Apocalypse: Soul-Transmigrated Old Man Awakens Goddess Sign-In System

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As time passed, only one day remained until the extreme cold apocalypse. After so many days of signing in, Zhao Yan had accumulated a total of 38 points. Seeing that the apocalypse was almost here, Zhao Yan decided to spend these points first.

Zhao Yan opened the System Shop and quickly scanned it. He first spent 10 points to exchange for a Super Compressed Energy Pack (Small). This item was essential as it could provide the shelter with a month's worth of energy. Next, he spent 4 points to exchange for 20 tons of clean water. Then, it was 2 points for 1 ton of random food, and 2 points for 500 kg of random daily necessities. These items cost Zhao Yan 18 points, leaving him with 20 points.

Next, Zhao Yan first opened his attribute panel for a quick look, then began allocating points. Zhao Yan first topped off all attributes that were below 10 points, including Lifespan. This cost Zhao Yan another 9 points, leaving him with 11 points. After some consideration, Zhao Yan added 5 points each to Strength and Constitution.

This brought Zhao Yan's attributes to:

[Host: Zhao Yan, Sex: Male, Age: 72 (Lifespan: 10 years)]

[Overall Strength: E-rank]

[Strength: 15 points]

[Agility: 10 points]

[Constitution: 15 points]

[Spirit: 10 points]

[Lifespan: 10 points]

[Note! Excluding Lifespan, 10 points is the base standard for a normal adult male.]

[Abilities: None]

[Points: 1 point]

After all this time, Zhao Yan also discovered a problem: Lifespan not only affected his longevity but also, the higher his Lifespan, the younger Zhao Yan would appear. Currently, Zhao Yan looked to be in his early fifties.

Closing the attribute interface, Zhao Yan opened his System Storage Space to see what exactly he had just exchanged for. First, the twenty tons of water were held in an invisible force field within the storage space, forming a cube of water in one corner. At the other end of the storage space, the food and daily necessities he had just exchanged for were neatly categorized and arranged.

Since the food exchanged was random, there was a wide variety of types: rice, noodles, vegetables, meat, fish, and shrimp—these were raw foods. There were also many cooked foods, and even plenty of convenience foods, including bread, instant noodles, and the like. There were even seasonings such as oil, salt, soy sauce, and vinegar. In short, the quality and variety of the food were uneven, and the quantities varied.

The variety of daily necessities was even greater. Common basic living items like soap, shower gel, shampoo, and towels. There were even clothes and bedding, and surprisingly, there were also diapers and sanitary napkins. Even more surprisingly, Zhao Yan found a pile of various silk stockings—black, white, red, all sorts of colors and styles. There were also some very skimpy little outfits. Perhaps due to the random nature of the exchange, Zhao Yan didn't find a single piece of warm clothing. However, Zhao Yan wasn't worried. After all, once the apocalypse descended, Zhao Yan planned to hole up in his apartment. Besides, he already had a cold-weather suit, so his need for warm clothing wasn't that urgent.

After reviewing his newly acquired supplies, Zhao Yan took out his phone and dialed Lin Qing'er's number again. In the past few days, Zhao Yan had called Lin Qing'er several times, but the calls would ring without an answer. This made Zhao Yan a bit worried that something might have happened to Lin Qing'er. The phone rang for a long time. Zhao Yan thought no one would answer again and was about to hang up when suddenly, the call connected. Then, Lin Qing'er's somewhat listless voice came through: "Hello? Old Zhao! Is something wrong?"

Hearing Lin Qing'er's voice, Zhao Yan was a little excited: "Xiao Lin, why haven't you been answering your phone or sending messages lately?"

The other end of the line fell silent. Just as Zhao Yan was wondering what was wrong with Lin Qing'er, her choked voice came through: "I... my father passed away. I've been busy with his funeral arrangements recently, and I only finished today." After Lin Qing'er spoke, her sobbing could be heard from the other end of the phone.

Zhao Yan hadn't expected such a situation. Recalling the original owner's memories, it was true that after the extreme cold apocalypse, Lin Qing'er was never seen again in the original owner's memories. This indicated that Lin Qing'er must have returned to her hometown at that time. However, now wasn't the time to think about so many things. Zhao Yan quickly began to softly comfort Lin Qing'er. After a good while, Lin Qing'er's emotions stabilized somewhat.

It was then that Zhao Yan said, "Xiao Lin, can you come back early today?"

"Huh? Old Zhao, I'm not in the mood right now. I want to rest at home for a while before going back," Lin Qing'er thought Zhao Yan wanted to discuss fitness experiences with her.

Zhao Yan realized Lin Qing'er had misunderstood him, so his tone became serious: "Xiao Lin, you've misunderstood. That's not what I meant. Do you trust me? If you do, leave immediately and come back now."

Lin Qing'er also noticed the serious and earnest tone in Zhao Yan's voice, so she asked curiously, "Old Zhao, has something happened?"

"It's not something I can explain in a few words. Just listen to me. You must return to the complex before tonight," Zhao Yan urged.

The other end of the line was silent for a moment.

"Okay, Old Zhao. I'll go pack now. I should be able to make it back before nightfall."

Under the influence of a high Favorability of over fifty points, Lin Qing'er still listened to Zhao Yan's words. With Lin Qing'er convinced to return, Zhao Yan breathed a sigh of relief. If it hadn't been for this phone call, he might have lost a Goddess.

Next, Zhao Yan called Wang Ziying, showing some concern and slightly boosting her Favorability. Then, he called Fang Qingzhi and repeated the same words. However, the System hadn't prompted him that Fang Qingzhi had been successfully collected. Since he hadn't collected her as a Goddess, Zhao Yan couldn't see her attributes, so he didn't know how much more her Favorability needed to reach 30%. There was also another person named Liu Qingyan whom Zhao Yan hadn't met and whose contact information he hadn't obtained. Although Zhao Yan had tried to add her contact information in the complex's owner group, he had been rejected. As for Chen Jiahui, Zhao Yan didn't bother. Besides, without a certain stroke of luck, who would give their contact information to an old man?

However, Zhao Yan wasn't worried. He had already successfully collected two Goddesses. Once the apocalypse arrived, everyone would be hungry and cold. At that time, these strangers would become much easier to communicate with.

After doing all this, Zhao Yan saw that there was still plenty of time. Thinking he had one more thing to do, a slight smile played on his lips as he went downstairs and headed out of the complex.