The supplies in the Spatial Dimension had been organized neatly by Yan Tingting. As night fell and the light inside the villa dimmed, she turned on the small yellow lamp in her room and stood by the second-floor window, quietly waiting for the Apocalypse to arrive.
Time passed bit by bit. Yan Tingting glanced down at her phone—the time had come.
Suddenly, the half crescent moon in the sky slowly turned red, becoming eerily strange.
Her phone vibrated. It was a message from an unknown number: “Yan Tingting, you’ve gone too far, actually sending us to the police station.”
“Nan Huaixu has already broken off the engagement with you. What right do you have to be so arrogant? Yan Tingting, everything you care about, I will destroy bit by bit…”
This was… Jiang Xinyue? A wicked smile curled at the corner of Yan Tingting’s lips, and she replied in good spirits, “Really? You? With what?”
“The Yan family is no longer in Yanjing, and Brother Song Jian won’t let you off. Just you wait.” Jiang Xinyue was clearly furious, not even bothering to pretend anymore.
Yan Tingting remained as arrogant as ever, “Fine, I’ll be right here at home, waiting for you, this trash, and that brain-dead Song Jian to come over. Tsk, I’m so scared!”
On the other end of the phone, Jiang Xinyue let out a scream and furiously smashed her phone to the ground.
Yan Tingting shook her head in confusion. If this was the female lead, then she must be the female lead’s ancestor.
[Host, is it really wise to provoke the female lead like this?] the System asked, somewhat worried.
“What’s there to fear? Even if I do nothing, that brain-dead woman hates me beyond measure. One more time won’t make a difference.” Yan Tingting painfully clipped off her beautiful manicure.
Who told her to have such a spoiled temper? She had offended Jiang Xinyue plenty of times in the past—one more wouldn’t hurt.
Now that she had humiliated Jiang Xinyue like this, once the Apocalypse arrived, Jiang Xinyue would surely come looking for her at home.
“System, why do I feel dizzy?” The exquisite manicure was blurring into double images before her eyes, and with one careless slip, she cut her finger.
Seeing the bead of blood well up, Yan Tingting became a little more alert.
[Host, you have a fever. 40 degrees.]
“Holy crap, 40 degrees and I’m still alive… I…” Impressive, truly. Before she could finish speaking, Yan Tingting struggled onto the bed and passed out, losing all consciousness.
In her dreams, Yan Tingting felt as if she were being roasted over a fire, with suffocating pain flowing through every limb of her body. After who knows how long, a wave of coolness surged in, diluting the pain.
The sky darkened and brightened again.
Yan Tingting felt as if she were floating in midair. Even in the chaos, she felt comfortable, as if some ailment in her body had been cleansed away.
The System also watched as the bleeding on Yan Tingting’s finger healed at a visible speed, a trace of green spreading out and enveloping her.
Dimly, Yan Tingting seemed to hear several screams, along with Xiao Yuan’s anxious voice, and her consciousness gradually returned.
[Host, you’re finally awake! There’s a group of people trying to break in, and they’ve attracted a horde of Zombies. Go take a look, quick!]
“Got it.” Yan Tingting woke up feeling ravenously hungry and answered weakly.
She walked with difficulty to the window. Through the gap in the curtains, she saw seven or eight men and women attempting to climb over the wall, with dozens of Zombies chasing after them from about a hundred meters away. After waking up, her hearing had improved considerably, and the conversation of the group drifted into her ears.
A slightly shorter man called out, “The wall is so high—why do we have to climb over this one?” He glanced at the zombies behind them and scrambled up the wall, using both hands and feet.
“Are you an idiot? There are clearly people living in there, so there must be supplies. And with walls that high, the zombies can’t get in for a while.” The speaker was a burly man dressed in black.
There were many of them—once they got inside, the villa’s supplies would be theirs, and they could even hide out there.
Before the Apocalypse, the Yan Nation had already notified people to stockpile goods. These rich folks must have known something in advance—that’s why they’d fortified this place like a fortress.
The rich were just black-hearted. They didn’t care whether people like them lived or died.
Yan Tingting observed for a while. Clearly, the man in black held the most influence among this group.
“He’s right. Only rich people live here. Even if they’re still alive, they’ll be easy to deal with.” Greed flickered in another man’s eyes.
The group cooperated to climb over the wall. Without hesitation, Yan Tingting pressed the electric fence switch. A teeth-grating buzz of electricity sounded, and when it stopped, seven or eight people dropped down.
The burly man in black reacted quickly and dodged. The zombies soon caught up, and he swung a shovel hard at a zombie’s head.
But there were too many zombies—he couldn’t hold them all off. Glancing at his companions stuck on the electric fence, his expression quickly hardened.
Yan Tingting stared at the zombie head the man had struck. It was already smashed to pieces, red and white matter spilling across the ground. Her stomach convulsed at the sight.
This man had most likely awakened a Strength-type Supernatural Ability.
Through a gap in the window, the burly leader’s eyes met Yan Tingting’s. A vicious glint flashed across his face, and then he abandoned his companions and fled to a nearby villa.
“This just got a bit troublesome.” Yan Tingting had clearly noticed his vicious look too.
Zombies from the distance had already come running. Screams and chewing sounds rose and fell as blood splattered everywhere.
Someone’s intestines flew up and hung on the wall. Yan Tingting’s face went pale, and she rushed into the bathroom, followed by the sound of violent retching.
Sitting on the floor, her eyes reddened from the intense vomiting, Yan Tingting said, “System, do you think I can beat those zombies? Maybe I should just wait for my family to come get me!”
Those zombies were way too gruesome. Before and after she transmigrated into this book, she had been a model citizen—she’d never killed anyone.
At most, she liked to mess with people. Facing this suddenly was a huge shock.
[Host, three days ago you just refused when the Yan Family came to pick you up. Word is you insisted on waiting for the Male Lead to come get you instead!]
Yan Tingting felt deflated. She’d considered everything except her own combat strength. Sob, sob, sob.
No, she was a Yan Family member—the Yans feared nothing. Worst case… worst case she’d just pretend she was slaughtering pigs.
Wait—she’d been asleep for three days?
[Ding! Congratulations, Host, on completing your first mission: successfully avoiding the plot where Jiang Xinyue pushes you into the zombie horde. Reward: Spatial Dimension upgrade. Please check and confirm!] The System’s voice was gentle, as if comforting Yan Tingting.
“What?” Yan Tingting’s eyes lit up instantly, and she darted into the Spatial Dimension.
The originally cracked land inside the Spatial Dimension still looked far inferior to fertile soil, but the cracked patterns had disappeared. Yan Tingting crouched down and touched it—she should be able to plant some things here now!
“System, is this really all the reward is? Are you expecting me to go farm the land?” Yan Tingting suppressed the joy in her heart and spoke as if dissatisfied.
This reward suited her perfectly. She could plant whatever she wanted inside without any effort—just a single thought would take care of everything.
[Host, I can see your eyes smiling. If you want rewards, please complete the next task!]
Yan Tingting: “…” She’d let her guard down.
[Host, have you forgotten something?]
“I know, it’s this, right?” Yan Tingting calmly extended her finger, and a trace of green spread out from her fingertip.
She had noticed it when she woke up, but she’d had no time to figure out what kind of Supernatural Ability it was.
[This is a Wood-type Ability. Congratulations, Host!]
“Wood-type? Just this little green sprout?” Yan Tingting shook the frail-looking little green seedling in her palm, feeling that her prospects were grim.
[Host, why don’t you go smooth things over with the female lead!] The System felt that this damned world was doomed.
Wait, no—it seemed to have forgotten something.