In a post-apocalyptic world, she was reborn and became the queen of the wilderness.

‘Kacha Kacha’

A mirror hangs on the stone wall of the cave, and Nan Ruanruan is trimming her shoulder-length hair in front of the mirror.

The battle with the snow leopards happened a week ago.

During this week, she successfully upgraded her fire-type ability to level two and stockpiled a considerable number of level one energy stones for unforeseen circumstances.

They also transplanted more than a dozen unmutated peach trees, apple trees, hawthorn trees, and other trees into the space.

"Little one, let's go!"

A moment later, Nan Ruanruan swept the stray hairs that had fallen onto her shoulder to the ground, turned around and called out to the little fire fox who was taking a nap deep in the cave.

The little fox immediately opened its eyes, took a few steps forward, and jumped onto Nan Ruanruan's right shoulder.

It tilted its head, looking at the short-haired Nan Ruanruan with some discomfort.

"It's convenient."

Nan Ruanruan glanced at herself in the mirror again, "Not bad~"

She put away the mirror and scissors with a satisfied expression.

He took out the prepared supply pack, slung it over his shoulder, and crouched down to walk out of the cave.

Everything is ready; it's time to leave.

Unlike the snow-covered Wushan Mountain, the snow at the foot of the mountain had long since melted, revealing the dark red earth, which had an eerie and unsettling feel.

Nan Ruanruan glanced at it casually and then looked away. Just as she was about to drive onto the highway, a chill suddenly ran down her spine.

It was as if something dangerous was watching her.

She immediately looked back.

Only the mountain wind blew behind me, and the withered grass swayed.

Nan Ruanruan glanced around again.

In the fields on both sides, a few normal green wheat stalks were mixed in with the purplish winter wheat, swaying with the rhythm of the wind, and there was nothing unusual about them.

"Could it be that I'm imagining things?" she murmured to herself.

"Woo?"

The little fox, perched in front of the steering wheel, opened its round eyes and looked back at her with a puzzled expression.

"fine."

Nan Ruan shook her head slightly, stopped thinking about it, started the car, turned onto the highway, and drove towards Dongshi, a neighboring city of Yunshi.

Wushan was located on the edge of Dongshi. In less than an hour, the man and the fox entered the territory of Dongshi.

"Little guy, go play in the space for a while."

When she saw survivors carrying backpacks and searching for supplies, Nan Ruanruan sent the little fire fox into her spatial dimension.

The little fire fox and the four elemental abilities other than wood are her trump cards.

Unless absolutely necessary, she did not intend to let them appear in public before taking revenge.

East Market.

The once bustling city quickly fell into ruin in just one month.

The car slowly drove into the street.

Even with the windows closed, the strong stench of blood and decay, along with the stench of garbage, still wafted into my nose amidst the cold air.

Corpses were piled up everywhere, some human, some of other species.

Almost all of them were incomplete, and some were still gushing blood.

The blood covered the ground in a crimson hue, and when cars drove over it, they even created sticky, stringy trails.

Nan Ruanruan remained calm; she had seen this kind of scene many times before.

'squeak--'

A large, gray rat suddenly jumped out of a drain on the side of the road and headed straight for the convenience store next to the road.

Inside the shop, two survivors were crouching down, desperately searching for food.

Nan Ruanruan stopped the car, ready to lend a hand.

Just then, an arrow came from behind the gray rat with a whooshing sound and pierced straight into its head.

Nan Ruanruan looked in the direction from which the arrows came and saw a group of female soldiers, all carrying bows and arrows and with guns at their waists.

One of them ran quickly to the gray-haired rat carcass, dissected it, pulled out the energy stone, removed the arrow, and then went into the convenience store.

"It's getting dark, let's move on to the difficult parts and head back."

She urged the people in the store to hurry up, then ran out of the convenience store, stopping briefly as she passed Nan Ruanruan's car.

"From out of town?" she asked tentatively, glancing at the license plate.

Nan Ruanruan nodded.

"Keep driving straight ahead, turn right at the end, and continue driving forward until you see the East City Refuge Point."

"Get there as soon as possible, those damned things are about to attack."

After saying that, she ignored Nan Ruanruan's reaction, kicked the gray rat's corpse into the corner, and quickly returned to her team.

Soon, voices urging nearby survivors to avoid the difficult areas began to ring out one after another.

Nan Ruanruan was no stranger to such a voice.

The troops built shelters, but they couldn't provide enough supplies for so many mouths to feed.

After most of the food reserves were used up, the survivors could only go out during the day when the alien species were less active to search for supplies.

They stood guard around, partly to protect the survivors and partly to remind them to avoid dangerous areas before nightfall.

The survivors from the convenience store quickly emerged, their faces filled with deep disappointment, their backpacks empty.

Clearly, they hadn't found much that was edible or usable.

Nan Ruanruan glanced at them, started the car, and drove towards the location the female soldier had indicated.

Spending the night in a shelter is much safer than finding a place to sleep on her own.

Vehicles are not allowed in the evacuation point; they take up too much space.

Nan Ruanruan found an opportunity to put the car away halfway through the journey.

The refuge has been moved from the military base to a school district.

More than a dozen primary, secondary, and tertiary schools are surrounded by razor-blade fencing, covering a considerable area, yet they remain extremely crowded.

Every few steps outside, there was a soldier with a gun guarding the perimeter, and squads of soldiers constantly patrolling the area.

Many survivors are rushing to the refuge.

Many people's eyes fell on the rather bulging bag on Nan Ruanruan's back.

"Little sister, are you all alone?"

When we were about 20 meters away from the refuge, two men approached us with ill intentions.

One of them reached out to touch the bag.

A cold glint flashed in Nan Ruanruan's eyes, and she touched her waist.

The next second, a boning knife stained with dark red blood was placed against the man's neck, and the man's hand stopped abruptly.

She looked at another man with pleading eyes.

"Don't be so impulsive!"

The other man chuckled, reached out and grabbed the tip of the knife, his hand covered in a faint golden light.

The knife slowly melted into molten iron, dripping onto the ground.

He is a metal-type superhuman.

"Shall we talk in the alley next door?"

The metal-type superhuman said in a low voice.

Looting other people's supplies is not allowed in the refuge area; otherwise, you will be driven out.

However, this only applies to overt actions; they can't control the underhanded tactics being used in secret.

Ultimately, the strong survive by their strength, while the weak survive by their luck.

Nan Ruanruan smiled coldly and was about to nod when she was interrupted by a familiar female voice.

"Hey, what are you two doing!"

The female soldier who had been carrying the bow ran over and pulled Nan Ruanruan behind her.

The two men's expressions changed, and resentment and anger flashed in their eyes, but they immediately put on a fawning smile.

"Oh, it's Captain Ye back!"

The metal-type superhuman gave Nan Ruanruan a warning look, then hunched over and laughed it off with Ye Xing.

"We didn't do anything, we just saw the little girl was all alone and came over to say a few words of concern, we'll be leaving now!"

"You'd better be!"

Ye Xing glanced at them coldly, "You know the rules of the refuge area."

"Yes, yes, yes!" The metal-type superhuman rubbed his hands together, looking completely obedient.

Ye Xing didn't say anything more, but simply raised his chin, signaling them to leave.

The metal-type superhuman hurriedly pulled his companion away, glancing at Nan Ruanruan before leaving with a sinister and greedy look.

Ye Xing saw it too, but the other party didn't make any real move, so she was powerless to do anything. She could only pat Nan Ruanruan's shoulder and sigh.

"In this situation... a common man is innocent, but possessing a treasure is a crime."

She looked at Nan Ruanruan's bag with some admiration, but it quickly turned into a deep sense of powerlessness.

"After you go in, head north; it's safer that way."

"Thank you," Nan Ruanruan said.

She didn't take the two people seriously, but she remembered Ye Xing's kindness.