Bzz... bzz...
Attention, attention. A new type of virus is breaking out. Please be on alert. Bzz...
Zhao Hu, his eyes hazy from sleep, looked around. Who... who's talking?
Chen Rui's eyes, however, gradually grew serious. It's the rescue channel!
Persistent high fever... bloodshot eyes... body tremors... bzz... the above... bzz... please use physical cooling methods...
What is this piece of junk? The signal keeps cutting in and out. Chen Rui slapped the radio in frustration.
So the plague really did break out? Zhao Hu froze for a moment before suddenly turning to grab his girlfriend, looking her up and down.
The others also began checking themselves. They only breathed a sigh of relief when they confirmed no one had any abnormalities.
We left the crowded areas at the very beginning, so we should be fine, Fang Zhiyi said. I just wonder how things are in the city right now.
No one asked him why he hadn't warned the others earlier, because they all knew those survivors wouldn't have believed him anyway.
In another place, Bai Haomin took fresh clothes out of his spatial storage and put them on, lying comfortably on a soft bed. Beside him sat a brand-new radio. He had stolen all these things right before the apocalypse hit.
Fools. You have no idea, but big trouble is coming, he chuckled, taking a sip of cola. Almost all the other residents in his building were dead. Unlike Fang Zhiyi's group, who could still go out to scavenge for supplies, the area around his residence had long been picked clean by him. The survivors who ventured out found nothing, and hunger had driven everyone mad with desperation.
I don't know how that Fang Zhiyi got so lucky to actually survive. But just wait until I find you; you're dead meat. Bai Haomin had already planned out his route. He would pretend to be a regular survivor heading to the northern shelter, then secretly discover some supplies to rapidly elevate his status, allowing him to live the rest of his life in absolute comfort.
As for Fang Zhiyi, taking care of him would just be a convenient side task along the way.
Fang Zhiyi and the others had stopped their excursions. Returning from their final trip, Zhao Hu ripped off his mask and threw it far away. It's over, it's all over! The streets were swarming with infected people. He had watched with his own eyes as an infected person was thrown straight off a building by their neighbors.
The pharmacy Fang Zhiyi had originally designated had also been looted clean, and everyone had fallen into a state of panic. Zhao Hu had immediately chosen to turn back. Fang Zhiyi had told them that if the situation ever looked dire, they were to return at once—even if it meant abandoning the supplies, the people had to make it back.
Has the apocalypse really arrived? someone asked with a heavy tone.
Fang Zhiyi tossed a piece of firewood into the pile before him, listening to the crackle of the damp wood. We are all still alive, so don't dwell on things beyond our control.
He had repeatedly emphasized that they were not allowed to stay in the luxurious buildings of the villa resort. He insisted that everyone stay in the small wooden cabins closest to the lawn. Even though it was quite damp and some of the girls were reluctant, seeing Fang Zhiyi's serious expression, no one voiced any objections. They could only clean up their little cabins as best as they could, shoveling the mud outside.
Sleeping with his arms around his girlfriend, Chen Rui felt a bit of panic in his heart. He didn't know why the world had descended into such chaos, and what would happen next? Amidst his wild thoughts, Chen Rui drifted off to sleep. However, not long after he closed his eyes, he felt someone violently shaking his bed.
Chen Rui immediately rolled over and sat up. Was there an intruder? It took him two seconds to react, realizing that everything in the room was shaking.
Earthquake! It's an earthquake!
The shouts pierced the night sky. The people in the camp didn't even care about getting dressed properly; they scrambled and crawled outside. They remembered Fang Zhiyi specifically telling them that if anything happened, they should head to the lawn at the center.
By the time Chen Rui dragged Li Duo over, Fang Zhiyi was already sitting there.
Everyone's face was filled with panic as the earth continued to tremble incessantly.
Fang Zhiyi looked at everyone and shouted, Don't panic! Stay calm! But how could the crowd truly calm down? The ground was shaking more and more violently, and the surrounding buildings began to tilt.
Suddenly, a nearby mountain began to experience a landslide. Chen Rui stared with his mouth wide open, his mind a complete blank.
Zhao Hu! Check if everyone is here! Fang Zhiyi ordered.
Although Zhao Hu was also panicking, he subconsciously began to execute Fang Zhiyi's command. After just a quick scan, Zhao Hu shouted, I think everyone's here!
The earthquake showed no signs of stopping. They all clearly saw the ground not far away being torn open by a massive force, looking as if it wanted to swallow people whole.
Chen Rui tightly held Li Duo's hand, terrified that she would disappear if he let go even a little.
He suddenly looked at Fang Zhiyi. No wonder Fang Zhiyi had told them from the start not to stay in the main buildings, but rather in the small wooden cabins built as decorations for the resort. Did he know this was going to happen from the very beginning?
There was no telling how long this terrifying earthquake lasted. Everyone's heart was in their throat.
It wasn't until the tremors completely stopped that Fang Zhiyi turned and walked in a certain direction. There used to be a two-story building there, but now it had completely collapsed. He stepped onto the pile of rubble step by step, narrowing his eyes as he looked toward the city.
Zhao Hu followed behind him, and the rest of the group trailed along one by one.
Sigh. Fang Zhiyi let out a breath.
Suddenly, someone exclaimed, Xiao Yu didn't make it out? These words sent everyone searching around. The braver ones approached the collapsed building, but they couldn't see the girl's figure anywhere.
During the night, several aftershocks occurred. Fortunately, the area they were in wasn't heavily affected, though it was enough to jolt them awake from their sleep time and time again.
As soon as day broke, someone spotted blood splattered beneath the collapsed building not far away.
Everyone felt heavy-hearted. Xiao Yu must have disliked staying in the uncomfortable cabin Fang Zhiyi had arranged, and secretly snuck into the building by herself.
Fang Zhiyi did not show any emotion; he merely packed up his things and said calmly.
We're heading north.
That was all he said.
Zhao Hu and the others didn't ask why. Right now, in their eyes, the man before them was comparable to a god.
Floods, plagues, earthquakes—the successive disasters had completely wiped out whatever remained of human order.
Walking through the ruined streets, they would occasionally see weeping survivors.
Fang Zhiyi didn't speak, but Chen Rui couldn't help himself. Do you want to come with us?
The other party just cried, unwilling to engage with them.
Others warily backed away from them, muttering constant curses.
Along the way, they also encountered people wielding steel pipes trying to rob them, who were ruthlessly beaten by Fang Zhiyi and disarmed in the process.
By the time they passed through the ruin-like city, there were dozens of people trailing behind them. These people simply followed in their wake, supporting each other as they walked. They didn't know where this seemingly heavily armed group was going, but perhaps following them would keep them alive?
It wasn't until Fang Zhiyi looked back that these people stood frozen in place, cowering slightly.
he colors of other people’s emotions. Light red meant anxiety. Gray meant exhaustion. Orange meant excitement. Yellow... meant repression. At the same time, he could gain unlimited control over one of those colors. Pale cyan: relaxation. Using this ability, he started offering “two-yuan hugs,” spending an afternoon exchanging emotional-color experiences with others. Then came his final female customer of the day— a girl whose emotional color was pure black... —— A week later, Xu Chuan had become skilled at using pale cyan—Relaxation—treating it like a bottle of menthol balm whenever he needed it. That was when he discovered he had unlocked another unlimited emotional color: Purple, the color of fear. So these emotional colors refresh every week? Fine, I take it back—I’ll never call you useless again... —— Much later, after Xu Chuan had accumulated countless emotional abilities, one night, he suddenly found himself inside someone else’s dream. There, he could use the emotional colors he possessed to paint. And in her dream, he painted her a shower of pink shooting stars, spreading across the depths of the night sky...
lity and could only live as an ordinary mortal. He only wished to live a peaceful life. Yet he didn't know— The dog he adopted, because it ate his food, became a legendary demon king. The kitchen knife he casually forged became a peerless divine weapon, causing numerous experts to fight desperately for it. The young disciple he took in became an immortal lord that led an era, due to cultivating the techniques Ye Feng taught him. Even the skeletons he looked down on the most were ominous demon kings that suppressed countless worlds. Many years later, looking at the void shattered with a punch, Ye Feng murmured to himself: It turns out the peerless kings were myself all along...
s the Eldest Princess, renowned for her cold and aloof detachment, became the most docile of lambs, obeying his every command without question. But when the final move was played on the chessboard, as Gu Chenghan seized everything and ascended on the verge of apotheosis, that very Princess suddenly embraced him from behind, her tone carrying a dependence never heard before: "Wait... you haven't yet... commanded me to love you forever." Gu Chenghan froze abruptly. She... hadn't been hypnotized?! ... [The Eldest Princess's Diary] [When my soul was extracted, becoming the sole spectator outside my own shell] [At first, there was overwhelming fury, until I saw] [How he used my sword to effortlessly shatter my inescapable doom] [How he wielded my authority to eradicate fatal conspiracies I had never even detected] [Like a deity, he rescued me from the deep mire I was trapped in] [If not for those annoying vixens, he and I would be a match made in heaven] [I think I am ill, gravely ill] [My deity should belong to me alone] ... "Hypnosis? Oh, it succeeded, my dear Master." "Only this time, it's my turn to hypnotize you."
nd fell into a coma while saving his younger sister from an out-of-control car. He became a vegetable. No one knew that his consciousness had crossed into a world of cultivation. Over the course of sixty years, he began as the lowest kind of mine slave, struggling to survive amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood. By sheer chance, he eventually obtained the complete memories of a fallen Immortal King. Alchemy, medicine, formations, feng shui, physiognomy, artifact forging… Every great inheritance of the cultivation world was now his. But when he opened his eyes again, he discovered that ten full years had passed in the modern world. To pay for his treatment, his father had sold the family’s shop and house, leaving himself covered in lasting injuries and illness. His mother had cared for him day and night, and more than half of her hair had already turned white. His younger sister, who had been only fifteen back then, was now twenty-five. To help repay the family’s debts, she had been forced to lower her head and put on a smiling face in places of glittering lights and endless revelry. Only then did Chen Xuan understand that what he had lost was not merely ten years. He had lost the life his entire family was meant to have. The good news was that he had brought back the memories of an Immortal King’s entire lifetime. The bad news was that his soul had returned alone—his cultivation had not come with him. Spiritual energy was scarce, resources were depleted, and the modern world still had firearms, surveillance, capital, and laws. If he wanted to protect his family, break free from everyone’s control, and become truly invincible beneath the heavens, he would have to start all over again.
