Chapter Two

Iron Fist came faster than I expected.

A dozen minutes later, a black Cadillac pulled up in front of the store.

Four burly men in black suits got out of the car first, followed by Iron Fist himself—nearly 1.9 meters tall, with broad shoulders like a wall, a coiled venomous snake tattooed on his bald head, and a skull tattoo on his left knuckle, each representing a human life.

I stood inside the shop, holding a cleaver, coldly watching them.

Iron Fist pushed open the door, glanced at my knife-wielding hand, and said disdainfully, "Ethan Black? Your parents said you'd hand over the keys obediently."

He pulled out a document and slammed it on the table. "Transfer agreement, in black and white."

I didn't read the agreement. "The person who signed it doesn't have a property ownership certificate, so it's just a piece of waste paper."

Iron Fist's eyes turned cold: "Looks like you want to suffer a bit."

He waved his hand, and four burly men immediately surrounded him.

Just then, sirens blared.

Two police cars pulled up, and six officers walked in. Sergeant Hart, who was in charge, said in a deep voice, "Don't move."

I took out the property certificate and handed it to him. After verifying the transferor's signature on the transfer agreement and the name of the owner on the property certificate, the sheriff said to Iron Fist, "According to the law, this transfer agreement is invalid!"

He told them to leave immediately.

"Of course, we obey the law!" Iron Fist gave the sheriff a forced smile, but gave me a cold look.

I knew he wouldn't dare to make a move while the police were around, but once they left, Iron Fist would definitely retaliate against me.

However, since the end of the world is coming, I don't care at all.

As Iron Fist and his men walked toward the door, one of his men had just pushed it open when a woman in a coffee shop uniform suddenly lunged at him and bit his neck.

Blood splattered, and the burly man screamed but couldn't push away the crazed woman.

"What's going on?!" Iron Fist kicked the woman away, but his subordinate was already on the ground, his throat torn open, and after a few twitches, he stopped breathing.

The next second, his eyes rolled back to a deathly gray, he got up and let out a beast-like roar, lunging at the nearest person.

This bizarre scene left everyone wide-eyed.

"Back in the store!" Sheriff Hart roared, and everyone rushed back in a panic.

The streets were in complete chaos, with pedestrians running wildly and some falling to the ground only to immediately get up and turn into howling zombies.

A dozen zombies rushed toward the store door at the same time. After the last policeman rushed in, Hart quickly pulled the glass door shut.

"Bang!" The zombies crashed into the door, but an invisible barrier appeared and bounced them away.

Everyone stared in astonishment at this scene.

Iron Fist reached out and touched it. His palm touched the barrier, which glowed faintly. He opened his eyes wide. "My God!"

At that moment, a mechanical voice echoed in my mind—

[Doomsday System Activated Successfully]

[Late Night Barbecue Host: Ethan Black]

【Attributes: 1. Absolute Safe Zone; 2. Ability Replication; 3. Infinite Ingredients】

[Scanning Awakened Ones...]

Inside the store, Sheriff Hart suddenly groaned, his skin gleaming with a metallic sheen.

Iron Fist let out a low roar, his arm muscles bulged, and he actually smashed the solid wood tabletop with a single punch.

The mechanical voice in my head sounded again—

[Detection successful]

Hart Johnson, Class B ability: Body of Steel

[Iron Fist Malone, C-Rank Superpower: Strength Enhancement]

“My body…” Hart murmured to himself, while Iron Fist stared at his fist, his eyes filled with excitement.

The others were both surprised and envious.

In the apocalypse, supernatural abilities awaken, and only a few can gain power.

All I have to do is wait for them to eat in the store, and I can replicate their abilities.

The chaos outside lasted for three hours.

The howls of zombies, the screams of survivors, and the gunshots intertwine to create a tragic elegy for the end of the world.

The people inside the store stared at the horrific scene outside the window, their faces ashen. A young policeman couldn't help but gag, while Iron Fist's henchmen huddled in a corner, trembling.

The streets finally fell silent. Zombies roamed freely, and the ground was littered with severed limbs and bloodstains. There was no sound of living people anymore.

Suddenly, someone in the store whispered, "I'm hungry."

Then everyone realized that it was already past six o'clock from three in the afternoon, and with the shock and exhaustion, they were all starving. Hart and Iron Fist, whose stomachs were growling even louder because of their awakened superpowers, were even more hungry.

"I'm going to grill something, everyone sit down." I said as I walked towards the kitchen, but a smile involuntarily crept onto my lips.

Hattie nodded his thanks, and Iron Fist sat down, his gaze towards me complex and gloomy.

He was just trying to rob my shop, but now he's relying on me for food.

I opened the grill, and the charcoal fire quickly blazed up. I took out pork belly, chicken wings, and lamb skewers, skewered them, and placed them on the grill.

The oil dripped onto the charcoal fire, sizzling and releasing a delicious aroma that quickly filled the air, making everyone stare at the skewers and swallow their saliva.

Ten minutes later, the first batch of skewers came out of the oven, and I handed them to everyone, saying, "Eat up."

Everyone thanked them and began to eat.

I watched with some nervousness as Hart and Iron Fist put the lamb skewers into their mouths and chewed.

Just then, a mechanical voice sounded: [Detected a superhuman eating] [Copying abilities...]