Crisis Intuition

Yellowed white curtains, mold-speckled walls, a cramped, dim room.

A woman's natural scent mingled with the smell of blooming Callery pear flowers.

"Drip, drip."

Accompanied by the dripping of the old bathroom faucet, Qiu Tu slowly woke up.

He opened his weary eyes, shook his dizzy, aching head, and surveyed his surroundings.

The room was only seven square meters, crammed with miscellaneous clutter. Amid the clutter stood a battered wooden bed.

A curvaceous woman with skin as white as snow slept soundly on the bed, completely naked.

The moment Qiu Tu looked at her, her identity automatically surfaced in his mind.

The mistress of Yan Chen, Director of the New Realm City Investigation Department.

And himself.

Qiu Tu shook his slightly aching head again.

A Second-level Investigator in the New Realm City Investigation Department, and Director Yan Chen's confidant.

His primary duty was—

To ensure the safety of this mistress!

Qiu Tu suddenly raised his head and looked at his own equally naked body, his face filled with shock.

No, wait.

Wasn't he blowing up the company? How had he become an investigator?

Had he transmigrated?

Half an hour later.

Bathroom.

Standing before the filthy sink, his face wet with water, Qiu Tu looked at his reflection in the cracked mirror and roughly figured out what was going on.

He really had transmigrated.

He had transmigrated into this chaotic, bloody world.

A sudden great cataclysm had destroyed most nations. Species mutated, cities were abandoned, food became scarce, and civilization was wiped away, replaced by endless chaos, the law of the jungle, and survival of the fittest.

After the great cataclysm, the world remained in chaos for decades before civilization finally began to sprout anew.

With several powerful figures working together, humanity slowly established the eight major Shelters, gradually restoring the