“Jiang Yun, Shen Ke! You can’t do this—save me, please save me!” Cheng Feng shouted at the handsome man and woman standing among the crowd.
But his cries only made them frown impatiently, while the others laughed at him.
This was the third year of the apocalypse. He had struggled to survive until now—he hadn’t died at the hands of zombies, only to end up dying at the hands of his own kind.
Behind him was a bottomless pit filled with zombies. In front of him, a leering, disgusting man walked toward him with a grin.
“Cheng Feng, since we were once friends, I advise you to just obey and follow Brother Zhao. Your ability is useless anyway, and your body is weak. Brother Zhao is a level-three fire-type ability user. If you follow him, won’t your good days begin?” Jiang Yun said in a seemingly kind tone, making Cheng Feng sound weak and overly sensitive.
“Jiang Yun is right. Besides, Cheng Feng, don’t you happen to like men?” Shen Ke added mockingly, his eyes full of disgust.
Listening to their harsh words and watching the crowd enjoy the spectacle, Cheng Feng’s muddled mind suddenly cleared for a brief moment.
In that moment of clarity, he had only one thought: I’ve let them control me for so long—I can’t keep living under their control!
He leaned backward, and under everyone’s shocked gazes, he resolutely fell into the zombie pit.
The gray sky froze in his vision. In his ears was the gurgling sound of zombies devouring his flesh. The pain had already numbed him. In the final moments of his life, scenes from the past flashed through his mind like a slideshow.
At eighteen, he debuted and entered the entertainment industry. Because of his good looks, he initially received decent opportunities. But he was somewhat slow-witted—he didn’t know how to flatter his superiors and refused to lower his standards. Gradually, his opportunities declined. Aside from his manager Wang Yue, who refused to give up on him, he had become almost invisible in the industry.
Even so, he had struggled for five years and saved some money. It was during this time that he met Jiang Yun and Shen Ke.
They were newly signed artists under the Shen Group. Although they were older than him, they were technically juniors. However, they were heavily promoted newcomers, while he was an insignificant senior with no chance to interact with them.
When did things start to change?
Probably a few months before the apocalypse, at a dinner party, when Jiang Yun noticed the pendant around his neck.
After that, Jiang Yun and Shen Ke began approaching him frequently, treating him so kindly that he believed he had gained two new friends.
But soon after, smear campaigns flooded the internet—accusing him of having a bad attitude, being unfriendly to newcomers, and exposing various “scandals,” including the fact that he liked men.
Cheng Feng was baffled. He had always been a dedicated artist—how had he suddenly become a bad person? He kept his distance from every colleague, so how had he become someone who seduced others with ulterior motives?
At that time, Shen Ke and Jiang Yun stayed by his side, comforting him and giving him advice on how to restore his image.
And like someone who had lost his mind, he let them manipulate him, actually doing a series of ridiculous and extreme things—threatening antis with suicide, trying bold and outrageous styles to gain attention, adopting a “crazy persona,” and more…
In the end, when he reached rock bottom, he personally handed over the jade pendant he had worn since childhood to Shen Ke and Jiang Yun. From the moment the scandals began to this point, less than a month had passed—they truly had impressive methods.
Then, they abruptly cut themselves out of his life, leaving him trapped in a painful withdrawal, tormenting himself. Even after the apocalypse began, he couldn’t break his dependence on them. He went to find them, only to be turned away.
Still, he continued to follow them, even as they ignored him time and again. He longed for them to treat him as they had during that one month. He had completely lost himself, as if he had lost his sanity.
Finally, three years into the apocalypse, they wanted Zhao Lin to join their team. Zhao Lin’s condition for joining was that Cheng Feng be given to him.
For the first time, Cheng Feng resisted—with his life as the price.
He couldn’t understand—was it really him who had done all those crazy, foolish things?
No! Of course not!
Cheng Feng, reborn one year before the apocalypse, declared firmly in his heart.
After being reborn, he also regained his original memories.
He had originally been an employee at a state-owned enterprise, with a decent job, a decent salary, and a decent appearance—just without much ambition.
He liked reading novels, watching variety shows, exploring food, and traveling. To outsiders, he seemed introverted, but he enjoyed his life, preferring to stay in his own world.
But unexpectedly, he transmigrated into a post-apocalyptic romance novel he had read, becoming a cannon fodder supporting male character. He had lost his original memories—until the moment of his death in his previous life, when everything came back to him.
Perhaps fate pitied him, allowing him to be reborn one year before the apocalypse!
Cheng Feng stared at the time on his phone screen, his thoughts racing.
The pain of being devoured by zombies still felt vivid. Now that he had the advantage, he must not repeat his past mistakes.
There were many things he needed to do, but the most urgent was to avoid his destined death.
Jiang Yun and Shen Ke were clearly the male and female leads of the original novel. They framed him while presenting themselves as saviors, and after getting what they wanted, they discarded him without hesitation. And people like them were the protagonists?
Still, they were blessed with luck. What he needed to do now was avoid them and survive first—he couldn’t confront them head-on.
He pulled the jade pendant from his collar. The leads had approached him for this pendant, pretending for a long time before the female lead awakened her spatial ability before the apocalypse.
The original story never explained where the ability came from—but Cheng Feng had a guess.
He went to the kitchen, grabbed a knife, and cut his finger, letting blood drip onto the jade pendant.
Although he had expected it, seeing the blood being absorbed by the pendant still made his eyes widen in shock.
This really is a spatial storage!
After absorbing the blood, the pendant flashed and disappeared, replaced by a leaf-shaped mark that suddenly appeared near his heart.
His consciousness blurred, and a strange place appeared before him.
It was like a warehouse, about 300 square meters in size and 8 meters high.
So, it’s not the female lead’s upgradeable space?
In the original story, her space was boundless—upgraded with gold and jewels early on, then with crystal cores later. It had a time-freeze area, a farming zone with adjustable time flow, a space for living creatures, and even a spiritual spring.
And his space…
Is it because I’m not favored by fate?
Cheng Feng let out a breath and comforted himself—it was already good enough. At least it could store things, and it hadn’t fallen into the hands of the leads.
At the same time, far away on a film set, the male and female leads suddenly felt a sharp pain in their hearts. A huge sense of panic washed over them—they seemed to have lost something very important…