Post-Apocalyptic Wasteland: The Female Protagonist Has Become a God

The roadside weeds were tall, scratching and itching against my skin. A light drizzle began to fall, and Cang Xingyue quickened her pace.

If the rain gets heavier, it will probably be even more difficult to travel.

She walked cautiously, parting the clumps of grass in front of her. Her clothes and pants were covered with grass sap and green marks of varying sizes. Her bare wrists and palms were cut with wounds of varying depths.

Suddenly, she stepped on a stone, which slipped and caused Cang Xingyue to nearly twist her ankle.

She looked in the direction the stone had slid down and parted the grass to see it rolling down the slope until it landed in the river, creating a ripple.

It turns out that this is a small hill, and at the foot of the hill is a small river that doesn't look very deep.

She crouched down, clutching a handful of grass, carefully stretching her legs to step down. Suddenly, the grass she was holding was uprooted, and she lost her balance and fell.

Like that stone, it rolled down and finally fell into the river.

Cang Xingyue lay in the river trying to get up, but the movement aggravated her injuries; her knees and elbows had been bruised when she fell.

She paused for a moment, then stood up despite the pain, reached out and brushed the fallen leaves off her hair, glancing around.

On the opposite bank of the river, the tall weeds had thinned out, replaced by lush grass and wildflowers, and further on, a manor stood. This little river was like a dividing line, with wildly growing vegetation on one side and a fairytale-like landscape on the other.

Cang Xingyue picked up a stone and threw it into the middle of the river. The stone sank to the bottom quickly. Confirming the river wasn't deep, she decided to cross to the other side.

She needed to find shelter as soon as possible while the rain was light, otherwise the roads would become muddy and difficult to walk on when the rain got heavier, and she would also be more likely to be found by monsters if she stayed outside.

She wanted to go to the manor in front of the house, hoping that the owner might let her in to take shelter from the rain.

Cang Xingyue crossed the river and walked for a while, finally arriving at the manor. The towering building was too magnificent to be fully appreciated at a glance.

She walked to the door, raised her hand, and knocked. "Excuse me, is anyone home?"

She was answered by silence.

She knocked on the door again and explained, "It's raining outside and I have nowhere to go. Can I come in to take shelter from the rain? I'll leave as soon as the rain stops."

Still no response.

Is this place uninhabited? But such a large manor, and not a single zombie in sight, makes it unlikely to be vacant.

Or were they worried she was a bad person? Is that why they didn't open the door? But such vigilance is understandable in the apocalypse, and she can understand it. If they don't want her to go in, she won't force them.

As she was debating whether to push the door open to take a look or leave, the door suddenly opened, but she didn't see anyone behind it.

She was only stunned for a moment, without thinking much about it, just figuring it was some kind of smart door.

She carefully surveyed her surroundings, making sure there were no zombies or monsters before she felt comfortable stepping inside.

She had just entered when the door slammed shut with a loud bang, startling her.

A sudden, inexplicable sense of unease rose in her heart. She subconsciously reached out to push the door, but it wouldn't budge no matter how she pushed or pulled.

"Heh~ You think you can just leave now that you've come all this way?"

A man's voice sounded behind her.

"Who?" Cang Xingyue turned around in alarm.

The chandelier on the ceiling flickered, the light in front of me flickered, and finally went out completely, plunging me into darkness. At the same time, a tall figure appeared.

Cang Xingyue stared at him nervously, slowly backing away, her hand quietly reaching behind her back to grasp the Blood Cherry Blade.

He didn't move an inch, but in the blink of an eye he was in front of her, and an extremely strong sense of oppression instantly enveloped her, making her want to escape.

"Welcome to my territory." He glanced at her up and down, and said with a hint of disdain, "A dirty little pitiful thing."

She was soaking wet, covered in mud and grime, and her clothes were torn when she rolled down the hillside. It wouldn't be an exaggeration to describe her as utterly disheveled.

The man before me referred to himself as "this emperor." Who would address themselves like that? At least normal people wouldn't refer to themselves like that. Could he be mentally ill?

"you……"

The man's large, bony hand touched her neck; its icy temperature felt like touching metal in winter, making her shiver.

This action directly interrupted her from asking the question.

The man's actions were somewhat offensive, and Cang Xingyue frowned unhappily, trying to avoid his touch.

But to her surprise, his fingers suddenly tightened, instantly taking away her breath, with such force that it felt like he was going to snap her neck.

He also grabbed the wrist of the hand holding the Blood Cherry Blade behind him.

The man lowered his head and brought his nose close to her face, sniffing her delicately. His nose brushed against her cheek, making her feel ticklish.

He leaned close to her ear and said, "Coming to ask for lodging while hiding a knife behind your back, isn't that a bit impolite, hmm?" His deep, magnetic voice carried a hint of languor.

“I meant no harm,” Cang Xingyue explained.

But the person in front of her wouldn't listen to her explanation at all, and the grip on her neck didn't loosen at all.

I can't just die like this.

She sheathed the Blood Cherry Blade, then switched it to her other hand, and swiftly swung it at the person in front of her.

The man released his grip on her neck and caught the swinging knife with his bare hand. The sharp blade sliced ​​through his palm in an instant, but he seemed oblivious to the pain, his expression unchanged.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Cang Xingyue broke free from the grasp, pulled the knife back, and quickly fled.

The man stared silently at his palm, from which blood continued to gush forth.

Seeing him like this, Cang Xingyue felt like a prisoner awaiting trial, nervous and afraid.

"I didn't hurt you on purpose; you hit me first."

At this moment, the man exuded a low-pressure aura. In the darkness, his short silver-gray hair was shrouded in shadow, his gray eyes were melancholy and mysterious, and his handsome features were sharply defined, as perfect as a sculpture.

He brought his hand to his mouth and licked the gushing blood, a flash of crimson appearing in his eyes.

madman!

Cang Xingyue ran to the window, intending to climb out. This man's behavior didn't seem normal at all; she couldn't stay in the same space with him any longer—it was too dangerous.

Cang Xingyue opened the window, and a thunderous roar followed as a torrential downpour began. A cold wind, carrying raindrops, blew in, making her, already soaked, shiver even more.

But she couldn't care less about that now; she just wanted to leave as soon as possible.

Lu Siyan looked at her quietly, then suddenly became interested.

With the rain so heavy, the river will rise quickly, and crossing it won't be easy. Besides, his manor is the only place within a hundred miles where he can take shelter from the rain; he wants to see if this woman is willing to leave.

Cang Xingyue was about to jump over the window frame when suddenly an invisible force pulled her down, and she fell heavily to the ground. At the same time, the window was closed.

Lu Siyan teleported in front of her, looking down at her with a playful smile. "So you're getting ready to leave already, you poor thing?"

This woman is really daring and fearless. She went out in the rain even though it was freezing cold and wasn't afraid of freezing to death.

Cang Xingyue propped herself up and looked up at him.

The man had long, straight legs and a strong physique; he appeared to be very tall, at least 1.9 meters.

Cang Xingyue lowered her head and refused to look at him. She endured the chill that gripped her body and insisted, "Let me go."