As Luo Shu glanced down at his clothes, the man spoke again.
"Leave the woman. The man can fuck off! Now, or I'll blow your head off!"
The lecherous gleam in his eyes as he stared at Shasha made his intentions obvious.
Heh. You dare covet what's mine?
Well, technically, Luo Shu didn't consider Shasha his property—but in this game, their lives were bound together.
If this man could guarantee Shasha's survival, Luo Shu might have considered handing her over.
But was that possible?
This was a post-apocalyptic game with linked fates. No shortcuts existed.
Luo Shu had been worrying about gaining entry to the camp.
Now, he didn't have to.
You just had to play the villain, didn't you?
With a thought, Luo Shu teleported behind the man, resting a hand on his shoulder.
Domination.
The man froze, now Luo Shu's puppet.
A dual anomaly strike—Teleportation + Domination—secured compliance.
"What's your name? What's the situation in that camp?"
The man—Liu Wei—obediently explained.
Unlike Shasha, Liu Wei was shockingly well-informed.
This world had collapsed in a millennial apocalypse war.
Nuclear strikes had annihilated major cities, while smaller ones became ruins.
Radioactive contamination rendered most mineral resources unmineable, destroying industrial supply chains.
Human civilization had regressed a century, reduced to tribal warfare with crude firearms.
The government had collapsed. Remnant warlords ruled southern mountains, slowly forming a coalition army to rebuild.
But in this northern ruin, lawlessness prevailed.
Gangs fought over scraps.
Shasha, born post-war and sheltered by her obsessive brother, knew nothing of this darkness.
Unrealistic? Maybe. But this was a Galgame—heroines had to be naive moe blobs.
Luo Shu now understood:
This was a parallel Earth, ravaged by apocalypse.
The game's open-world narrative likely spanned the entire planet.
Right now, he was in the tutorial stage—survive 30 days in this city, just like Eule "N" Lau.
Advanced stages probably involved conquering cities, founding nations, dominating the world—but Eule had quit after the tutorial.
This gave Luo Shu an idea:
Brute-force domination.
If he seized control of the city swiftly, he could bypass the 30-day requirement.
To achieve this, he'd need extreme measures.
Before learning this world's truth, he might have hesitated—he wasn't a murderer.
But now he knew:
Everyone here was a killer—except rare innocents like Shasha.
No moral qualms remained.
Liu Wei's body had begun rotting—Domination's side effect. Time was short.
One final question:
"Does this world have anomalies? Superpowers?"
Liu Wei shook his head stiffly. "No, Master. Only in pre-war fiction."
Good.
"Take us to your camp."
Before Liu Wei decayed completely, Luo Shu began his conquest.
The Gang's Stronghold
Liu Wei's faction occupied a derelict budget hotel a kilometer away—dozens of members, a dozen guns.
Despite its size, the camp had a strict hierarchy:
Rulers (armed elites)
Enforcers (like Liu Wei)
Slaves (broken laborers)
The hotel's lower three floors remained intact, guarded by a reinforced steel door.
Two thugs stood watch.
Spotting Shasha, they whistled crudely.
"Shut up! I'm taking them to the Boss!"
The word "Boss" silenced them instantly.
Inside, hollow-eyed slaves toiled mindlessly, too broken to react to newcomers.
Liu Wei led Luo Shu upstairs, only to be stopped again.
Even with Liu Wei's authority, entry required approval.
Luo Shu's cover story:
"I captured a southern envoy. He has intel."
Soon, a tattooed brute emerged, eyeing Shasha hungrily before sizing up Luo Shu.
"You're the envoy? Speak."
Liu Wei whispered: "Second-in-command. Not the Boss."
Luo Shu frowned.
He only had one Domination use left today (assuming abilities reset on real-world time, not in-game).
Wasting it on a deputy was unwise.
"Are you in charge? I'll only talk to the decision-maker."
The brute drew a pistol, pressing it to Luo Shu's temple.
"Talk now, or I splatter your brains."
Sigh.
You're making this difficult.