“Xiao Wen, your last book has been finished for two months already. When are you starting the new one?”
“Editor, I already have an idea for the new book. It’s about an apocalypse theme.”
“Apocalypse is good, a lot of people like it. Send me the outline when it’s ready.”
“Okay, editor.” After hanging up the editor’s call.
“What kind of superpower should I give Baby (the female lead of my new book)?” The girl sitting at the desk pondered.
She had a red mole at the end of her eyebrow, her eyes were long, slanted single phoenix eyes, and her slightly pursed lips were naturally red without makeup. At this moment, as she thought deeply, the mole at her brow made her look cold and stunning.
Wen Qiao leaned back in her chair, one of her snow-white slender legs bent and resting on the chair, the other swinging in front of it. Her foot brushed against the floor as she rotated the chair, her gaze sweeping across the room along with the movement.
Desk, full-length mirror, bed, bedside table, wardrobe… wait! The wardrobe!
With a “whoosh!”, Wen Qiao stood up and opened her wardrobe.
Inside, everything was neatly arranged. Half of it was comfortable, tidy sleepwear, and the other half was filled with beautiful, sparkling dresses and all kinds of clothes.
Although Wen Qiao was a homebody writer, she had a very special hobby—she loved dressing up.
This hobby had probably formed during her childhood. Back in the orphanage, little Wen Qiao had been a child who loved cleanliness and beauty very much.
But the other children, afraid that her good looks would take away their already limited chances of being adopted, would deliberately snatch the pretty clothes donated to the orphanage, or intentionally ruin the few dresses she had.
As a result, she now especially loved buying beautiful clothes and dresses, whether online or in physical stores, and she also loved dressing herself up.
“My treasure, this will be the biggest cheat I can give you!” Wen Qiao said excitedly out loud. As she spoke, she ran back to her desk and started typing rapidly.
On the computer screen, it showed: Female lead superpower: all-purpose wardrobe (a magical wardrobe where every piece of clothing has max level 10 superpowers, including its accessories and shoes, with full defense).
After finishing this, it was already late. She happily went to wash up.
Lying in bed, Wen Qiao was still thinking: Baby, you’re invincible.
The next day, Wen Qiao woke up amidst a noisy commotion. The room was pitch dark. She fumbled for her phone by the bedside, turned it on, and saw that it was only 10 a.m.
Why is it so noisy!
She threw off the blanket, slipped on her slippers, and walked to the window. When she pulled the curtains open, what came into view was not the usual sunlight, but a pitch-black sky, with a blood-red moon hanging above.
Looking at it, Wen Qiao felt an ominous aura.
The bedroom window had a limited view, so she couldn’t see the source of the noise. She quickly changed into a set of sportswear suitable for movement.
Opening the door, she walked out of the bedroom into the living room. The living room faced the street. On the road, cars had collided one after another, and between the gaps of the vehicles were large patches of blood.
One of the crashed cars slowly opened its driver’s door. A middle-aged man, covered in blood and limping, stepped out. He looked around nervously, as if afraid of something.
Suddenly, the middle-aged man started running. Behind him, something rushed out from nowhere. Perhaps it couldn’t even be called a person—it looked like a zombie.
Its skin was grayish-white, its clothes soaked in blood, its nails black and long, and a thin gray film covered its eyes.
The middle-aged man, already injured, couldn’t run fast. In his panic, he tripped and fell. Very quickly, the zombie caught up, pounced on him, and began to tear into him in a bloody frenzy. Soon, the man stopped struggling.
After he stopped moving, the zombie staggered away to who-knows-where. Not long after, the man himself stood up shakily, showing the same symptoms as the previous zombie.
Wait, why does this feel so familiar? A blood moon, chaotic noise, and zombies—it seemed like the beginning of those apocalypse novels. Oh my god, no way… has the apocalypse really arrived?
Then… where is my superpower? I’ve slept for so long, I should have gotten something powerful, right?
She returned inside and tightly shut all the windows, pulling the curtains closed.
Based on her years of reading novels, the current zombies were still low-level zombies. Not only did they lack strong superpowers, but their reactions and movements were slow. However, they had extremely sharp hearing and smell.
Right now, the most important thing was to find out what her superpower was—that was the foundation for her survival in the apocalypse.
She stood in front of the full-length mirror in her bedroom, raised one hand, and silently recited metal, wood, water, fire, earth, lightning, ice, spirit, and space in her mind. She stood there for a full fifteen minutes, but nothing happened.
Wen Qiao refused to believe it and tried again, but still nothing. She could only sit in her computer chair in a daze. Then she noticed that, on the grayish screen of the computer, the mole at the end of her eyebrow seemed slightly redder than before.
Closing her eyes, she carefully felt it and realized that the mole seemed to be faintly warm. Wen Qiao’s eyes lit up, and she immediately rushed back to the full-length mirror.
As soon as her finger touched the mole, an enormous wardrobe appeared in her mind. Inside were all kinds of beautiful clothes, as well as accessories and shoes.
Whatever item she looked at, information about its superpower and usage instructions would appear above it.
At a glance, she saw six huge words at the end: all-purpose wardrobe max level.
Th-this… I obtained my daughter’s (the female lead of my new book) superpower.
Oh my god…
Wen Qiao fell into deep thought… Could it be that I am the Heavenly Law’s biological daughter!?
“Ding ding ding, Baby, what are you doing? Baby, what are you doing? Pick up the phone…” It was the custom ringtone her best friend Wen Jiuya had recorded for her.
She finally snapped out of her shock, grabbed her phone, and answered the call. Wen Jiuya’s rapid-fire questions came immediately:
“Hello, Qiao Qiao, why did you only pick up now?”
“How are you? Where are you? Are you safe?”
“The jokes we used to make seem to have come true. What should we do, Qiao Qiao? I don’t know how to do anything.”
“Am I going to be one of the first to die in the apocalypse?”
Hearing Wen Jiuya’s questions, she then noticed that her calls and Q messages had reached 99+, most of them from Wen Jiuya and Xue Qi, with a few from the government and district offices. (Xiao Jiu is a good person, I don’t allow anyone to say bad things about her, please please).
She first replied to her best friend to ease her worries.
“Don’t worry, I’m very safe.”
“I’m at home. I only realized the apocalypse had started after I woke up.”
“You know I always keep my phone on silent when I sleep.”
“Do you remember the novels we used to read? The zombies right now are like the low-level zombies described in them, with very sharp hearing and smell.”
“I’ve awakened a superpower. Don’t be afraid, I’ll come find you. You won’t die—the first wave of people who died have already turned into zombies.”
Wen Qiao answered her questions one by one, patiently comforting her.
“I also have a superpower. It’s water-type, but it’s pretty useless. Right now I can only fill half a bottle of water.”
“Qiao Qiao, don’t come, it’s very dangerous. Newly awakened superpowers are all level zero, they’ll be exhausted very quickly.”
“Qiao Qiao, do you have enough food? If not, go to the convenience store downstairs and take some. It’s already the apocalypse anyway.”
The two of them always spoke straightforwardly and never found it insincere. Wen Qiao (23 years old) had always known that Wen Jiuya (24 years old) was a delicate girl who couldn’t handle heavy tasks, let alone drive 30 minutes across the city to deliver food.
Xiao Jiu had always been very dependent on her. She rarely cooked for herself—either she ordered takeout or drove over to Wen Qiao’s place to freeload meals. She even had a key and her own room there.
As for driving, Wen Qiao had nagged her into learning it, since she couldn’t always go pick her up.
Speaking of which, the way they met was quite dramatic.
During university, Wen Qiao didn’t have many close friends. She isolated everyone on her own, except for Xue Qi.
He was the only one who didn’t give up even after being rejected, and eventually became her male best friend even after graduation.
Xue Qi: Male best friend… me?!!! Author?
Ge Li: Sorry, Qiao Bao is slow to warm up.
After graduating, she didn’t enter an internship like her classmates. She rejected her teacher’s recommendation to stay at the university and insisted on making writing her career.
That day, on a whim, she wanted to drink milk tea. In front of a milk tea shop menu, she met Xiao Jiu. The staff asked, “Hello, what would you like to drink?”
The two spoke in unison,
“Snow-topped coffee, 30% sugar!”
“Snow-topped coffee, 30% sugar!”
They both turned to look at each other and realized that not only had they ordered the same drink, but even their outfits that day were identical.
Except for their hairstyles—one had a single fishtail braid draped over her shoulder (Wen Qiao), while the other had a high ponytail (Wen Jiuya). From the blue floral headband to the light blue dress, white outerwear, and black Mary Jane shoes with white socks—they matched completely.