Rebirth in the Apocalypse: My Little Space farm Chapter 19-20
Chapter 19: Traveling Companions
Su Hao nodded, setting down his backpack. Instead of sitting, he went to the window and opened the curtains.
The night was pitch-black, the sky heavy with clouds. The moon offered only a faint glow, and the silent streets held an unspoken danger.
Closing the curtains, Su Hao sat beside Su Mo. He saw her examining a dark, egg-shaped stone, reminding him of their purpose.
He retrieved his backpack and pulled out three similar stones, though of different shapes, handing them to her. “I only found three.”
He had wanted to search further, but the sudden influx of zombies forced them to retreat.
“With the seven I already have, that’s plenty,” Su Mo said. In the later stages of the apocalypse, even a small fragment would be incredibly rare, let alone ten sizable ones.
As they spoke, they noticed Peng Yu emerging from the kitchen with a tray holding three instant noodle cups.
Seeming embarrassed, he blushed. “Um, I don’t usually cook, so all I have is ramen.”
In this world, even a bottle of water could spark a desperate scramble. Su Mo smiled—her first genuine smile since the apocalypse began. “Having food is already good enough. Let’s eat together.”
She was about to put the stones back in her bag when Peng Yu exclaimed, “Hey! Aren’t those the weird stones that fell from the sky?”
Su Mo was startled. “You’ve seen them?”
“Of course! I saw them fall on the day of the apocalypse. One even hit my friend; he bled. It was near where you encountered the zombies. I thought they were strange and collected some.” To emphasize his point, he quickly retrieved a backpack from another room.
He’d gone to sleep immediately after arriving home that day, leaving the bag untouched. He’d nearly forgotten about it until he saw Su Mo’s stones. He unzipped the bag and pulled out a stone. “See? They’re the same.”
Upon seeing the black crystal, Su Mo confirmed its identity.
She couldn’t help but chuckle. In her previous life, the old man had mentioned a large number of black crystals appearing here. They had found only a few, leading her to believe the old man had exaggerated, or perhaps the location had shifted. Now she understood—someone had gotten there first and collected the majority.
Su Mo eyed Peng Yu’s backpack. How many were in there? They’d risked their lives for ten stones. She gazed at Peng Yu with a melancholic look, whispering, “You’re so lucky.”
Peng Yu, slightly unnerved by her gaze, stammered, “W-well, if you like, you can have them all.”
“Really?” Su Mo’s eyes lit up as if she’d seen treasure.
Peng Yu felt his face flush under her intense gaze. He nodded. “You’re probably looking for these stones, risking your lives for them. They must be important. They’re just pretty stones to me; they’re useless. So, you can have them.”
Su Mo was touched by his thoughtful gesture. She hesitated before replying. “They are important, but we can’t just take them. How about this: Tell me what you want, anything within our capabilities, and we’ll get it for you.”
Peng Yu scratched his head, considering. He looked at the two of them, hesitating before speaking. “Actually, I don’t really need anything. But…can I come with you?”
Both Su Mo and Su Hao looked troubled. He continued hastily, “You’re the only people I’ve seen alive. You’ll probably leave tomorrow, and I don’t want to die alone, without anyone to talk to. I want to come with you, to have someone…”
Su Mo fell silent, frowning. “Coming with us is fine, but our journey is dangerous, I’m afraid…”
“I don’t care. And I’ve been doing taekwondo since I was little. I won’t be a burden,” Peng Yu said quickly, his eyes shining.
They exchanged glances. Su Mo nodded. “Alright. As long as you’re not afraid of danger.”
Despite their short time together, they trusted the boy’s character. In this world, having someone to share the burden was better than facing it alone, as long as they worked together.
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Chapter 20: The Goofball
Night was as chilling as a lurking serpent.
Time marched on, days and nights alternating, but the rhythm of the seasons was gone, replaced by scorching days and freezing nights.
On a winding mountain highway, the faint headlights of an SUV were clearly visible. Su Hao cautiously navigated the mountain road, slowing his speed considerably.
Su Mo, in the passenger seat, kept watching Peng Yu in the rearview mirror.
Then, around a sharp bend—
Bang!
A loud crash echoed through the small space. Peng Yu, leaning against the window, was asleep, his head lolling, his mouth slightly open, drool forming at the corner of his lips. He seemed to be having a vivid dream.
Around another bend, Peng Yu’s head bonked against the front seat, then bonked against the window.
The repeated impacts made Su Mo wince. She expected him to wake up, but instead, he merely licked his lips, let out a contented sigh, and his hand slowly, slowly slid down. Soon, the steady rhythm of his breathing filled the car.
Simultaneously, both Su Mo and Su Hao twitched the corners of their mouths, watching the soundly sleeping Peng Yu.
Su Mo rubbed her forehead. It had been two months since they first met Peng Yu. She recalled his shy smile, his blushing cheeks—the picture of innocent youth.
But with time, she’d discovered that the boy was anything but shy. It had all been an act. He was a lovable goofball.
She remembered an incident where they’d found a building overflowing with supplies. To be safe, she’d provided them with better firearms from her space.
The goofball, never having touched a real gun, got so excited that he accidentally shot the abandoned car next to them, resulting in an explosion and attracting hordes of zombies. They had to abandon the supplies and flee the city.
Even now, Su Mo felt a pang of anger.
The silver lining was that the frantic escape awakened their latent abilities: Peng Yu’s rare psychic powers, and Su Mo’s electric abilities. Surprisingly, Su Hao awakened a wind ability; she remembered him having fire powers in her past life.
A half-moon hung in the sky. The night was still frigid, but the smog and snow were gone, only the extreme cold remained.
It was past 3 AM. Su Mo brewed two cups of coffee from her space and handed one to Su Hao.
The rich aroma filled the car. Su Hao slowed the car, took a sip of coffee, and chuckled. “Your skills have improved. Not bad.”
Su Mo rolled her eyes. Because of her brother’s coffee habit, she’d been brewing it daily for the past two months. She’d started poorly but improved with practice.
Moreover, she used pure mountain spring water from a nearby stream, enhanced with drops of spiritual spring water from the Chaotic Spiritual Well. The coffee was not only delicious but also beneficial.
The fragrant aroma reached Peng Yu. He stirred, his nose twitching, and opened his eyes, his gaze fixed on the coffee, shining brightly. He reached over, shouting, “That’s not fair! You’re drinking coffee without me! I want some too!”
Su Mo froze mid-sip, turning around. Peng Yu, sporting a large bump on his head, glared at them with a disgruntled expression. Su Mo twitched her mouth. The world of foodies was truly something else.
Su Mo poured him a cup from her space. He took a sip, his face contorting in enjoyment.
Were it not for the bump on his head, he would have looked quite charming. Su Mo discreetly turned away; she hadn’t seen anything.
Su Hao chuckled, finding the scene hilarious.
Upon hearing his laughter, Peng Yu leaned closer. “Su Ge, what’s so funny? Tell me!”
“Nothing. Just a bit windy,” Su Hao said, gesturing towards the swaying branches outside.
Peng Yu glanced outside and nodded seriously. “It is pretty windy. It’s giving me a headache.”
Su Mo almost choked on her coffee.
Su Hao twitched the corner of his mouth. Seeing Peng Yu’s oblivious expression, he offered Su Mo a tissue and patted her back. “Mo Mo, don’t worry about me. I’m fine. Don’t choke.”
Su Mo, who hadn’t been choking before, now really was, her face turning red.
“Stop,” she choked out, unable to speak further.
Peng Yu, unable to understand, gazed at her with concern.
Su Hao rubbed his forehead.
Peng Yu, ever the perceptive one, said with utmost concern, “Su Ge, do you have a headache too? The wind is really strong. You must take care of yourself.”
Su Hao’s hand stilled. His face darkened, his mouth twitching. “Mm.”
“The wind is too strong,” Peng Yu mumbled, sighing, “It’s making Su Ge speechless.”
Even his low murmur was audible in the small space. Su Hao’s temples throbbed. Su Mo, recovering, couldn’t help but twitch her mouth and roll her eyes.
She silently poured Peng Yu another cup of coffee. He happily accepted it, falling silent.
Su Mo hadn’t hidden the existence of her space but hadn’t fully explained it. Peng Yu assumed she had bi-directional spatial abilities and didn’t press further.
Much had changed over the past two months. The apocalypse was rife with danger. The slow-moving zombies had evolved, now capable of running and hunting. Soon, flying zombies would likely appear.
She looked at Su Hao and Peng Yu, their faces etched with weariness from two months of relentless travel.
Su Mo took out her map, carefully studying it. They were on the highway connecting Hongyang Province and Jiujiang Province. In two hours, they would reach their destination.
