My Rise During Apocalypse Begins with 100 Million Cockroaches

[If you could earn three bags of bread by completing one of these challenges, which would you choose...[A: Defeat a C-302 apocalypse cockroach.][B: Spend one hour in a sealed room with a hundred million red cockroaches.]A glowing screen hovered above an abandoned road.More than a hundred people stood beneath it, staring up and talking among themselves."Three bags of bread! That's a huge reward!""I haven't eaten in three days. If I could get three bags of bread...""C-302. Another unknown type of cockroach. That's too risky.""Remember the MA-1002 ant? It sucked a grown man dry in an instant.""Option B might be doable. A hundred million red cockroaches shouldn't eat people, right?""This is the apocalypse! Who knows if those red cockroaches are normal?""Idiot! Even ordinary red cockroaches could kill you in those numbers!""Ha. What can't kill you in this hellhole?"Among the crowd, twenty-year-old Leroy York narrowed his eyes at the [Choice] on the screen. His clothes were worn

Leroy spent nearly two months with the team, so he knew what Blondie was like.Before the apocalypse, Blondie was a petty thug.After it began, he got lucky and became a Beyonder.And people like him cared more about respect than anything else.If Leroy embarrassed him, Blondie could hold a grudge for a month and make trouble for him whenever he got the chance.On the other hand, if Leroy showed him respect, Blondie might help him when it was within his power.One loaf of bread could buy Leroy help in the future and spare him a certain enemy.There was everything to gain and nothing to lose.A loaf of bread might once have been a vital resource to Leroy.But now, it mattered less.With his analysis ability, he was unlikely to starve!Just then, the man in his forties walked up to Leroy, his face full of gratitude. "Thank you. I was going to choose B, but then I saw you standing here..."You looked like a smart kid, so I followed your lead. If I hadn't, I'd be dead too!"The man glanced

Nineteen to one. The split looked enormous.But it was inevitable. All nineteen were survivors who had avoided [Choices] for a long time.What kind of person avoided them for so long?There was only one answer.Someone who was afraid to die.So, why would someone like that choose B?In racing [Choices], losers almost always died. Only a rare few let them live.And how could an ordinary person outrun a rabbit?To everyone, option B meant certain death.Naturally, no one else chose it.Just then, a bald man jumped down from the roof of a Jeep. He stood nearly six feet three and had a lean build. He looked up at the glowing screen with a defiant glint in his eyes and said, "I choose A."When he appeared, the crowd instinctively lowered their voices. No one dared speak.He was Zachary Grant, another of the team's Beyonders.He was known for his brutality, and no one dared cross him.Shane seemed to expect this. He simply nodded to Zachary and said nothing.Zachary possessed a specia

Blondie stood nearby and laughed as he swore."Shit, he used my name to scare them. That kid's got guts!"Blondie was no fool. He could tell Leroy deliberately borrowed his reputation to make the others back down.But he did not mind.For one thing, Leroy showed him respect. Blondie could not humiliate him for no reason.Besides, Blondie enjoyed the attention!Being feared and admired by everyone felt damn good!Before the apocalypse, he never experienced anything like it!Shane watched Leroy for several seconds before shaking his head.What a shame...If Leroy were a Beyonder, Shane might have made him a trusted aide.Leroy was more capable and levelheaded than almost ninety-nine percent of the people in the convoy.However, he was not a Beyonder.For that reason alone, he could never join the team's inner circle.Being a Beyonder was the price of admission.Shane walked over to the nineteen survivors who lost their hands. His eyes were cool behind his glasses as he spoke calmly."U

When Zoe saw that Leroy received only a skateboard, she almost laughed aloud.She even shot him a taunting look.Served him right!All he got was a skateboard!What rotten luck!Of the twenty-one who took part, he got the worst reward!Aside from Leroy, even the least fortunate person received an electric scooter.A lousy skateboard!What good was that?It might not even be faster than someone on foot!Of course, where there was cruelty, there was kindness too. A few vehicle owners offered their empty seats to survivors who had nowhere else to go. The owner of the large van was one of them.And those owners had not joined in when the others attacked Leroy.Just then, the van's owner walked over to Leroy.He was a man in his forties with a large beer belly, a scruffy beard, and a worn black shirt."Hello. I'm Wade Hannon."Leroy looked at Wade."What? Here to challenge me to a deathmatch?"Wade smiled and shook his head."Of course not. I didn't join in when the others attacked you. Y