you?"
The people in the cars debated. As they passed by Qiao Jia, one of the vehicles couldn’t resist stopping.
"Sister, hop in, quick!"
A young woman in the car called out with urgency in her voice.
"Would you like to buy a mystery box?" Qiao Jia replied, her words unrelated, raising her hand to point at the sig