Le Xiaowei had no idea that Xie Gantang was nearly beaten to death by her own brother.
"I'm telling you, if anything happens to Xiaowei, I won’t let you off." Le Xu viciously gripped Xie Gantang’s collar, looking as if he wanted to tear him apart.
Xie Gantang coughed heavily.
"Easy, easy—she’s fine. That Yuan Qiaoqiao’s abilities are incredible. I’ve got things to do, so I’ll head out of the base first. Calm down, just calm down."
Xie Gantang clutched the note in his pocket. With this slip of paper, he could easily sense Le Xiaowei’s presence. After all, it came from Si’s spatial dimension and carried her essence.
"Get lost." The more Le Xu looked at Xie Gantang, the angrier he became, even eyeing him with suspicion.
They had arrived at the Northwest Base before Xueyue. Xiao Linfeng and his harem had also arrived at the same time, though Xiao Linfeng’s human harem now consisted of only one member, so Le Xu wasn’t particularly wary of him in the base.
Both men had formed their own squads, taking on missions daily. On the mission leaderboard, the two were tied for first place. Every time Xiao Linfeng saw another name beside his, he seethed with rage.
This wasn’t how it was supposed to be. He was a transmigrator—he knew the plot and had a system. By all means, he should have left the original protagonist in the dust.
Yet something had slipped beyond his control.
What Xiao Linfeng didn’t know was that on the day he arrived at the Northwest Base, Yuan Qiaoqiao had been nearby, stripping away the radiant protagonist’s halo from above his head.
Unfortunately, she couldn’t absorb such a thing, so after some thought, she tossed it to Le Xu instead.
After all, he was her sister’s older brother—her sister’s brother was her brother too.
Same difference.
She despised Xiao Linfeng that much.
After wandering outside the base for a while, Xie Gantang finally found the place where Yuan Qiaoqiao had locked Le Xiaowei.
Given that girl’s temperament, there had to be some kind of barrier nearby.
Not daring to barge in recklessly, Xie Gantang positioned himself across from the building. Le Xiaowei was held on the second floor, and from his angle, he had a clear view of her.
"Gu Wei!" he suddenly shouted.
Hearing the noise, Le Xiaowei on the other side abruptly opened her eyes and got off the bed, only to see someone jumping up and down on the opposite building.
If she hadn’t known what he looked like, she might have mistaken him for a monkey running wild in the apocalypse.
As soon as Le Xiaowei opened the window, a note flew in.
She quickly caught it.
The words were written in shimmering gold ink.
"She is also Ning Moqing, and also Mu Miao. Aside from your previous mission, you now have an additional task—to bring the corrupted Yuan Qiaoqiao back. This is an extra mission, so name your reward—anything except immediate rebirth."
This was from Si.
But why was Xie Gantang delivering it?
Did Xie Gantang know Si?
Le Xiaowei was utterly confused. The note vanished into smoke after she finished reading it. Seeing this, Xie Gantang stepped forward below and called up to her.
"Are you okay, Xiaowei?"
"I’m fine." Truthfully, she didn’t feel too burdened.
Even if Yuan Qiaoqiao had turned dark, her core hadn’t changed much. The only thing that left a psychological scar was watching her rip apart mutants barehanded.
Other than that, nothing.
"I don’t believe you. Do some aerobics for me."
Le Xiaowei’s gaze instantly turned icy.
"In your dreams."
"After all I’ve done for you, I might as well be your brother. Call me ‘ge’ already—quick, don’t waste this moment." Xie Gantang continued hopping around below.
Le Xiaowei yanked the window shut. Just as Xie Gantang’s face fell in disappointment, the window slid open again.
A cascade of chips and snacks rained down, followed by two large bags—for him to carry them in.
Xie Gantang was stunned. When he looked up again, he saw Le Xiaowei poking her head out.
"Whatever the case, thank you."
Then she closed the window again.
So Si really couldn’t reach her anymore.
Before leaving, Xie Gantang deliberately trampled the snow below into chaos, making it look like a crowd had passed through. Only then did he walk away, relieved.
Luckily, Yuan Qiaoqiao wasn’t around.
Still, the thought of the tough Gu Wei being tied up by his own soft, sweet wife gave Xie Gantang an inexplicable sense of schadenfreude.
Well, if things got really bad, he could always bend the rules once and rescue Gu Wei.
Humming cheerfully, Xie Gantang crouched under the eaves, munching on chips.
Meanwhile, Le Xiaowei sat on the bed, yawning as she wondered how hard it would be to find the purification source. She really didn’t want anything to happen to Qiaoqiao.
Damn it—if anyone else had kidnapped her, she would’ve rebelled immediately.
But how could she resist when it was her darling wife?
Then again, if the purification source was part of her original mission, wouldn’t it be a piece of cake for Qiaoqiao?
But judging by how long she’d been gone, maybe the source was far away?
Could it be in the Arctic Ocean?
Antarctica wasn’t out of the question either.
After all, those places sounded pure and untouched—perfect for something core-related.
Now that Yuan Qiaoqiao could fly and leap, only those two places could make her disappear for days.
Wait… had Si originally planned for her to swim to Antarctica to catch zombie penguins?
That was not happening!
As Le Xiaowei’s thoughts spiraled, the snow along the coast gradually melted into the sea. The world was quietly changing, but the people wintering in the Southeast Base remained oblivious to the impending disaster.
If this had been the old Le Xu, he might have cared about ordinary people. But now, he had no time for them.
As for Xiao Linfeng, dealing with people had always been his least favorite thing.
When Xie Gantang returned to the base, he saw Le Xu and Xiao Linfeng in a fight. Surprisingly, Xiao Linfeng was losing. Staring at his bruised body, Le Xu didn’t even blink.
"Why?" Xiao Linfeng wiped the blood from his lips, a flicker of confusion in his eyes.
He didn’t understand.
How had things come to this between them?
Le Xu’s early betrayal still baffled him.
"If you hadn’t tried to kill my sister, I might’ve actually worked for you. Then again, even if you hadn’t, I’d never take orders from you."
Le Xu’s gaze was icy.
Just as Yu Jing had said—they were grown adults. Why should they grovel before some college kid?
Because he had thick skin? Because he played nice with zombies?
It was laughable.
Le Xu couldn’t even fathom what had been wrong with him in his past life.
For the first time since arriving in this world, Xiao Linfeng tasted defeat. It felt just like before—everyone looking down on him, calling him worthless, a deadbeat who refused to work and just leeched off his parents.
No, that wasn’t it.
He was the new god of the apocalypse. He had a system.
"System, help me! I need more abilities!"
What Xiao Linfeng didn’t know was that ever since Yuan Qiaoqiao’s corruption, everything around her had been affected by her energy field. Even a system like Si had lost contact with its host—so his own…
Well, it was gone too.
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