My Post-Apocalyptic Survival Journey After Becoming a Beautiful Girl

My Post-Apocalyptic Survival Journey After Becoming a Beautiful Girl (Author: Chong Yan (Vol. 1-7, Chapter 153))

The apocalypse has descended. Watch as the protagonist, transformed into a beautiful girl, carves a bloody path through hordes of ravenous monsters and protects their chastity.

"Eat shit! Why are there still tentacle monsters!?" the girl exclaimed, covered in unknown fluids and looking disgusted.

Volume 1: In This World Full of Crises

Chapter 1: Awakening

Waves of dizziness assaulted my head. Everything around me was pitch black, I couldn't see a thing.

This was my first sensation upon waking.

I sat up groggily and felt the soft bedding. Even though it was dark, I knew from the feel that

this wasn't my old, worn-out bed frame

and faded sheets.

I raised my hand to my forehead. The dizziness lingered in my mind, and my ears were filled with a 'zzzz~~' ringing sound, making me incredibly annoyed.

Despite feeling so out of it, I sensed something was wrong.

Was it too quiet?

No... not entirely. It felt like there was something caught between my palm and my forehead?

I gently pinched it. Thin, smooth strands were between my fingers. These weren't hairs, what else could they be? When did I grow

such long hair?

Wait... where am I now?

Okay, too many questions. I should focus on where I am first.

I think... I was walking on the street.

Yes, I clearly remember the weather that day was terrible. Dark clouds rolled in from the north, sweeping south. The scorching sun was hidden away unnoticed, and the air

was filled with a stuffy, humid heat that made breathing much more difficult.

That day? It must have been before I woke up. Why am I thinking about that day?

I remember, a friend I hadn't seen in a long time wanted to go out for a meal. The restaurant he mentioned was nearby, only a ten-minute walk away, so I didn't plan on taking a car and just walked there.

I think I was walking down a snack street at the time... There were small stalls on both sides. Even though the hot weather made me sweat profusely, many people were still strolling

along the street, making it very lively.

Right! It was a Sunday, and I clearly remember complaining, "Why are you wandering around in this heat?" and things like that. Later, when I was eating with my friend, we casually talked about it, and I only then realized it was a Sunday.

My sense of time isn't very accurate. As a web novel author, I don't really have holidays. If I don't update on a certain day, I don't earn money, so I don't remember

what day of the week it was.

Yes... that day was definitely a Sunday, probably a Sunday in August. What date was it...

I shook my head. Since I knew the specific day, I should figure out what happened to me to end up here.

Comparing my current hair length to... Wait! That's not right!!

How could my hair be this long??

Following my hair roots, my fingers went from the top of my head all the way down to near my butt before stopping! Hair this long

couldn't possibly be mine!

No, that's not right either! If this hair were mine, I would have had to be unconscious for at least ten years for my original buzz cut to grow into this length.

...I'm a guy.

So if it's not mine...

That's impossible too!!

I tugged gently, and a pain shot from my scalp. This was definitely my hair!!

I tugged again, and with some frustration, I tossed my hair behind me. I looked left and right; it was pitch black, and I could barely see anything, just a little bit of blur.

The shadows allowed me to know if there was anything in front of me.

This looks like a hotel, right? There's a bed... and two beds at that?

I got out of bed, and my feet could clearly feel the dust on the floor. However, it was only a thin layer, and beneath the dust was cold tile.

"How long has it been since this was cleaned?" I muttered, looking at the floor I couldn't see at all.

However... as soon as I spoke, I froze completely on the spot.

My voice... wasn't mine.

"I..." A deep, feminine voice, accompanied by a slight vibration in my throat, came out of my mouth??

"Am I... dreaming?" I subconsciously touched my throat...

It's... gone, really gone, my Adam's apple!

As a man, I've lost my Adam's apple?!!

Could it be!!!!

I widened my eyes. Although I couldn't see anything on my chest, the vague shape and the strange sensation there gave me a bad premonition!

Without any hesitation, I reached out and cupped my chest...

Why "cupped" instead of "touched"? If you've ever experienced these two things that one hand can barely grasp, you'd understand...

"How is this possible!!" I shouted in surprise, my voice echoing throughout the entire room. Even more chilling was that my exclamation acted like a switch. Instantly, throughout this building I didn't recognize, waves of strange, low growls, accompanied by clattering sounds, echoed in the nearby corridors.

The low growls sent shivers down my spine. The rapid, inhuman footsteps filled me with fear. I could no longer care about why I had gained a few pounds of fat on my chest. I quickly covered my mouth and instinctively sat back down on the bed behind me, tiptoeing as I tucked myself back under the covers.

Pulling the covers up and over my head, I dared not make a sound, holding my breath as I listened intently to the sounds outside.

The growls continued, along with chaotic footsteps running frantically and rhythmically down the corridor. Occasionally, the sounds of objects falling and colliding could be heard, turning the silent building into a bustling place. Though this liveliness filled me with dread.

What happened...

And what was it that walked past the corridor outside the door earlier? I still couldn't figure it out. The inhuman footsteps and the sound of something dragging on the floor both gave me a chilling feeling.

It was too dark all around, making it difficult to see anything in the room. However... every room should have a window.

Thinking about it, I decided not to open the door yet. After all, my current situation was strange and terrifying. At least I should wait until I could see clearly before deciding what to do.

After all, eighty percent of human information gathering is done through sight.

Tiptoeing off the bed again, I tried to minimize the sound of my footsteps. It was quite cold walking barefoot on the floor, but the weather seemed hot, and the room was probably around thirty degrees Celsius.

Reaching out to feel my way, step by step, my arm suddenly brushed against something cold. Immediately, there was a "ding ling dang lang" sound. I quickly reached out and grabbed a... metal rod?

Wait a minute...

A metal rod?

A bed... a quilt... a metal rod standing by the bed... and then recalling what happened in my memory...

Could it be... I'm in a hospital?

Perhaps... that explains some things.

For example, this loose-fitting outfit I'm wearing.

Just as I was thinking this, I suddenly heard hurried footsteps outside the door, followed by a sudden halt!

Something... was right outside the door!!

I immediately shifted my gaze and brought the iron rod I was holding... which was the IV stand, up in my hand. It was surprisingly light, but touching it, it felt solid. The exterior seemed to be plated with something, making it very smooth.

As the sound faded, my hearing gradually became more sensitive. The surroundings were deathly quiet, not a single car horn or insect chirp. It was terrifyingly silent...

Suddenly!! A dull thud came from directly in front of me!

Something was hitting the door?!

The sound quieted down again. I couldn't see in that direction at all, and could only judge the door's location by my hearing. But as I listened closely, there was a very heavy breathing sound from outside.

It was a calm breathing sound, and... it was deep and rough. Judging by the rhythm... it sounded like a person standing outside the door.

I took a few light steps, the IV stand still in my hand, feeling my way forward while concentrating on the area ahead. Although... I couldn't see anything.