They've All Gathered Together

Only he was on the second level, while Jiang Yang was on the fifth.

Was this guy trying to show off in front of him?

Jiang Yang had originally been about to pull out the Black Gold Ancient Blade, but now he put it away instead.

Since Ye Fan wanted to put on an act with him, he'd just play along and match his performance.

"Oh yeah? Did you become a Professional too?"

Jiang Yang wore an innocent, harmless expression while mentally counting down the time. Once Ye Qingwei and the others saw that the surrounding zombies had been lured away, they'd probably come out.

Ye Qingwei, Qiu Chan, Wu Lei, Tang Ya—he wondered what Ye Fan would think when he saw these people.

Ye Fan had met Qiu Chan after his rebirth, so the current Ye Fan probably didn't know her yet. At most, with his pre-rebirth memories, he'd have heard of Qiu Chan's reputation.

But Wu Lei, Ye Qingwei, and Tang Ya were definitely people he knew.

Your first love—I slept with her. The little sister you painstakingly looked after—I slept with her too. Your comrade-in-arms is now mine.

Jiang Yang was looking forward to seeing Ye Fan's expression.

"That's right, Basic Warrior. What about you?"

Ye Fan was startled to hear that Jiang Yang had become a Professional, but then he thought back—Jiang Yang was just a playboy who only knew how to chase women.

The pressure in his heart eased a little.

But what came next made Ye Fan feel a twinge of resentment.

"I got what should be a Hidden Profession, also in the warrior direction."

Jiang Yang scratched his head, then punched a Level 1 Zombie to the ground, splattering brain matter everywhere.

"System, is there a reward for killing the Son of the Plane? What about just injuring him?"

Jiang Yang asked the system in his mind. If killing the Son of the Plane gave a reward, then injuring him probably should too.

You can obtain a reward, but it requires significant injury—one that affects the Son of the Plane's future fate.

Affects his fate?

Jiang Yang glanced at Ye Fan. Break a leg and an arm?

No, what if he messed up and killed him instead?

He hadn't finished plundering Ye Fan's benefits yet. How about striking at him mentally?

While Jiang Yang was thinking, Ye Fan was also observing him.

How could a useless rich brat get a Hidden Profession?

Was the butterfly effect really that terrifying?

Ye Fan was deeply puzzled. In his past life, Jiang Yang was nothing but a good-for-nothing playboy. Forget a Hidden Profession—he only became a Professional thanks to his family's influence.

And if he wasn't mistaken, the potion Jiang Yang had just used seemed to lure all the nearby zombies away.

That was the Blood Scent Potion!

Damn it, how did that bastard get his hands on that?

Ye Fan ground his molars together until they creaked.

Nothing stings more than seeing your enemy thrive—more than your own failures or a friend's success.

"Ye Fan, why isn't Tang Ya with you?"

"I actually found out about you from Tang Ya. You're really lucky, man—you even landed the class beauty."

Jiang Yang chose a mental attack, starting by bringing up Tang Ya to provoke Ye Fan.

As expected, the moment he said it, Ye Fan's face turned grim. A surge of blood rushed to his head, nearly giving him a stroke.

But despite his fury, Ye Fan kept his composure on the surface. He casually swung his axe, cleaving a zombie into a state beyond dead.

"I don't know. The Apocalypse came too suddenly—I haven't had time to find her yet."

"You'd better hurry, then. A woman like that—if someone else gets to her first, that'd be a real shame."

Jiang Yang kept poking at Ye Fan. In the original story, at this point in time, Tang Ya was on his bed, showing off the eighteen moves she'd mastered on her own.

But the original owner clearly didn't have his charm.

Tang Ya hadn't seemed to fall for the original owner.

Now, though, he not only had Tang Ya's body—that girl's loyalty was pretty high too.

"Heh."

Ye Fan's face darkened. He wished he could just kill Jiang Yang right then and there, but he still needed him for something. He couldn't act rashly.

The two of them quickly cut down the surrounding zombies, and Jiang Yang's trash talk kept piling up, steadily fueling Ye Fan's hatred.

But he never let it come to a head, enduring like a true ninja.

At that moment, Jiang Yang glanced at the zombies around him. The Blood Scent Potion he'd splashed around was no accident—he'd deliberately targeted the faster runners, so the zombies would be drawn elsewhere.

And now, that Money-Scattering Boy had actually run over to the clothing store.

Wasn't this the perfect opportunity for him?

Jiang Yang and Ye Fan exchanged a glance and ran toward the clothing store.

Inside the store, Qiu Chan crouched behind the door, Tang Saber in hand, watching through the gaps as the Money-Scattering Boy ran this way.

The little figure was short, carrying a bag and looking around.

Kind of cute, actually.

But its openings were way too obvious.

Qiu Chan narrowed her eyes. The little thing was practically covered in weak points. She'd never run into a monster with this many flaws before—she didn't even know where to strike first.

"Get ready. We're making our move!"

Ye Qingwei raised her crossbow, green light flickering around her. Just then, she caught sight of Jiang Yang and another person in her peripheral vision.

"Ye Fan!"

Inside the Police Station, Chen Ke spotted a short, faceless creature and immediately identified it as the Money-Scattering Boy. That bag on its back was way too conspicuous.

"Everyone, get ready to move!"

Chen Ke shouted. He didn't know how Jiang Yang had scattered the zombies outside, but even scattered, there were still plenty of them.

"Charge!!!"

Chen Ke, wearing a bulletproof vest and some protective gear, stayed seated inside the station. He wouldn't go out—he'd command from the rear.

Mo Li frowned. "Everyone's charging out. We're not going?"

"Teacher Mo, we're not like those low-class commoners. We shouldn't dirty our hands in this kind of fight."

Chen Ke gave Mo Li a meaningful look. He was confident his family would organize resistance against the Apocalypse. Even if society reshuffled, he had the capital to thrive in this chaotic world.

As for Mo Li, she was a giant in Biopharmaceuticals and a rare beauty—valuable from every angle.

Besides, the Mo Family wasn't some minor clan. Chen Ke hadn't run into Mo Li by accident. If he could win her over, it would do wonders for his future.

At the clothing store, the Money-Scattering Boy had just arrived when a woman suddenly appeared and startled it.

Before it could even scream, a blade stabbed into its body.

A weak point hit—a warm current surged into Qiu Chan's body. Then, a golden light flew out of the creature's bag.

Qiu Chan's eyes lit up. She leaped, grabbed the light, and found a sleek, dazzling Arm Guard in her hands.

"This is...?"

Seeing Qiu Chan, Ye Fan instantly recalled a legend from the Apocalypse. But before he could think it through, he spotted a figure he'd longed for.

"Qingwei!"

Ye Fan couldn't help shouting, but then he froze.

Why was Ye Qingwei here?

Why was her protective suit the same as Jiang Yang's?

And that woman with the blade—this had to be the Sword Saintess from his past life.

As Ye Fan's confusion mounted, another figure appeared.

"Wu Lei!"

Ye Fan's eyes went wide. His closest comrade, Wu Lei—what was he doing here?

Shouldn't Wu Lei be at Linjiang Bridge right now?

Was this the butterfly effect?

Bringing everyone important to him together?

Ye Fan couldn't help grinning. But then, his eyes nearly popped out of his head.

Because Tang Ya had shown up too.