Huh, Where's My Saber?

He couldn't hail a cab or scan a bike, so Ye Fan had no choice but to walk to school.

It was only five kilometers, but for Ye Fan, who had survived seven years in the apocalypse, it still wore him out!

After all, he didn't have the physical condition he'd built up after those seven years now.

The place he needed to go wasn't just the school—the Inherited Profession wouldn't appear until the apocalypse hit, so going there now was useless.

His destination was the Antique City next to Linjiang University.

There was a peerless weapon there that would accompany him for the rest of his life!

"Beep, your phone has been suspended!"

Damn it!

Ye Fan slammed his phone onto the ground. He'd just tried to call his roommate, but the line was dead, and even the internet was cut off.

Was this start really this harsh?

"Right, where's Qingwei?"

Ye Fan froze, two sets of memories clashing in his mind—one from before his rebirth, one from after.

"Jiang Yang!"

Ye Fan's eyes turned bloodshot. In his past life, Jiang Yang had slept with his girlfriend and nearly gotten him killed several times.

And in this new set of memories, Jiang Yang had already made contact with Qingwei.

Ye Fan's face twisted. As soon as he got his hands on his Black Gold Ancient Blade, he'd go straight to chop up Jiang Yang and that bitch Tang Ya!

"You bastard! You absolute bastard!"

Ye Qingwei's eyes were red, her face burning with shame and anger as Jiang Yang held her tightly in his arms.

"Brother Jiang, why did you do this to me? I... I trusted you so much!"

Tears slid helplessly down Ye Qingwei's cheeks. She'd just been drunk, but she knew exactly what had happened.

She could clearly feel everything Jiang Yang had done to her last night—that tearing pain was deeply etched into Ye Qingwei's heart.

After something like this, she still called him Brother Jiang.

Looks like this silly girl was already hooked.

Jiang Yang smirked inwardly with satisfaction, but on the surface, he wore a mask of regret, guilt, and self-blame.

"I'm sorry... you... you're too special. I've never met a woman like you before, I couldn't control myself..."

With that, Jiang Yang suddenly slapped himself.

Smack!

The slap rang out loud and clear.

But Jiang Yang had only used a tenth of his strength.

With the Captain America Serum's physique, taking a slap at one-tenth power was nothing—barely a tickle.

Ye Qingwei didn't know that, though. Her heart tightened.

Seeing Jiang Yang like this only made her feel worse.

"Brother Jiang... you... don't do this... I'm not... I mean, we can't just... not long after meeting..."

Ye Qingwei's face flushed bright red as she spoke, lowering her flustered face and murmuring softly, "And... what did you mean by 'never met a woman like you'..."

Jiang Yang smoothly stroked Ye Qingwei's hair and sighed. "I feel like you're... very close to me, like there's this strange familiarity, as if you're my other half. Whether it's the songs you write or every smile and frown, it feels like we're in sync. I'm sorry, in the end, it's my fault..."

Ye Qingwei's heart suddenly raced. She'd heard plenty of confessions in middle and high school.

Most were just self-indulgent nonsense.

But what Brother Jiang said was surprisingly close to what she'd been thinking!

Honestly, she'd felt the same way about Jiang Yang all along.

Even after what he'd done to her now.

"Brother Jiang... I... I don't blame you. Can you give me some time to think?"

Ye Qingwei said calmly.

She was still sharp enough to know she might be a little love-blind right now. She needed to cool off and figure out how to handle things with Jiang Yang.

At that moment, Jiang Yang held Ye Qingwei close, feeling her softness in his arms, and a surge of desire slowly rose within him.

He was a normal man too, and after the Captain America Serum, certain parts of him were even more sensitive.

If this kept up, he might lose control again.

If he did it again now, it'd be game over—no way he could keep building up her affection.

So he nodded and headed for the bathroom.

Linjiang University Antique City.

Ye Fan was drenched in sweat; the five-kilometer run had nearly killed him.

"This body is way too weak!"

Ye Fan shook his head, cursing his own physique. On the way here, he'd already sorted through his two sets of memories.

There were some differences between them, but it didn't matter—as long as he could claim his destined opportunity.

Right now, Ye Fan was wandering through the Antique City based on his memories. In the seven years of the apocalypse, the Black Gold Ancient Blade was incredibly famous.

The man later known as the Number One Blade Under Heaven had relied on this very blade to become a supreme powerhouse in the apocalypse.

According to reliable intel, after the apocalypse began, he'd fled here and found the Black Gold Ancient Blade at a street stall.

"Now, this blade belongs to me!"

Jiang Yang had seen what the Black Gold Ancient Blade looked like. He was pacing quickly back and forth through the Antique City, but the more he searched, the more irritated he grew.

Why couldn't he find it?

Had that blade master already taken it?

Was the intel wrong?

Ye Fan checked the time—twenty minutes until six. If he couldn't find it in that time, he'd have to give up on the blade and find a place to hole up.

"Young man, what are you looking for?"

"You've been circling around here for a while. You're from Linjiang University, right? Doesn't the school have a track? Why are you jogging all the way to the Antique City?"

A middle-aged man was wiping a piece of porcelain, teasing Ye Fan.

"A blade!"

Ye Fan was panting heavily. Not only couldn't he find the Black Gold Ancient Blade, he'd also noticed that this Antique City had no blades at all.

Not a single one!

"Stop looking, young man. All the blades in our Antique City were sold to a big client a couple of days ago!"

The middle-aged man chuckled—he was the same Craft Shop Owner who'd served Jiang Yang that day.

"That was a real big spender. Anything related to blades, he bought it all!"

All of it?

Ye Fan was dumbfounded. Who the hell was crazy enough to do that?

No matter. There's still the Inherited Profession!

Ye Fan comforted himself, then turned and ran toward Linjiang University.

If it weren't for how vivid those seven years of apocalypse were, Ye Fan would've doubted his own rebirth.

The Antique City was right next to Linjiang University, so Ye Fan reached it after just a short walk.

But when he got there, he found he couldn't get in.

No student ID!

Left with no choice, Ye Fan turned his gaze toward the small inn beside Linjiang University.

The priority was to find a place to hide. The moment the apocalypse hit, a massive number of people would turn into zombies, along with many monsters. Places like schools would be the most dangerous!

With that thought, Ye Fan ran toward the inn.

"Sorry, sir, there's an issue with your ID information."

The front desk girl looked apologetic as she handed Ye Fan's ID back.

"Can't I check in without an ID?"

"I'm willing to pay extra!"

Ye Fan checked the time. The apocalypse was about to hit, and he couldn't afford to wait any longer.

At small inns like this near schools, you could usually check in without an ID—you just had to pay extra.

"Three hundred."

"Hold on." Ye Fan patted himself down, his expression turning awkward. He had no money on him.

His phone was broken, and even if it weren't, the balance wouldn't cover three hundred.

Damn it.

"Qingwei, I know you don't believe me, but wait a few minutes and you'll see there's another reason I'm doing this."

"I won't hurt you."

Jiang Yang carried Ye Qingwei out of the bathroom. Her eyes darted away, her pretty face flushed, unable to meet Jiang Yang's gaze—his body was as perfect as a Greek sculpture.

"Jiang... Brother Jiang, you really don't have to do this. If you want it, you could have just told me directly!"

Ye Qingwei said softly, her voice tender.

When it came down to it, without Jiang Yang, she would likely have been left to wither away on that hospital bed, unable to afford the surgery.

Her illness only crept closer to death the longer it dragged on.

Jiang Yang had paid for her operation—that was a life-saving grace.

Her very life was a gift from Brother Jiang, so what was there left to agonize over?

With that reasoning, Ye Qingwei convinced herself.