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

The unexpected answer stunned Yan Ziming; she never expected her uncle to say that.

"I just wanted to tell you, because I think you should know about this."

"......"

"Okay, okay, I've received the news. Does Sister Mo Sheng know about this, Uncle?"

Given Mo Sheng's good relationship with several senior figures, Zhou Ye's death was definitely a huge blow to her, and Yan Ziming began to worry about her.

"Just mind your own business and don't worry about anything else. That's all, bye."

All that came out of the phone was a "beep" sound. Yan Ziming threw the phone on the table, slumped down, and stared out the window, lost in thought.

After a long while, she closed her eyes with a hint of helplessness, muttering to herself, "This really taught me a lesson..."

"Class? What did you learn?" There was someone's weight on my lap, my neck was wrapped around, and a delicate, smooth touch spread all over my body.

"Don't cause any trouble first thing in the morning!"

Yan Ziming gave her a charming glare and grabbed the hand that was fidgeting on her body.

"you have not answer my question yet."

Yan Ziming, somewhat overwhelmed by Mu Mu's onslaught, paused: "You've learned... the spirit?"

"Why is it a question?" Mu Mu moved closer, they could feel each other's breath, and her other hand had already climbed up and gently kneaded the pair of towering peaks.

Yan Ziming answered irrelevantly: "Zhou Ye sacrificed himself."

"what?!"

Mu Mu's pupils contracted slightly, and she lost control of the force in her hand, causing Yan Ziming to let out a soft moan.

"You're hurting me!" Yan Ziming's eyebrows shot up, and his hands climbed up Mu Mu's breasts, seeking revenge.

"It's all because you suddenly said something like that!"

Mu Mu shamelessly shifted the blame to Yan Ziming, but she was no longer in the mood for that kind of thing. To stop Yan Ziming's revenge, she pressed him for details.

"I just called my uncle, and he told me personally that Zhou Ye sacrificed his life yesterday. The reason was..."

The word "alienation..." escaped Mu Mu's lips, making her feel slightly unsteady.

“Yes, mutation.” Yan Ziming’s tone suddenly turned to deep admiration: “In his last moments, he fought to the death against a sequence-level demonic nightmare!”

The death of a Sequence-level crystal means that not only has a huge threat been eliminated from the world, but China has also stored up an additional Sequence-level crystal core!

What a pitiful and lamentable old man!

He dedicated his life to the country. I wonder what he felt when he learned that he would be transformed into a Sequence-level monster that would wreak havoc on the country.

With this feeling in mind, he shed his last drop of blood, bringing enormous benefits to his country!

That's why Yan Ziming admires him so much.

Of course, if she knew exactly what Yan Shan had done last night, she would probably only admire him to the point of prostration.

"So that's how it is. Yan Shanbo specifically told you this to teach you something."

Mu Mu placed her hands on her knees and asked again, "So, I still have the same question: why is it a question?"

Having learned the spirit, Yan Ziming could have proudly spoken of it, but she phrased it as a question, which puzzled Mu Mu.

Yan Ziming said uncertainly, "Ah... how should I put it? I was deeply moved, but 'learning' and 'understanding' are two different things. I feel that this kind of thing might not be suitable for me."

"All I know is that if someone I care about becomes alienated, I will never let them go down this path, no matter the cost! I will never let them go!"

"Mua—!" Mu Mu kissed Yan Ziming's cherry lips with lightning speed.

Yan Ziming was exasperated: "You... that's enough! This is such a serious atmosphere and you're still thinking about these things!"

"Go ahead and do it if you want to." Mu Mu seemed not to hear her and slapped Yan Ziming hard on the back.

"Fools always seem to be right if they ignore the consequences. I'll take this opportunity to tell you this myself, even though you already know it."

Mu Mu leaned close to Yan Ziming's slightly reddened earlobe and breathed softly, "No matter what happens, I will always stand by your side."

“Hmm…” Yan Ziming’s face flushed red.

She was right. He had known this all along, but knowing that Mu Mu had said it under these circumstances, Yan Ziming's heart was pounding rapidly for some reason.

"Sweet talk..." Yan Ziming lunged forward and fell onto the sofa with Mu Mu.

The pattering of the rain seemed to mask their movements, creating a rhythmic melody.

Chapter Sixty-Eight: The So-Called Reward

Fang He was very anxious.

Whenever he patrolled the streets with his team, the gossip of others would increase his irritability to the point of nearing his limit.

It's so noisy...you bunch of scum...

A bunch of ants shouldn't try to provoke the lion's majesty...

Perhaps it was because Fang He's face was extremely gloomy and he was releasing a dangerous aura that the surrounding whispers suddenly subsided, and people retreated and avoided him.

"Fang He, control your emotions," Zhao Dongxu, the team leader, said in a deep voice after noticing this.

"Control your emotions?" Fang He glanced at him. "Which eye of yours saw me with emotions?"

Zhao Dongxu frowned. Fang He had actually openly provoked him, which meant that the other party's emotions had been suppressed to the extreme. If he was provoked any further, he might do something terrible.

Not only him, but the other team members also had gloomy faces and remained silent.

In fact, remaining silent at this time is already a statement; they are clearly on Fang He's side.

—We can accept being criticized for doing good deeds, but are we not allowed to have emotions?

Knowing that nothing he said would be of any use, Zhao Dongxu sighed and shook his head. He planned to report the situation of the team after he returned this time and transfer them to a position where they would have less contact with people.

At least I can enjoy some peace and quiet without having to listen to other people's gossip.

He doesn't have absolute authority in this team because his strength is only at the seventh level. The previous captain, Qi Huandong, was transferred to another city due to the urgency of the battle front, and he has now taken over.

When he took over, Qi Huandong had carefully, very carefully, and very carefully instructed him: "Whatever you do, don't provoke them."

Zhao Dongxu memorized this.

boom--!

A booming sound came from the west, accompanied by billowing smoke and dust. Judging from the noise, it was at least an S-class entity, and it wasn't too far away.

Well, "not too far" is only relatively speaking; they are actually several kilometers away from there.

However, the data terminal showed that, apart from their team, the nearest team with a seventh-level ability user was at least ten kilometers away!

"Let's go." Zhao Dongxu immediately gave the order and led the team to the scene of the incident at full speed.

A strong wind whistled past his ears. Zhao Dongxu looked behind him and was surprised to find that Fang He hadn't fallen behind. He had thought Fang He would deliberately slow down, but it seemed that he hadn't.

It took them three minutes to reach the scene. It was a scene of devastation. Several buildings had collapsed, and occasionally, cars that had been smashed flat by the force of the impact could be seen. There were even armored vehicles, and bodies buried in the rubble could still be vaguely seen.

Just as expected, this was an S-class mutated species, nearly forty meters tall, like a behemoth.

Extremely tricky!

"Everyone back!"

Zhao Dongxu, with a solemn expression, ordered the soldiers to retreat. This was already close to SS-level mutated species, and considering that mutated species are generally stronger than other mutated species of the same level, it was questionable whether the two seventh-level soldiers could escape unscathed.

Fang He's lips twitched incessantly. The sense of crisis this mutated species brought him was second only to the pressure he felt when he competed with Yan Ziming last time.

A voice in my head kept telling me that it wasn't worth fighting to the death with such a big guy for the sake of those ants.

However, as he looked around and thought about many things, he made one last decision.

Just this once, and just once! If it still doesn't work...

Two different realms unfolded simultaneously, and Fang He and Zhao Dongxu launched their fiercest attack on it, determined to kill it before inflicting greater losses!

Alternatively, holding it firmly in check until reinforcements arrive is also an option.

However, this mutated species was ultimately killed by two people at the cost of one being seriously injured and the other slightly injured.

Zhao Dongxu was seriously injured and lost an arm. Fang He was only slightly injured, but he was in no better shape. He was covered in blood, and he could scare people to death if he walked down the street at night.

Zhao Dongxu covered his injured arm to stop the bleeding. He didn't know where his hand had gone; it might have been crushed into a pulp by the rubble.

His gaze toward Fang He was filled with admiration.

Actually, in terms of output, Fang He was the most powerful. His own loss of an arm was ultimately just due to a lack of skill; his opponent's strength surpassed his own.

They seem so unwilling, regarding others as ants, but they're actually quite dedicated.

Zhao Dongxu looked at him with new respect.

Exhausted, Fang He leaned against a crumbling wall to rest, staring blankly at the sky. He didn't notice Zhao Dongxu watching him; he was thinking about something else.

I've already put in so much effort, I really hope to get some reward... Huh?

I felt a dull, painless impact on my head, as if something had hit me and made a cracking sound.

His pupils refocused, and he saw Zhao Dongxu and the soldiers cleaning up the battlefield staring at him in a daze, their eyes filled with rather complicated expressions.

That gaze held anger, sorrow, and despair.