I transformed into a cute girl and lived a carefree life in the apocalypse.

In no time, several men were already ready to vie for a spot next to Yan Ziming. After all, being close to someone makes it easier to get closer to them, and who knows, they might even have a beautiful encounter.

However, when they got closer, Yan Ziming's aura clearly kept them at a distance, and most of the people sitting here were seventh-level ability users, so the beauty in front of them was probably also at that level.

"Don't mess with us!" These four words came to their minds, and having no other choice, they had to find other seats to sit down.

"Are they other ability users who were called in to listen in, just like me?" Yan Ziming thought to himself as he looked at them.

"Hello beautiful, may I sit next to you?"

Chapter Twenty-Five: Old Wang

"Hello beautiful, may I sit next to you?" As Yan Ziming was thinking, a voice came from the side.

Yan Ziming looked up and saw a middle-aged man standing next to her, who pointed to the seat next to her.

Yan Ziming frowned and looked around. Although there were still some empty seats, this place wasn't his own, and he couldn't very well refuse if Yan Ziming wanted to sit here.

Yan Ziming nodded and said in a cool tone, "Sure, please feel free to do as you please."

With Yan Ziming's permission, the uncle took out a phone from his pocket and sat down to play games. Judging from his concentration, he didn't seem to have even the slightest impure thought about the beautiful woman next to him.

"What is this guy playing? He's so focused on it," Yan Ziming thought to himself.

She had initially thought the middle-aged man was trying to chat her up because of her beauty, but now it seemed that wasn't the case; he simply wanted to sit there.

Yan Ziming looked him over carefully. He had straight hair with bangs, a white long-sleeved shirt, black trousers, and shiny black leather shoes—a typical office worker's outfit.

Yan Ziming, a self-proclaimed gamer, was also curious about what kind of game he was playing. She glanced at his phone and discovered that he was actually playing a rhythm game.

And it's the same rhythm game that Yan Ziming plays—Love Live!

"He's actually a fellow Daoist?" Yan Zimo suddenly felt a sense of kinship with him.

Although there are quite a few people who have the leisure to play games these days, the vast majority of them are ordinary people without any combat abilities. In the circle of supernatural beings, Yan Ziming has never seen even one who plays games.

To Yan Ziming's surprise, there was one right now, and they were even playing the same rhythm game.

His once aloof gaze was no longer so unapproachable, and Yan Ziming decided to speak to him.

"Hey sir, do you play Love Live too?"

The middle-aged man was somewhat surprised by Yan Ziming's sudden question.

The middle-aged man's inner monologue at this moment was like this: "Strange, wasn't this girl just a little cold? Why is she suddenly asking me questions, even asking if I also play Love Live..."

Wait, "also"?

Is she also a Love Live! fan?

The middle-aged man, noticing this, looked at Yan Ziming and replied, "Hmm? Oh, right, but what do you mean by 'also'? Do you play this game too?"

"Yes, I play this game too."

"Really?!" The man seemed very excited. Although he tried to keep his voice down, he still startled others.

"I'm sorry, I lost my composure." Realizing his lapse in behavior, the middle-aged man apologized to those around him.

Seeing that nothing was amiss, the others stopped paying attention to this scene. However, one of the people who had tried to strike up a conversation with Yan Ziming looked rather displeased.

"Sorry, did I scare you? I was just too excited to meet a fellow Daoist." The uncle apologized to Yan Ziming somewhat awkwardly.

Well, Yan Ziming understood his feelings to some extent.

"It's nothing. By the way, which character do you like the most, sir?"

"Of course it's Maki and Nico! I love those two characters so much. And please don't call me 'uncle,' my full name is Wang Haoran, just call me Lao Wang."

Old Wang... Yan Ziming grinned. This guy is probably an NTR enthusiast.

"Okay, my name is Yan Zimo, you can just call me Zimo too."

Old Wang looked Yan Ziming up and down, and said thoughtfully, "Hmm... I think you'd be quite suitable to cosplay Nico-chan. How about it, would you like to give it a try sometime?"

Yan Ziming felt a stirring in her heart; it seemed like she could give it a try... But when she imagined herself cosplaying Nicole, something seemed off.

After glancing at his own chest, Yan Ziming instantly realized that Nicole's chest wasn't that big!

This is truly a sad story.

Regarding some settings changes

Gansu Military Administrative Region was renamed Yongjing Military Administrative Region

Shaanxi Military Administrative Region was renamed Xihai Military Administrative Region

Qinghai Military Administrative Region was renamed Sanqin Military Administrative Region

The Central Military Administrative Region was renamed the Bei'an Military Administrative Region.

Jiangning Military Administrative Region remains unchanged

Chapter Twenty-Six: A Sensation

"Let's forget it, I'm not really suitable..." After realizing that something felt off, Yan Ziming had no choice but to politely decline.

"Oh, that's a real shame." Old Wang was also somewhat disappointed when he heard Yan Ziming's refusal.

But then Old Wang thought about it carefully and suddenly realized—oh, that's how it is! Zi Mo looks like she's at least an E cup, right? No wonder she didn't want to cosplay Nico-chan. But Tojo Nozomi seems like someone she could consider; they're both that big...

Yan Ziming noticed that Lao Wang had suddenly fallen silent, and she didn't know what he was thinking about. However, her intuition told her that Lao Wang was definitely thinking about something bad.

He waved his hand in front of Old Wang's eyes, but Old Wang still didn't react.

Knowing he was being uninteresting, Yan Ziming had no choice but to give up on waking him and sat quietly in her chair waiting for the meeting to begin.

"Hey Zimo," Old Wang suddenly said, startling Yan Zimo, who was just about to enter meditation.

Holy crap, weren't you just standing there like a turtle, completely still? You scared the crap out of me!

"I think you can give it a try..." Old Wang was interrupted halfway through his sentence.

Yan Shan's voice rang out in the conference room: "The meeting is now in session!"

"Let's wait and see, the meeting has started." Old Wang suddenly changed the subject, glossing over what he had just said. His change of attitude was so quick that Yan Ziming didn't even have time to react.

Yan Ziming, who was halfway through the conversation, was eager to know what Old Wang was trying to say. Just as she was about to speak, she noticed that Yan Shan was looking at her with a serious expression, as if reminding her to be quiet.

Depend on!

Realizing what had happened, Yan Ziming glared at Old Wang resentfully. No wonder his attitude changed so quickly; it turned out his uncle had looked over and hadn't even warned him.

After being warned by Yan Shan, Yan Ziming adjusted his posture and remained silent.

"I'm sure everyone is wondering why we chose to set up camp here when the Yongjing Military Administrative Region is just a short distance ahead."

"Some of you may have already guessed it, but some are still not quite sure. Now I'll tell you." Yan Shan paused, then uttered a piece of news that left everyone dumbfounded.

"Yongjing Military Administrative Region, gone!"

Yan Shan's voice echoed in the conference room like thunder, making everyone's vision go black.

The sky has fallen!

This was people's first reaction: this was a military administrative region! Since the end of the world, there had never been such a major event as the breaching of a military administrative region.

Yan Ziming sat in the corner with a gloomy face. Although she had known about it for a long time, hearing the news again still made her feel heavy-hearted.

A colonel, unable to sit still any longer, slammed his fist on the table and stood up: "Sir, is this source reliable? This is no small matter!"

The speaker was Meng Hong, who was only forty years old but already held the rank of colonel. He was steady and reliable, and it was only a matter of time before he was promoted to general. Even he was shocked by the news.

Yan Shan gestured for him to sit down and instructed his adjutant to distribute the prepared documents to everyone.

"The details are all written down here; you can look at them yourselves first."

Yan Ziming took the report and glanced at its contents. He was quite surprised when he saw that the Reaper had been killed.

So the mantis monster was already destroyed by them with neutron bombs? How come the Yongjing Military Administrative Zone has fallen?

The answer you're looking for will definitely be there later!

Yan Ziming continued reading, and by the time she finished the report, she was drenched in cold sweat.

Colonel Meng Bai's face was also terribly gloomy, like an eggplant leaf that had been hit by frost, turning black and purple.

Chapter Twenty-Seven: Sequence Levels

Not only was Meng Bai's face grim, but everyone present who read the report also had dark expressions, clenched their fists, and were practically spitting fire in their eyes.

But along with their anger came a sense of dread. The 30-meter-thick solid city wall had collapsed with a single impact; how could they not be afraid?

"Commander, do we have detailed information about this monster?" Meng Bai was the first to recover and asked.

Clearly, the monster refers to the one that caused the destruction of the Yongjing Military Administrative Region.

"Currently, we have absolutely no information about it," Yan Shan admitted without hesitation.

Upon learning that his side had no intelligence on the enemy, Meng Bai sat down dejectedly, feeling a bit of a headache.

“However, Huang Tao and I already have a guess,” Yan Shan continued.