Zhou Wenqian stood there with a swollen, pig-like face, tears falling like broken beads, each drop striking the hearts of those present.
“I didn’t do it, Feifei. I don’t know why you’re slandering me… and even kicking the zombie toward me.”
“If I hadn’t dodged in time, I would’ve…”
At this point, she could no longer continue, her voice breaking into sobs.
Nan Fei couldn’t be bothered to watch her performance. Her gaze swept over the crowd, noticing the disgust returning to their eyes. She understood immediately and swallowed the words she was about to say in her defense.
“The innocent need no defense. If you’ve already decided I’m lying, why even ask me?”
This time, her expression was no longer calm—there was a trace of disdain.
Someone, seeing that look, suddenly realized something. No matter how willful and spoiled Nan Fei had been, she was still a pampered young lady. The one thing she disdained most… was lying.
And the large patches of blood on her body were real. If Zhou Wenqian’s version was true, then where did all that blood come from?
The disgust in their eyes lessened. Almost instinctively, they put some distance between themselves and Zhou Wenqian.
Nan Fei had no idea what they were thinking. After accusing her of slander and violence, they now acted as if nothing had happened and even asked her to come along.
But since she had questions of her own, she followed.
The group arrived at a blind box shop and found places to sit.
Nan Fei glanced around, swept the display boxes aside, propped herself up with both hands, and neatly sat on top of the counter.
A girl in a red dress began criticizing her from behind, but Nan Fei had no time to care.
Because her psychic ability… was gone.
Combining that with their mention of zombies, she was certain—
She had transmigrated.
Into what seemed like an apocalyptic world.
And she had not a single memory belonging to this body.
In her original world, Nan Fei had been a special operative with psychic powers, working in interrogation due to her unique abilities.
Influenced by other ability users and the physical enhancements that came with powers, she had learned quite a bit of combat—enough that when she was shoved toward a monster earlier, she didn’t die instantly.
But transmigration?
That was the last thing she wanted.
She had a car, a house, savings, and was in the prime of her life. Ending up in an apocalypse was a guaranteed loss.
“Qin Ze, do you still have food? I only have one pack of biscuits left.”
A clear male voice sounded from behind. From the corner of her eye, Nan Fei saw him sitting next to the man who had demanded she produce evidence earlier, holding a pack of biscuits, looking somewhat pitiful.
But Nan Fei’s attention was on the man beside him.
That leader… was called Qin Ze?
Coincidence?
Before transmigrating, she had been following a serialized apocalyptic novel with a beloved female protagonist. She had fallen asleep reading it—and woke up here.
Coincidentally, the novel had a supporting female character with the same name as her.
And Qin Ze… was the second male lead in the story. Cold and distant, except when it came to the female protagonist.
Nan Fei recalled the description of him in the novel, carefully comparing.
The red-dressed girl’s voice rang out again, and Nan Fei suddenly remembered what she had called the girl who pushed her—
Wenqian…
A supporting character in the novel was named Zhou Wenqian.
With three names lining up, the chances of coincidence were now extremely slim.
Nan Fei rubbed the ruby ring on her finger, irritation rising in her heart.
The ending of that namesake supporting character… was not good.
She was thrown into a university town by a villain who adored the heroine, torn apart by countless zombies. Even after death, she suffered further torment, evolving into a zombie king, leading a horde to seek revenge on the heroine—only to be slaughtered by the heroine’s admirers.
Even the crystal core in her skull was dug out by her half-brother and given to the heroine to boost her powers.
If she had become that character…
It was a disaster.
“Lin Runxin, I still have some. If it’s not enough, I can share with you.”
Another male voice sounded.
Nan Fei saw the man beside Qin Ze turn back excitedly at the call.
Lin Runxin.
In the novel, a rare mutated wood-type ability user in the heroine’s team—this was his name.
So what was this?
A disaster becoming reality?
Nan Fei frowned, her striking face darkening.
Everyone was eating. From their behavior, she realized that each person carried their own food.
She looked at her bag. It was heavy, making plastic sounds when she walked. It couldn’t just be cosmetics, right?
Thinking this, she quickly unzipped it.
Seeing chocolate spilling out, she froze for a moment, then reached deeper inside.
Packed full—entirely high-calorie chocolate.
Her only phone was squeezed at the edge, looking especially pitiful.
The original owner was a rich young lady… would she really pack this?
And so much of it?
Nan Fei grew suspicious.
But having this much chocolate made her more pleased than doubtful—at least she wouldn’t have to worry about food for a while.
She stuffed the overflowing chocolate back inside, when she suddenly sensed the strange silence around her.
Turning back, she met Lin Runxin’s envious gaze.
“If you want some, trade weapons for it.”
Nan Fei looked away, speaking calmly as she faced the crowd—all of whom showed desire in their expressions.
But the man who had earlier questioned if she was crazy suddenly spoke again, unable to hide his anger.
“Nan Fei! How can you be so selfish? We’re a team!”
Nan Fei glanced at him. “When you protected a murderer, why didn’t you say we were a team?”
It was obvious who she meant by “murderer.”
Zhou Wenqian’s face turned pale, her eyes lowering timidly.
No one spoke. Regardless of right or wrong, they had chosen to believe Zhou Wenqian—that was a fact.
The food belonged to Nan Fei. If she had been slandered, it was only natural she wouldn’t want to share.
If she hadn’t been slandered, it was even more justified.
So when she proposed trading weapons for food, they actually felt relieved.
But after that man’s outburst, whether she would still agree to trade was uncertain.
Seeing him about to continue, Lin Runxin hurried over and covered his mouth.
“Guan Kaiwen, say less.”
With the troublemaker restrained, Nan Fei turned to the others.
“Trade?”
“Yes.”
The moment she finished speaking, Qin Ze answered.
Nan Fei knew he was a metal-type ability user. Making a blade wasn’t difficult for him.
“State your terms,” she said calmly.
Qin Ze raised his well-defined hand and pointed to a nearby ordinary watermelon knife.
“This knife—for two-thirds of the chocolate in your bag.”
Nan Fei looked at the pity and mockery in his cold eyes—and laughed in anger.
Her tone turned sharp for the first time, even laced with disgust.
“A piece of junk like that? I could find one anywhere outside. But this much high-calorie chocolate—can you?”
Qin Ze’s expression darkened. He had expected her to bargain, but instead she completely dismissed the offer.
He stared at her striking face, wary.
“What do you want?”
That attitude made Nan Fei even more irritated. It was supposed to be an equal trade, yet it felt as though she were scheming for something.
Her fist, hidden beneath her white dress, clenched slightly. Still, she maintained a calm voice as she said—