The End of the World: Start with a Book, All Superpowers Depend on Reading

Wang Mingyang walked quickly to the subway station, with only more than 40 minutes left before the doomsday.

He scanned the code skillfully and entered the station...

Ding ding... The gate flashed red lights and made a few sharp sounds.

Wang Mingyang was confused, but suddenly reacted and looked at the balance on his phone: 0.58

"Fuck! I forgot that I spent all my money yesterday!"

A chubby girl behind him looked at him with contempt, swiped her phone on the gate, the green traffic light came on, and the two gates opened. The girl squeezed Wang Mingyang and walked forward on her own.

Wang Mingyang smiled indifferently, stepped back a few steps to make way for the gate, lowered his head and fiddled with his phone, opened all the white slips and flower shells in it, and then scanned the code to enter the station.

It happened that Line 2 arrived at the station, and he quickly boarded the subway. Wang Mingyang found a seat to sit down. It would take more than 20 minutes for the subway to reach the provincial library. He needed to use this time to think about his next plan.

He now possesses two superpowers, which are powerful. The metal control superpower can turn the metal around him into protective gear at any time.

The population in the city center is concentrated, and it is even more crowded at noon, so it is easy for a group of zombies to break out.

The energy in the body is limited, and it cannot completely guarantee his own safety. He also needs to prepare some weapons. Metal control can easily condense weapons, but since there is still some time, saving a little energy is a little.

In my memory, there seems to be an ancient weapon store near the provincial library, which sells various swords and knives, of course, they are all unsharpened display weapons.

However, for him who has the metal control superpower, sharpening is just a matter of hand.

The subway arrived at the station on time, and Wang Mingyang grabbed his backpack and ran out quickly, attracting a lot of sidelong glances from the slow crowd around him.

"What is this guy doing! Is he in a hurry to reincarnate?"

"Who said he wasn't? He got off the train and didn't fight for a seat, and he ran so fast!"

"He must be a wage earner..."

Several girls wearing JK and suspender skirts only felt a gust of wind blowing around them, and couldn't help but mutter and laugh.

Without even turning his head, Wang Mingyang strode up the stairs and disappeared in a few steps, ignoring the ridicule of these people.

In a dozen minutes, they will know what social beating is.

Rushing out of the subway station quickly, Wang Mingyang identified the direction and ran straight to the mall not far from the subway entrance.

The weapon store is a street shop near the mall. He had been curious and visited it once before, and met the props staff of the crew purchasing sample models.

‘Shen Diao Weapon Store’!

A huge plaque and an eye-catching storefront.

Wang Mingyang’s eyes lit up and he rushed in.

The dazzling display cabinets of weapons dazzled him instantly.

The waiter inside was receiving two middle-aged men and was startled by Wang Mingyang who rushed in quickly.

“Hello, is there anything I can do for you? We have a full range of long and short weapons here, with reliable quality and various styles, all made by masters!”

Another waitress dressed in Hanfu and graceful figure immediately stepped forward, bowed slightly with a professional smile and asked softly.

"I need a straight knife or a horizontal knife! The style doesn't matter, the quality must be tough enough." Wang Mingyang said quickly. The weapons displayed in this store are basically models, which are more for the crew or enthusiasts.

The crew uses props, which are soft and diverse in style.

The waitress understood as soon as she heard it that this handsome guy must be an enthusiast, and what he needs is a real weapon that has not been sharpened.

"Hello, please follow me." The waitress smiled and gestured, leading the way to the inner room.

The lights in the inner room were bright, and there were many unsharpened swords hanging on the wall. Wang Mingyang walked straight to the knife wall and scanned the knives on the wall.

"These are all unsharpened weapons, including Tang horizontal swords, Yanling swords, ring-headed swords, Japanese swords..." The lady introduced the knives on the wall with a smile on her face and a gentle tone.

"Find me the best horizontal sword in your store!"

Wang Mingyang looked around and chose the Tang horizontal sword. This kind of weapon is very popular in the end times and is very easy to use.

"Okay, what's your budget?" The young lady nodded and asked a little closer.

"Give me the best, money is not a problem." Wang Mingyang waved his hand.

"Well, wait a minute!" The young lady glanced at Wang Mingyang's clothes obscurely, turned and walked towards the warehouse.

He was wearing street goods, and I don't know where he got the tone to say that. Let's see how he slaps his face.

After a while, the young lady came back with a beautiful wooden box.

Putting the wooden box on the coffee table in the rest area, the young lady slowly opened it, revealing a simple and elegant Tang horizontal sword. The scabbard was black, simple and clear, and there was no extra decoration.

(The blade of the horizontal sword is straight and upright, with "the kingly style of the sword and the domineering spirit of the knife")

"This Tang horizontal sword was cast by Master Wu Ming, forged with the highest strength manganese steel, and was made after thousands of hammers and tempers..."

Wang Mingyang was too lazy to listen to the waiter's introduction, stretched out his hand to grab the horizontal sword, and pulled it out by holding the handle.

Cheng Liang tried to swing the 80-centimeter-long blade and felt it was quite smooth.

Wang Mingyang also used the metal control to sense the blade. The structure inside was fine and it was indeed tough enough after thousands of hammers.

He had used several Tang swords in the five years of the end of the world, but none of them could reach this strength.

It was really good. Reading books is just theory after all.

It would also be good to look at the finished product and observe the metal structure to improve the supernatural power.

If you really don't do well in the future, you can still make knives in exchange for supplies or something.

It smells good...

Nodding with satisfaction, Wang Mingyang put the sword into its sheath and asked calmly: "How much does this cost?"

The waiter's mouth twitched slightly, but she still responded with a professional smile: "This knife is called Mo Ying, and the total price is 100,000!"

"Okay, where can I pay?" Wang Mingyang nodded without hesitation. His I-Tiao and Payroll limit was 200,000, which was completely enough.

Anyway, after the end of the world, no one will chase him to pay back the money, and it will not be spent until it is in vain!

"Uh..." The young lady seemed to have no idea that Wang Mingyang really wanted to buy it and could afford it, so she was not slapped in the face at all.

Instead, her face seemed to hurt, and her cheeks began to turn slightly red.

"Please go this way..."

The young lady is a professional. After being stunned for a while, she immediately adjusted herself. Holding the wooden box, she began to guide Wang Mingyang. The smile on her face became much more sincere.

Wang Mingyang followed the young lady back to the lobby and scanned the QR code to pay at the cashier.

"Ding! 100,000 yuan has been received."

“Welcome next time.”

Seeing that Wang Mingyang really paid, the smile on the waitress's face became brighter and brighter. She bowed and handed over the wooden box containing Mo Ying. She was thinking of leaving her contact information so that she could develop and sell more knives in the future.

"Sir, would you like to keep one..."

Wang Mingyang grabbed the wooden box, slung it over his shoulder, and turned away neatly.

The waitress suddenly froze in place, and the smile on her face began to distort...

At 11:53 on May 26, 2035, there are only a few minutes left before the end of the world.

I don’t have time to talk to you here, so why don’t I leave any contact information...

When the apocalypse comes and the communication network is cut off, leave a hammer behind!

Will I look for you in the pile of corpses then?

A real-life version of "I have a date with a zombie"?

See which bone is destined to you?

Nothing!