"Little Wei, what are you doing?" Si hadn't even processed this move.
This was outright kidnapping.
Could it be that she wanted Xia Jingli and Le Xu to rekindle their past connection? No, even if Little Wei was emotionally detached, she would never do something like that.
Sure enough, Little Wei spoke up.
"A water-type ability user. The teddy bear might not need it, but I do. I want to take a bath."
Si: ╮(─▽─)╭
She should’ve known it was about this.
Life in the apocalypse was harsh. Ever since the blood rain began, all water sources had been contaminated and rendered unusable—filthy beyond measure.
To Little Wei, Xia Jingli’s identity as a water-type ability user was a treasure.
She had even specifically asked Si whether this female lead was Xiao Linfeng’s lackey. If not, it’d be a waste to leave her for Xiao Linfeng instead of taking her away.
Besides, she wasn’t supposed to be his in the first place.
Xia Jingli only let out a sigh of relief once their vehicle had put enough distance between them and Xiao Linfeng’s car.
"Thank you," she said softly.
"You didn’t want to stay with him?" Le Xu suddenly asked.
Xia Jingli shook her head.
Who’d like a womanizer? Besides, his constant… urges were something she didn’t even know how to describe.
"Why would anyone want to stay with him?" Le Xiaowei snapped from the front seat.
Le Xu choked back a response but didn’t press further.
"If any of you are thirsty, you can ask me for water. I’m a water-type ability user," Xia Jingli quickly offered.
She might not excel at much else, but when it came to logistics in the apocalypse, she was unmatched.
"Qiaoqiao," Le Xiaowei suddenly called out.
"Huh? What is it, sis?" Yuan Qiaoqiao responded immediately.
"Once it’s close to evening, your cooking skills will come in handy," Le Xiaowei said with a smile.
They drove at high speed for a long time, making sure the male lead couldn’t catch up. When they reached the highway entrance, they found it blocked by abandoned vehicles and swarming with zombies. After a moment’s thought, Little Wei decided against taking the highway.
The road was completely jammed, and the highway probably wasn’t any better. It’d be better to stick to city roads.
With Yu Jing, their human GPS, around, Little Wei wasn’t worried about getting lost.
But what Little Wei hadn’t expected was that, just as they found a place to stay for the night, a living person came storming down from upstairs.
"Like I’d even wanna team up with you losers. What a joke," a handsome young man spat on the stairs before turning to leave.
Le Xiaowei and the others had just parked when the boy spotted them. His expression remained indifferent, and he was about to walk past them without a word—until he passed by Little Wei.
Something about her felt familiar.
He abruptly stopped, then raised his hand, summoning a small orb of deep purple lightning in his palm.
"Does your team… need another member?" He flashed a bright, sunny smile.
A lightning-type.
A flicker of shock passed through Le Xu’s eyes.
Lightning abilities had always been dominant in the apocalypse. Unlike water-types, which only became formidable later on, lightning was highly effective against mutated plants and sea creatures.
With someone like this on their team, their strength would skyrocket.
But this decision was ultimately up to his sister.
"My little sister’s the captain. Ask her," Le Xu said, gesturing toward Little Wei.
Le Xiaowei studied the man in front of her, sizing him up.
"What’s your name?" she asked.
"Handsome."
Le Xiaowei: "…"
"Hard pass. He’s even more narcissistic than me," she said with visible disdain.
Meanwhile, Yuan Qiaoqiao clutched Little Wei’s arm tightly. For some reason, this guy’s gaze made her deeply uncomfortable.
Xiao Linfeng had given her the same feeling.
It was like they both wanted to steal Little Wei away from her.
Why would they do that? No—why was she even thinking like this? Sure, her sister was in her third year of college, and even though she was a zombie, she had every right to date.
This irrational jealousy of hers was seriously messed up.
Yuan Qiaoqiao felt both annoyed and restless, her emotions in turmoil.
"Relax, I was joking. Just wanted to compliment you. So, what do you say? I’m strong—a fourth-tier lightning-type. You won’t regret taking me in. Oh, and my name’s Xie Gantang."
"Si, is this guy good or bad?" Little Wei was certain she hadn’t seen this character in the original story.
"He wasn’t in the novel. Up to you."
The moment Xie Gantang appeared, Si recognized him. This guy was seriously persistent—last time, he’d shown up as Crown Prince Mo Hanyun in Mu Miao’s world, and now he was here in the apocalypse.
Judging by his demeanor, he’d probably hopped through two or three worlds already.
This had to be a coincidence.
Le Xiaowei wasn’t particularly interested in high-tier ability users, but judging by Le Xu’s reaction, fourth-tier was rare.
He might come in handy when hunting special mutants later.
"Fine, he can stay."
Only after Little Wei agreed did Le Xu relax. If they wanted to take down Xiao Linfeng, their current strength wasn’t enough.
For some reason, he felt like there was something far more terrifying backing Xiao Linfeng.
Otherwise, how could a normal person possess so many abilities?
It was downright absurd.
Hearing that he was allowed to stay, Xie Gantang’s smile widened with satisfaction.
"I’ve got some food here—consider it a welcome gift," he said, handing over his backpack.
Yu Jing took a look and whistled. Damn, this was the good stuff—rice and potatoes included. Tonight’s meal was going to be a feast.
The second floor was occupied, and the first floor was flooded, so they headed to the third. Luck was on their side—the unit was empty, seemingly freshly renovated.
It even had a gas stove. In the kitchen, Qiaoqiao found two or three bags of rice and unopened seasonings. The previous owners must’ve been about to move in when the apocalypse hit.
Perfect for them.
Xia Jingli washed the water storage bucket thoroughly, filled it up, then sat down to rest, absorbing the energy cores she’d collected earlier.
"Big bros, what do you want to eat?" Yuan Qiaoqiao asked after cleaning the pot.
"Start with what I brought," Xie Gantang said between crunches of potato chips, looking nothing like someone surviving the apocalypse.
Then again, he hadn’t expected to sense Liu'er’s soul fragment in such a hellish world.
This was just ridiculous.
"Just cook those. We haven’t had a proper meal in ages," Le Xu agreed.
Yuan Qiaoqiao got to work. Just as Xia Jingli stood to help, Little Wei grabbed her hand.
The generator hummed in the background as Little Wei opened the water tank and looked at Xia Jingli.
"Fill this up. I want to take a bath."
Xia Jingli blinked in surprise as Little Wei pulled out three water-type energy cores from her pocket.
She’d just used up her energy to supply water for cooking, but if it meant getting a bath sooner, losing three cores was nothing.
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't think I'm that capable, I'm just trying my best to stay alive. I've been kind all my life, never did anything bad, yet worldly suffering spared me not one bit. The human world is a nice place, but I won't come back in my next life. A kind young man, who wanted to just get by singing, but through repeated deceits and betrayals, has gone down an irredeemable path.
rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!
young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."
e, Immortal Body, Transmigration, System, Progression Fantasy, Academy Setting, Third-Person Perspective. Alternate Title: Transmigrating into a High Martial World and Reading Live Comments. Bad news: I transmigrated. This is a terrifying high-martial world, and my original, pathetically weak body fell into a coma and never woke up. Good news: I got a Popularity Points system upon arrival. I can see live comments and even create an unkillable alternate identity. Starting out, the alternate identity has all stats at 1. The system tells me that to grow stronger, I must participate in the plot, gain popularity points to allocate stats and grow stronger, and ultimately awaken my original body. And so, carrying my original body on my back, I officially entered Huaqing Academy, where the story's protagonist resides. From that moment on, Chen Guan kicked the original plot to pieces. Live Comments: [Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin guy creepy? He can summon indescribable grey misty hands.] [Is this guy a hero or a villain? What kind of onion became a spirit?] [By the way, does anyone know who's in the coffin? Shouldn't the debt for saving his life be repaid by now?] [According to unofficial histories, the person in the coffin was Chen Guan's first love. Their love was once passionate and earth-shattering, but they were separated by life and death due to worldly circumstances. What a star-crossed pair.] ... Years later, the world knew of a demon god born from a coffin, shrouded in grey mist, impossible to gaze upon directly. His foremost divine emissary often wielded a scythe, reaping lives like the god of death. As war approached, facing former friends and a boundless sea of enemies, Chen Guan merely raised his scythe. "Would you like to dance as well?"
