You Put Your Clothes Back On!

To be honest, a life-saving grace is beyond repayment—if she could, Ye Qingwei would willingly offer herself to him.

But the way Jiang Yang took her first time in this manner still left a small, nagging knot in her heart.

If that knot wasn't untied, Ye Qingwei's trust in Jiang Yang would be even weaker than it was at their first meeting.

As the saying goes, if I can't trust you, how can I love you...

"Qingwei, trust me. In a few minutes, the world will change beyond recognition."

Jiang Yang walked to the window. At 5:55 AM, red light began to seep across the sky.

"Bringing you to this hotel was premeditated. If I told you what happened last night was an accident, would you believe me?"

He let out a helpless, bitter smile.

"The truth is, I wanted to protect you before the crisis hit."

Jiang Yang kept spinning his excuses—once the apocalypse came, his lies would be flawless.

Meanwhile, he silently communicated with the system in his mind.

"System, I already took Ye Qingwei. Why no reward?"

Ye Qingwei is a heroine-level figure. Merely possessing her body won't earn a reward.

Oh? Does that mean... I haven't fully won her heart yet?

As expected of the Son of the Plane's sister!

At that moment, outside the window, more and more red light gathered in the sky, as if the heavens themselves were stained with blood.

On the bed, Ye Qingwei wrapped herself in the blanket and peered out the window, stunned.

"So beautiful."

"The last afterglow of human civilization—of course it's beautiful."

Jiang Yang scooped Ye Qingwei up in a princess carry and brought her to the window. She offered no resistance.

More and more signs proved that Jiang Yang wasn't just after her body.

Meanwhile, chaos had erupted on the streets below the hotel.

Countless beams of red light pierced the clouds, and blood-red raindrops began to fall.

Then, a visible shockwave spread across the horizon. Half the Earth—everything beyond the sunlit side—plunged into absolute darkness.

All human technology was destroyed. In that instant, Earth's original food chain began to shift, and every order was reset.

The reshuffling had begun.

Judgment Day had arrived.

Inside a small inn near Linjiang University, Ye Fan had just knocked out the front desk girl when she suddenly mutated.

Purple veins crawled across her body, blood seeped from her skin, and her once-cute face twisted into a hideous snarl.

She was still wearing her work uniform—the black stockings no longer alluring, now mixed with dark, oozing blood that was more disgusting than seductive.

"Damn it!"

Ye Fan grabbed a stool, his face cold as he stared at the mutated girl.

Seven years of the apocalypse—every technique for killing zombies was etched deep in his memory, almost instinct.

The girl lunged at him. Ye Fan sidestepped her claws with a simple shift of his body, then swung the stool into the back of her skull—a clean headshot.

The first battle was over. Ye Fan was slightly out of breath, but he'd won easily.

"The apocalypse has begun. My era is here!"

Every cell in Ye Fan's body trembled with excitement. He was still an ordinary man, but with seven years of apocalyptic memories, he only needed to wait for the initial chaos to settle before sneaking into Linjiang University to find his opportunity.

"Brother Jiang, what's happening?"

Ye Qingwei grabbed Jiang Yang's arm, nearly vomiting at the bloody, brutal scenes outside.

"The apocalypse has arrived."

Jiang Yang pinched her chin. "This is why I brought you here."

"Brother Jiang... I... I was wrong about you."

Ye Qingwei was sharp-witted. She finally understood Jiang Yang's "good intentions" and was filled with guilt.

She pressed tightly against him. After witnessing the scene just now, all logic sided with Jiang Yang.

He hadn't lied to her.

He had brought her here precisely to protect her, and she'd just assumed Jiang Yang only wanted to toy with her body.

Once he got bored, he'd discard her—wasn't that the usual plot in novels?

Thinking this, Ye Qingwei realized it all came down to her not trusting Brother Jiang enough. That was wrong.

Meanwhile, the system's voice rang in Jiang Yang's mind.

Successfully plundered the Son of the Plane's sister!

Congratulations, host. You have obtained Spirit of the Plunderer and Plunderer's Insight.

Spirit of the Plunderer: Through continuous plundering, you can seize a portion of the Son of the Plane's luck and have a chance to devour the Son of the Plane to strengthen yourself.

As for Plunderer's Insight, it's a passive skill that allows you to view information.

Both are god-tier skills!

A faint smile curled at the corner of Jiang Yang's mouth, and just then, the system spoke again.

The apocalypse has arrived. Attribute panel unlocked.

Name: Jiang Yang.

Physique: 50 (normal adult: 10).

Spirit: 55 (normal adult: 10).

Agility: 45 (normal adult: 10).

Class: None.

Level: Zero.

Ability: None.

Skills: Crescent Slash, Spirit of the Plunderer.

Looking at his attribute panel, Jiang Yang mentally chanted 666.

All his stats were about five times that of a normal person—this was the effect of the Captain America Serum.

Physique didn't just represent physical fitness; it was a comprehensive measure of strength, agility, and such. Spirit encompassed willpower, thinking, and spellcasting ability. As for agility, it was more about the body and brain's reaction and coordination, with less impact on overall speed compared to physique.

Beyond these, the panel also displayed class and ability.

Currently, Jiang Yang had neither class nor ability, but that wouldn't last long.

When the apocalypse arrived, some people would gain abilities and awaken various powers.

After the apocalypse, others who suffered immense trauma or consumed some heavenly treasure might also have a chance to awaken abilities.

However, ability awakening was uncontrollable. Some would awaken powers to strengthen themselves, others could turn directly into werewolves, and some could manipulate countless elements in battle.

No matter the ability, they all shared one trait: they were exceptionally powerful.

Thus, Ability Users became synonymous with the strong in the apocalypse.

Like classes, Ability Users were divided into nine levels, but to advance, they needed to use their abilities repeatedly and undergo some stimulation.

Most importantly, Ability Users could also become class holders—abilities and classes didn't conflict.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Wu Lei and Xiao Wan pounded frantically on Jiang Yang's door.

"Young master! Are you okay?"

Xiao Wan's face was pale, and Wu Lei strode over and kicked the door.

With a crash, the hotel's security door flew open from Wu Lei's kick. Xiao Wan rushed in immediately, then let out a scream.

"Boss in trouble?"

Hearing the scream, Wu Lei was about to charge in but stopped at Jiang Yang's voice.

"I'm fine. Wu Lei, get out first!"

"Yes, boss."

The room's door faced the bathroom, not the interior, so Wu Lei hadn't seen what was inside, and he didn't want to know. As long as Jiang Yang was okay.

Inside the room, Ye Qingwei was wrapped in a blanket, held by Jiang Yang.

Meanwhile, Jiang Yang stood naked by the window, his terrifying length blinding Xiao Wan's lively eyes.

"Jiang Yang!"

"Put some clothes on!"

Xiao Wan trembled with rage. She'd seen the massive changes outside through the window and rushed over first thing to ensure Jiang Yang's safety.

Instead, she found him holding a girl by the window... With all this happening, you're still in the mood for this?

"Wan Jie, why are you covering your eyes? It's not like you haven't seen it since we were kids."

Jiang Yang shrugged. If Ye Qingwei weren't here, he wouldn't mind taking Xiao Wan right then and there.

Xiao Wan was speechless.

Pfft! How could childhood and now be the same?