A Beautiful Girl's Journey to Survive the Apocalypse After Transforming

I couldn't keep going with them. Maybe someone like me really wasn't suited to teaming up with other people.

I was a ticking time bomb, going off once a month. Add my awkward, dual identity to that, and I couldn't live a normal life among ordinary people.

Just like now. Even after spending more than a month with the girls, I still couldn't completely fit into their circle.

After all, I hadn't been designed that way when I was made. The education I'd received over the past few decades had nothing to do with women, either.

And as a man... Honestly, even the most masculine woman was still aware she was a woman. Unless she was trying to seduce you, she'd definitely keep her distance.

Of course, that wasn't always true. Maybe childhood friends who'd grown up together weren't as guarded as you might think?

But wouldn't that just mean she'd secretly fallen for you?

There was no such thing as pure friendship between healthy men and women, because people... were animals first and intelligent beings second.

No matter how noble the rhetoric, no matter how normal someone's values were,

you couldn't deny that people were animals. Instinct was impossible to resist. Passing on the family line and reproducing were necessary.

Otherwise, humanity would have gone extinct long ago.

When I used to be powerful, I never needed anyone to take care of me, so I gradually became independent. I remembered a film I'd watched called Lucy, which talked about how,

when conditions were right, living things reproduced and passed on their information.

When conditions weren't right, cells became independent and maintained themselves in a state of immortality.

Maybe because I'd been so powerful, I'd never thought about reproduction. It could have been my body's self-preservation response: my strength had