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

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Waking up the next morning, Zhao Yan immediately opened Lin Qing'er's attribute panel. He had heard a system notification during their "inte

Waking up the next morning, Zhao Yan immediately opened Lin Qing'er's attribute panel. He had heard a system notification during their "interaction" last night: Lin Qing'er's Favorability had reached 100%. Zhao Yan wanted to see her attributes first.

[Lin Qing'er, Female, Age: 25 (Lifespan: 50 years).]

[Overall Strength: E-rank]

[Strength: 8 points (1%)]

[Agility: 9 points (2%)]

[Constitution: 10 points (1%)]

[Spirit: 10 points (1%)]

[Vitality: 50 points (2%)]

[Favorability: 100%.]

[Ability: None.]

Lin Qing'er's personal attributes were displayed, and they looked pretty good. However, the percentage number next to each attribute piqued Zhao Yan's curiosity. "System, what do the percentages next to each of Lin Qing'er's attributes mean?"

[Each time the Host interacts with a Goddess, a corresponding percentage will increase. When the percentage next to a certain attribute reaches 100%, that attribute will increase by one point.]

Hearing the system's explanation, Zhao Yan couldn't help but sigh. According to the system, he was about to become an ox constantly plowing fields every day. There are only oxen that die from exhaustion, never fields that are ploughed to ruin. He wondered if, with more Goddesses in the future, his diligent old ox self could endure it. Thinking of this, Zhao Yan felt sad for a second about his future hard life, then couldn't help but laugh aloud.

Awesome!

So awesome!

This method of cultivating Goddesses was exactly what Zhao Yan needed. He loved it. Perhaps Zhao Yan's laughter was too loud; it woke Lin Qing'er, who was sound asleep beside him. Lin Qing'er sat up, rubbing her sleepy eyes, and asked curiously, "Old Zhao? What's making you so happy?"

Zhao Yan looked at the newly awakened Lin Qing'er, and an immediate urge to test things out sparked within him. He promptly moved closer to Lin Qing'er.

An hour and a half later, Zhao Yan hopped out of bed, feeling refreshed. Lin Qing'er, meanwhile, had fallen back into a deep sleep. Zhao Yan opened Lin Qing'er's attribute panel again.

[Lin Qing'er, Female, Age: 25 (Lifespan: 50 years).]

[Overall Strength: E-rank]

[Strength: 8 points (8%)]

[Agility: 9 points (6%)]

[Constitution: 10 points (10%)]

[Spirit: 10 points (3%)]

[Vitality: 50 points (5%)]

[Favorability: 100%.]

[Ability: None.]

It seems one "interaction" increases attributes much less than Zhao Yan had imagined. Looks like I'll have to increase the frequency. This way, he could cultivate powerful, combat-ready Goddesses sooner.

After grabbing a quick bite to eat, Zhao Yan opened his own attribute panel again. After Lin Qing'er's Favorability reached 100%, not only was she absolutely loyal to Zhao Yan, but his sign-in points from her also became 2 points. This meant Zhao Yan now gained 4 points daily from sign-ins. After a few days of signing in, Zhao Yan now had 15 points.

Zhao Yan immediately added 5 points to Spirit. As for the remaining points, Zhao Yan first spent 4 points to exchange for twenty tons of water; since Zhao Yan and Lin Qing'er showered daily, water consumption was a bit fast. Next, Zhao Yan spent 2 points to exchange for one ton of random food, and 2 points for 500 kilograms of random daily necessities. This time, the food types were similar to last time, with both high-end ingredients and ordinary instant noodles, and even some fruits. Among the daily necessities, there were surprisingly 5 sets of cold-weather suits and several boxes of hand warmers.

Zhao Yan took out the cold-weather suits for a look. Their quality was much better than the one he had bought for 50,000 yuan. The material was softer, the weight lighter, and each set came with goggles and a face mask. Most importantly, these cold-weather suits were snow camouflage. This was highly practical; wearing this in the snow outside, one would be practically invisible unless approached closely. The hand warmers were also incredible, far superior to any on the market, capable of generating heat for up to 12 hours per pack.

Changing into a new cold-weather suit, Zhao Yan prepared to go out. Today, he was going to deliver supplies to Wang Ziying and Fang Qingzhi. Zhao Yan had considered bringing both Wang Ziying and Fang Qingzhi to his place. But he reconsidered; they were different from Lin Qing'er. Lin Qing'er had interacted with Zhao Yan multiple times before the apocalypse, and their relationship was unusual. While these two had been successfully "collected" by the system, Zhao Yan felt it was still best to wait. After all, the human heart was the most complex thing.

The moment he opened the door, the cold wind outside immediately rushed in. Zhao Yan pulled down his goggles, covered his face with the mask, and stepped out.

Upon reaching the first floor, Zhao Yan found the building's entrance almost completely blocked by accumulated snow, leaving only a small gap at the very top. After several days of heavy snowfall, the snow outside had nearly reached the height of one story. Fortunately, in Zhao Yan's complex, only one building had residences on the first floor (the small apartment building where Zhao Yan originally lived, though its first-floor units belonged to the property management). Other residential buildings started from the second floor. Otherwise, the complex would now have a group of homeless wretches, though such days might not be far off.

Since the building's exit was blocked, Zhao Yan had no choice but to descend to the underground parking garage first. Upon entering the underground parking garage, the temperature inside was noticeably higher than above. This was because the garage entrances had long been sealed by snow, turning the underground parking into a small greenhouse. The original owner had survived for a long time by moving to a small storage room in the underground parking garage after the first floor was submerged by snow.

Reaching Wang Ziying's building, Zhao Yan pressed the elevator button but found the elevator seemed to be broken. With no other option, Zhao Yan had to climb the stairs. As Zhao Yan reached the ninth floor, he heard voices above. Zhao Yan was very curious; why would anyone be in the stairwell in such cold weather instead of staying home? Taking a few more steps quietly, Zhao Yan saw two figures, heavily bundled in thick clothes, squatting near the tenth-floor stairwell exit, occasionally peeking into the stairwell. Since their backs were to Zhao Yan, they hadn't noticed his presence.

"Brother? Do we really have to do this? What if this weather returns to normal? We'd be dead meat then."

"Shit! Are you an idiot? You think this weather's going to go back to normal now? Haven't you seen it online? The whole world's cooling down. This is clearly the apocalypse."

"But Widow Wang is a nice person. Doing this to her... doesn't feel right, does it? Besides, everyone's saying Widow Wang is a fox spirit reincarnated, specializing in draining men's yang energy. I'm a little scared."

"You believe that? Think about Widow Wang's looks, her figure. Don't you want her? In the apocalypse, no one knows if they'll live to see tomorrow. Might as well enjoy today while we can."

"But, Brother..."

"No 'buts'! In a bit, we'll trick her into opening her door. Once we're inside, we'll control her, take her back. Plus, her food and drink will be enough for us brothers to enjoy ourselves for a while. At worst, when we get back, I'll let you go first."

"You promise? You'll definitely let me go first?"

"Little brother, don't worry. When has your big brother ever lied to you!"

Listening to their conversation, Zhao Yan's killing intent flared. These two fools, oblivious to their impending doom, dared to harbor ill intentions toward a Goddess he had successfully acquired.

Death!

These two must die!