I Have a “System” Halo

"Fanfanfanfan ~ Do you want to take this task ~"

"Huh?" Mo Fan who returned to the space and did not immediately transmit a questioning voice, "What mission?"

"I'll send the mission brief to you." The system said, and then the packaged plot was transmitted to Mo Fanzhihai.

"This seems to be fun." Mo Fan smiled playfully.

System: 0.0

"Fan Fan, do you want to pick it up?"

"Um." Mo Fan said casually.

"However, didn't you always send me directly to the world before? Why would you ask for my opinion this time?"

"Jie Ge ..." the system pointed to the finger, "because the characters are a little special this time."

Mo Fan raised an eyebrow.

"The client is the protagonist."

Mo Fan's eyes were full of interest, "The protagonist suffers? The son of luck will have such a strong will?"

"This is a Be world, so ..."

"Since you will ask me, then it means that the world is not connected?"

"Yes, because it is the protagonist's acceptance, so after he paid his soul power, he no longer has the opportunity to reincarnate, and the process is irreversible. But if you accept this task, you need to fully accept the protagonist Personality, after all, the focus of world consciousness is on the protagonist's attack. "

Mo Fan squinted. "Are you hiding something from me? Since this world allows me to choose, it doesn't make sense for the previous world."

System: Crying

"But it doesn't matter, it's not that important in your mind."

system:……

It would rather ask everyone to ask it! Although it will not say, these two treatments are completely different. ?

"Send me over."

"Okay, Fanfan." The system looked downcast.

This is an eschatology, but the protagonist's attack does not lead humanity to a broad future like most eschatology. This world ends with the fall of safe areas and human extinction.

The character of the protagonist is very strange, commonly known as "Mother of God". He believes that the world is beautiful and human nature is always good. He always puts the needs of others in front of himself and helps as many people as possible in order to illuminate the world with the aura of the Virgin.

The desire of the original owner: to help more people, so that humanity can continue.

This is indeed "Virgin Mary", with no need for self. Mo Fan thought.

Before he died, the original owner condemned himself as not strong enough to protect his fellow citizens. He thought, if it was someone else, would it not be so.

This desire was captured by the system and the contract was established.

Most of the Virgin personality has an unrich but happy living environment, and the original owner is one of the majority.

The original owner has grown up in an orphanage since he has memories. After working half-time in adulthood, I often work several jobs and send the extra money back to the orphanage. Not only does it mean to repay, but also wants to help more people.

Seeing this, Mo Fan couldn't help laughing. Sure enough, the environment determines people. Those who grow up in a small environment are easily limited in their thinking. If the original owner really wants to help more people, shouldn't he be trying to improve himself and create more value?

Although the original owner's grades in the school are at the forefront, this is just an ordinary university.

The original owner is currently a sophomore student. When Mo Fan crossed over, it was just the beginning of the last days.

"Mo Fan, are you okay?"

Someone around him pulled himself down, and Mo Fan looked up and revealed a soothing smile to the other side, "I'm fine."

The system applauded, "Fanfan, you enter the play so fast!" I forgot about the frustration of being rejected by Mofan in space.

This time is the time for noon break. Four people in the dormitory came back from class and did not go out. The sudden total solar eclipse made all people on the earth fall into a coma. After waking up from the coma, the world changed completely.

Four people in the same dormitory, two of them turned into zombies, and Mo Fan was powerless, and was protected by another roommate.

The roommate is a sports student. There are some flowers and embroidered legs. It is not difficult to cope with it. It was only that the original owner was disturbed in the center of the panic. One of the housemates who had not been checked and was almost converted into a zombie was scratched by Yang Fengrui, pushing him away to avoid injury.

However, Yang Fengrui was just an ordinary student after all, he was injured by the zombies!

The blood at the wound was not bright red, but black with red. Slightly rotten wounds tend to spread.

Mo Fan's face was full of guilt and anxiety. "Sorry, I blame me. If you didn't save me, you wouldn't be scratched by you monsters."

Yang Fengrui smiled softly, judging softly, "It's okay, you're fine."

Yes, Yang Fengrui likes the protagonist and is an important man in this world.

"You'll be fine, I won't let you be fine." Mo Fan's voice was already crying.

Yang Fengrui is his best friend and often takes care of him on weekdays. Sometimes because of part-time work, he often does not have time for breakfast.

Yang Fengrui shook his head and took him to the window. "Look."

The students who were on the ground at the best time for their youthful vitality climbed up the moment they lost their breath and joined the group of "biting monsters".

"After a while, I will become like that," Yang Fengrui said with regret. "I don't regret it, but I can't protect you in the future. You have to take care of yourself."

"No," Mo Fan kept shaking his head, saying incoherently, "No, you are not dead, you will not become a monster. Blame me, blame me, it's all my fault."

Suddenly, Mo Fan's eyes lightened, "Yes, there is medicine in the bedroom. I'll bandage you. Wait for me, you will be fine."

Mo Fan went to the medicine box in a panic, Yang Fengrui did not stop, and opened his affectionate eyes to see him. Probably, this is the last time he can look at each other well.

Hands shivered uncontrollably, medicines and bandages in the medicine box fell to the ground, Mo Fan fell to his knees, pulled out the necessary items from the inside, and disinfected Yang Fengrui with medicine.

"It's useless."

The wound was rotting at a visible rate, and Mo Fan let out his hands, covering his face with both hands.

"When I go out, keep the door closed, don't just go out. The food in the bedroom is enough for you to eat for a few days. If someone comes to the rescue, you go with them." Yang Fengrui began to explain the aftermath.

"No, you don't go out. The injury was originally me, it shouldn't be you." Mo Fan clutched Yang Fengrui's injured hand with both hands.

"You let go of me first, don't get infected by me."

"No, there must be a way, there must be a way ..." Mo Fan murmured, at this moment, his hand emits a circle of milky light, in the surprised eyes of the two, Yang Fengrui's wound was visible. Speed ​​recovers.

The black unknown was expelled, and the wound no longer ran out of fluid, slowly crusting. Mo Fan was surprised, "Yang Fengrui, look at it, you're fine."

"Um." Yang Fengrui also showed hope for the rest of the life after the disaster.

He was equally surprised, but his performance was not excited by Mo Fan. If Gein could not hold him even, Mo Fan was afraid he would be more helpless.

The wound heals itself. After joy is frightened. What's wrong with this world? Will there be something more unreasonable?

Mo Fan's rough nerves didn't think of it, just worried, "What should we do now?"

Yang Fengrui groaned. "Staying here is not the way. If we are surrounded and there is no food or water, we will die. I will go exploring the road first to see how many students are alive and you are waiting for me."

Mo Fan knew he couldn't help, and nodded, "You're careful."

"Um." Yang Fengrui raised his hand and tried to touch Mo Fan's head, but Mo Fan turned to take the things on the table and avoided it.

Handed the baseball bat on the table to Yang Fengrui's hand, Mo Fan said, "You hold this, defend yourself."

"Well, you close the door." This time, Yang Fengrui did not touch Mo Fan's head again.

As soon as Yang Fengrui left, Mo Fan put away the expression on his face and listened to the movement outside.

There was no such monster in the corridor, that is, a zombie, and Yang Fengrui was relieved. He knocked on the doors of each bedroom one by one, and some responded, while others slammed into the door, apparently, the inside was no longer the "classmate" he was familiar with.

The zombies were slow, clumsy, and the door opened inward. After closing, they did not know how to look at the door. They kept trying to break through the obstacles that blocked themselves, and tasted the "delicious" food that they "smelt". ".

It was also Yang Fengrui's luck. The dormitory doors on the same floor were closed. It was clear at a glance who was alive and who became a zombie.

Not everyone can respond quickly. When things happen, some people are still confused until they are bitten. Therefore, very few people have survived.

A few people were told to bring the food in the dormitory, and a group of seven or eight people gathered in Mo Fan's bedroom.

Mo Fan hurriedly opened the door to several people, concerned, "Is it okay?"

Yang Fengrui replied, "It's all right."

One of Yang Fengrui's rescues was especially lucky. At that time he was in the toilet, came out and saw a "monster", and locked himself directly in the toilet. Hearing Yang Fengrui's inquiries, he shouted for help and was saved.

"Did you have any injuries? If you are injured, you must say, or you will become those ..." Yang Fengrui pointed out, "It's too late."

Several of them shook their heads. The injured person had become a zombie before Yang Fengrui came.

"What shall we do now?" Someone asked.

They can't stay here all the time, and nothing else, food is a big problem. Adding together the things in one person's hands is enough to eat for two days, which is still more. A few of them are big boys and naturally have big appetites.

Out of the closed window, the students' horror shouts kept coming, and there was noisy upstairs and downstairs.

"I'm going to rescue those people," Mo Fan stepped out, holding his fist firmly, "I can save them."

Yang Fengrui wanted to prevent Mo Fan from telling his special, but it was too late, "I have abilities and can be treated."

Speaking of them, an old scar was removed from someone.

The group looked surprised.

Ability? Zombie? Eschatology? Do they also have special abilities to excite?

"Mo Fan, how did you get here." Someone couldn't help asking.

"I don't know," Mo Fan shook his head. "Suddenly, there was. Yang Fengrui was scratched, and then I was in a hurry, and his wound was fine."

"Then how did you trigger it just now?" The one who asked him first was Wang Yan, who was a student in a different class from Mo Fan.

"That is, I want to heal your wound, and that's it." Mo Fan looked blank.

Wang Yan's eyes showed a disappointed look. With the power, the probability of surviving in this end time will be much greater. He is just an unarmed ordinary man.

Yang Fengrui suggested, "According to Mo Fan, he wanted to heal you, so naturally, the power was stimulated. You can also try and think about how to defeat the zombies."

"I'll try it first." Wang Yan walked to the bed excitedly, suppressing his fear and nausea when he saw the tragic scene in front of him, waving his hand, thinking silently "to defeat them and kill those monsters."

Suddenly, with a hot hand, a ray of yellow flame appeared at his fingertips, Wang Xuan was surprised, "power! I have power!"

The remaining few people saw that it really worked and followed suit.

A total of seven people were rescued by Yang Fengrui, plus nine of him and Mo Fan. Think about it, there are three or three dormitories on the first floor of the boys' dormitory building, with four people in each dormitory, but only nine people survive. This is a terrible low survival rate.

It turns out that not everyone has abilities. Among the seven people, Wang Xun is a fire-type power, and one of them found that his strength seemed to increase, probably a physical strengthening power. In addition, there are no people with abilities.

The author has something to say: Second more ~

600,000 words, happy ~ but the thought of 400,000 words, the author feels that the new pit is far in the future. . . .