In this post-apocalyptic world, I unexpectedly became a star galaxy master.

Hongtang tightened the blanket around herself with one hand, while reaching for the fruit knife under the pillow with the other.

Soon, a dark figure approached the bedside, accompanied by a strong smell of alcohol and heavy breathing.

Hongtang's heart was pounding and she was in a panic, but she mustered up her courage and lifted a corner of the blanket to look through the gap. She couldn't see anything clearly, but she could tell from the hunched figure that the other person was a man, and an old man at that.

The stench of decay and cheap tobacco emanating from him made Hongtang feel nauseous.

She covered her mouth with one hand and gripped the fruit knife tightly with the other, trying hard not to let her tears fall. In that moment, she suddenly understood a lot.

Tears are useless; only you can save yourself. Fortunately, when she realized something was wrong at the orphanage, she had secretly hidden a fruit knife.

She finally understood why she heard children crying in the middle of the night: it was because a demon lived there.

She didn't know how many demons there were, but there was one right in front of her.

Soon, the old man took off all his clothes, threw off the quilt, and pressed his body heavily onto Hongtang. His withered hands began to grope around restlessly.

Hongtang endured her fear and nausea, waiting for her chance to strike.

The old man, seeing that Hongtang showed no signs of waking up, became even more brazen. Just as he was about to tear off her clothes, Hongtang swiftly and decisively struck.

The dagger, like a cold, sharp glint, pierced directly towards the old man's throat. The old man was momentarily blinded by the light and didn't dodge. However, his body instinctively leaned back, narrowly avoiding the attack. Although not fatal, it left a deep gash.

Blood splattered on the bed, staining the bedding, and splashed onto Hongtang's face, into her eyes and mouth.

She closed her eyes uncomfortably, wanting to rub them. But with a dagger in one hand and the old man pushing her away with the other, she couldn't free her hands.

The old man who was injured was first shocked, then enraged. He covered his bleeding neck with his left hand and slapped Hongtang twice with his right hand.

"You brat, how dare you hurt your grandfather with a knife! I'll teach you a lesson tonight and show you how treacherous the world can be."

Upon hearing this jarring, broken sound, Hongtang was struck dumb. Wasn't this Hu De, the usually kind and gentle director of the orphanage?

If even the dean is like this, then the staff here can't be any better.

Hongtang was acutely aware of the perilous nature of her situation; today, either she or the old man would die. Only one could survive.

But she didn't want to die. She was only 16 years old. She still had the big house her mother left her, 500 million yuan in savings, and a bright future in college. She absolutely couldn't die!

Whether it was the blessing of her mother's spirit or a surge of passion, Hongtang felt a fearless and valiant courage welling up from the depths of her heart.

She forced back the tears in her eyes, her face hardened, and she picked up a dagger and began to slash and stab the old man wildly.

I don't seek to kill with a single blow, but only to draw blood with every strike and inflict wounds with every cut.

Gao Hui, who is also Hong Tang's high school homeroom teacher, found Hong Tang at the orphanage and saw her stabbing a corpse with a numb expression.

No, that can no longer be called a corpse; it's now just a lump of mud, unrecognizable as human.

Gao Hui was only surprised for a moment before he stepped forward, grabbed Hongtang, and hugged her in his arms, constantly comforting her, "Good child, you're frightened. Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, your teacher will handle everything."

It took a long time for Hongtang to come back to her senses from her numb state. When she saw her familiar relatives, she finally couldn't hold back and burst into tears.

Hongtang didn't know what happened afterward, or how Gao Hui handled it. She herself was traumatized by the incident and unable to take the college entrance exam.

Fortunately, she had just won a first prize in the National Mathematical Olympiad. With the help of her teacher, Ms. Gao, she was admitted to her desired university without taking the entrance exam, but she still chose interior design as her major.

After this incident, Hongtang underwent psychological treatment for a period of time. Although recalling the nightmare no longer drove her to madness like before, it left her with a small aftereffect: seeing people bleeding would trigger an uncontrollable urge to unleash the evil thoughts within her.

However, it's not serious yet; she has it under perfect control, and she will help improve the situation by helping others.

The reason I saved Xue Li earlier was for this very reason.

But if she encounters someone committing evil deeds, she'll simply stab them. After all, it's the apocalypse now; murder isn't illegal, and there's no rule of law to restrain it. People will even praise her, saying, "Good riddance!"

[Host, I think you look very cute right now, your little sister likes it very much.] Seeing Hongtang lost in thought, her little sister thought she was sad and quickly offered her a heartwarming compliment.

"Oh, I'm fine." Hongtang pulled herself out of her memories, looked at her tender and bouncy face in the broken mirror, and forced a smile.

"Get up from where you fall. It's just a bad experience, nothing to be ashamed of." Compared to others, she has had enough in this apocalypse, and she should live her life to the fullest.

If you have the ability, help others; if you don't, just mind your own business.

By the way, when she was fighting zombies before, she left behind the name "Hero Tang," so she can secretly use this identity to "fight for justice" from now on.

Thus, after "earning crystal cores," Hongtang added another goal to her post-apocalyptic life: "eliminating evil."

Meanwhile, in the cultivation world...

The Medicine Saint Pill Master had just finished refining the pills that Hongtang needed, put them into the trading system, and clicked "ship." At the same time, he also prepared some low-level magic tools, talismans, minor spells, and cultivation techniques, and put them on the trading shelf.

Through this transaction with Hongtang, he reflected on whether he had made a mistake in his positioning. He should not have sold those expensive and high-end goods, but rather these low-end and inexpensive goods, in order to open up the market.

Just then, he received a notification sound from the system.

[Beep beep beep! The first-level merchant of the cultivation world, Medicine Saint Pill Master, has received a negative review from the third-level merchant Hong Tang of the interstellar world. This is the third negative review this year; the interstellar trading system will be closed soon. Thank you for using this system; see you next year!]

[System shutdown countdown: 3600, 3599, 3598...]

"Hmm? Why did this little girl give me a bad review?" The Medicine Saint Pill Master frowned deeply. But he remained calm; he still had an hour to deal with the matter.

As introduced at the beginning, the dimensional trading system will forcibly block trading for 15 days for each negative review, with three chances allowed per year. After three negative reviews, the annual trading privileges will be revoked, the system will be shut down, and trading will only be available again the following year.

He'd only had this interdimensional trading system for a few months, and the first two times he'd received negative reviews from the trading partners due to improper operation. This time, everything had gone smoothly, so why was he still getting a negative review?

The Medicine Saint, Dan Zun, couldn't understand it.

My younger sister is also confused.

[Host, why did you give the Medicine Saint Pill a bad review?]

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