As night fell, Huaan City gracefully illuminated the dark sky like a radiant pearl. The streets were alive with boldly dressed young people, their energy pulsing through the city.
Tang Ze put down his phone and glanced at the traffic light, feeling unusually drained. "I'm too tired to take any more delivery orders tonight," he muttered to himself.
Vroom, vroom! The Lamborghini parked beside him roared like a wild beast. Tang Ze turned his head slightly and saw a stunning woman sitting in the passenger seat, her beauty accentuated by the glow of the streetlights. The driver gave him a smug wink, clearly flaunting his wealth.
"What's there to show off about?" Tang Ze scoffed under his breath. "If I were rich, I'd tow that thing with my Motorcycle."
Suddenly, an eerie voice crackled through his Bluetooth earpiece:
"Three hours, thirty-one minutes, and thirteen seconds until doomsday."
"Dispatching Apocalypse Survival Pack Version 1.0."
Tang Ze frowned in confusion. Who the hell is pranking me?
Yet, his phone screen lit up with a notification:
"Open Apocalypse Survival Pack Version 1.0?"
A virus. Definitely a phone virus.
Beep! Beep! The car behind him honked impatiently. In his haste, Tang Ze accidentally tapped "Accept."
"Infinite Supplies — Acquired."
"Enhanced Physique — Acquired."
"Weapons Arsenal Version 1.0 — Acquired."
Note: Items can be summoned via mental command.
"To unlock Apocalypse Survival Pack Version 2.0, upgrade the energy gauge."
A chill ran down Tang Ze's spine at the cold, robotic voice. This can't be real… right?
Hah, if this is legit, give me an AK-47 that never jams.
The moment a battered AK-47 materialized between his legs, Tang Ze nearly jumped out of his skin. Disappear! Now!
As the weapon vanished, he exhaled shakily, but his heart pounded wildly. This is too sudden. I'm not ready for this.
Without hesitation, he made a sharp U-turn and sped toward his apartment.
Jinyuan Residential Complex was far from the city center, and the ¥2,000 monthly rent already made Tang Ze wince. After parking and charging his electric scooter, he rushed upstairs without delay.
His 50-square-meter studio felt almost too spacious for him. Removing his helmet revealed a youthful face—only twenty-two, with several years of odd jobs under his belt: security guard, waiter… No family to speak of, either.
After splashing cold water on his face, Tang Ze slumped onto his couch. Better brush up on apocalypse survival tactics first.
Two hours later, he had internalized one core principle: Self-preservation above all else.
Opening his virtual armory, he found an assortment of pistols, assault rifles, and sniper rifles—plenty of bullets, but nothing heavier than light firearms.
As for his enhanced physique, he tested it by bending a kitchen knife effortlessly and jabbing his finger straight into the concrete wall. As he brushed the dust from his fingers, Tang Ze's smile widened, his confidence growing.
Gripping a pistol, Tang Ze took a deep breath.
Bring it on, apocalypse. I'm sick of this life anyway. I'm not some delivery boy—I'm the boss now.
Midnight struck. Raindrops began pattering outside, soon escalating into a drizzle. Then—screams. Horrified shrieks erupted across the neighborhood.
Tang Ze rushed to his balcony. Below, several bodies already littered the streets. One bystander, attempting to help, was caught in the rain—acidic droplets seared into their skin like sulfuric acid. Their agonized wails filled the air before they collapsed.
Lights flickered on throughout the complex as confused residents peered from their balconies.
Then, simultaneously, everyone's phones buzzed with an emergency alert:
"ALL RESIDENTS: DO NOT LEAVE YOUR HOMES! DO NOT TOUCH THE RAIN! AWAIT FURTHER INSTRUCTIONS!"
Tang Ze's brow furrowed. He glanced sideways—his neighbor, a strikingly beautiful girl, was staring back at him.
He'd known her for a year. A livestreamer, curvy and attractive… though a bit—
"What are you staring at, loser?" She scoffed before storming back inside.
Tang Ze smirked. In the apocalypse, and she still thinks she's someone special?
In this world, women are commodities to be traded.
A single loaf of bread can get you anything you want—and more.
Twenty years without romance, and now the world ends. Pity. At least I've spent lavishly before.
He decided to calm his nerves with a bowl of instant beef noodles—no, wait. I have infinite supplies now. Why not use some Buddha Jumps Over the Wall as mouthwash?
As he savored the gourmet delicacy, Tang Ze scrolled through phone. Global panic dominated every feed.
Soon, another alert flashed: "All water sources contaminated."
Tang Ze shrugged. Whatever.
I wonder… in a few days, will a bottle of water be enough to make that neighbor of mine kneel?
Heh. Calling me a loser.
Time to check the situation downstairs.
The ground floor was chaos. A mob swarmed the convenience store, desperate for water. More residents trickled down, their faces etched with terror. The corpses outside frayed everyone's nerves, fueling aggression.
"Stop pushing!"
"Who the hell cut in line?!"
A brawl erupted between two men. Women shrank back fearfully as others stormed the store, looting everything. The owner stood helpless.
Within minutes, the shelves were stripped bare—by men. The women never stood a chance.
"Don't you know ladies come first?!" A middle-aged woman in glasses shrieked.
"First my ass!" A burly man snapped. People are dying out there, and you're whining about manners?
The apocalypse had arrived—and men's dominance was already showing.
Those who failed to grab supplies scrambled for alternatives. Some considered driving out for food—but the sight of melting tires (the rain corroded rubber) deterred them. A few tossed umbrellas outside as a test. The umbrellas held, but… what if even one drop touches you?
Leaning against the wall, Tang Ze sighed. An hour in, and society's already crumbling.
The remaining water wouldn't last. Families with stockpiles might endure longer—but once food ran out, humanity's darkest instincts would take over.
As he watched the rain, Tang Ze began formulating a plan.
Then—a vision.
A breathtaking woman caught his eye. Her luminous gaze sparkled like gemstones, her delicate brows framing a face of exquisite beauty. Lips like cherry blossoms, a slender neck as elegant as a lily's stem—irresistible.
Her figure was a symphony of curves: a narrow waist, full hips, every proportion perfect.
As a delivery guy, Tang Ze had no chance with her—but in this complex, she ranked among the top three beauties. A flight attendant, he recalled, having seen her in the elevator a few times, rolling her suitcase in uniform.