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

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Ever since Zhao Yan regained his youth and Lin Qing'er and the others learned the method for maintaining youth and extending life, the three

Ever since Zhao Yan regained his youth and Lin Qing'er and the others learned the method for maintaining youth and extending life, the three women became even more attentive and proactive towards Zhao Yan. This allowed Zhao Yan to live a life more comfortable than ancient emperors.

While some lived comfortably, others were not so fortunate. Due to power shortages, Dawu City's officials had announced two days prior that electricity would be supplied for limited hours each day. This made life even harder for those struggling to survive in the apocalypse. The outdoor temperature had now dropped to negative forty degrees Celsius. With power cuts and no air conditioning to maintain warmth, indoor temperatures had also plummeted to around negative ten degrees Celsius. Most residents in the complex were forced to huddle in their beds. Even more frightening, many households had already run out of food. The snow outside had reached a height of two stories, effectively extinguishing any thoughts of venturing out to find food, risking freezing to death. As a result, many in the owner's group were desperately seeking food, but in this situation, who would willingly share their provisions?

However, Zhao Yan's home was unaffected by the power cuts. The apartment, having been modified by the Elementary Shelter Modification Module, no longer required external power. Zhao Yan only needed to regularly redeem Super Compressed Energy Packs, which cost 10 points to guarantee a month's energy supply for the house. As for food and water, Zhao Yan had no shortage. Currently, while other residents of the complex lived in purgatory, Zhao Yan was living a life of paradise.

Of course, there was one other person minimally affected: Zheng Bo. Although his previous disrupted plans had left Zheng Bo's safe house less than perfect, it was still far better than other residents' homes. After all, Zheng Bo's safe house still had a fireplace, which, though not aesthetically pleasing, provided adequate heating. Zheng Bo was affected by the power cuts, but for him, it wasn't a major issue. Besides charging his phone and providing household lighting, he didn't have many other useful appliances.

After a period of recovery, Zheng Bo's butt wound was almost healed. With his wound mended, Zheng Bo's mind became active again. For so long, Zheng Bo hadn't found any signs of another reborn person in the complex. He concluded that he might have misled himself. Everything he had encountered before was simply bad luck for him. As for the looting of small shops and supermarkets outside the complex, it might truly have been just ordinary thieves. After all, rebirth itself was extremely rare; if he had been reborn, how could there be another reborn person? If there truly was another reborn person, with the current situation in the complex, that reborn person would have long since started using food to lure attractive women. After all, this was the advantage of a reborn person; why wait to enjoy it in the apocalypse when you have this advantage? Thinking of this, Zheng Bo became even more certain that he had simply been scaring himself earlier.

Looking at his safe but empty safe house, Zheng Bo felt a pang of loneliness. He wanted beautiful women. He wanted revenge. He wanted to plot the deaths of everyone in the complex. So, he prepared to begin his plan.

Zheng Bo took out his phone, piled some instant noodles and bread on the table, chose a good angle, and took a few photos. Then he posted these photos in the owner's group.

These photos caused a stir in the owner's group, sparking a thousand waves. Many frantically @-mentioned Zheng Bo, hoping to buy the food he had. Zheng Bo looked at the people frantically @-mentioning him in the group, a triumphant smile on his face. However, he didn't rush to reply. Instead, he waited for half an hour before posting a message in the owner's group:

"If you want this food, you can. Send me a private message with full-body, face, and figure photos. Make sure there's no clothing obstruction and no Photoshop."

Zheng Bo specifically @-mentioned several beauties in the complex, including Lin Qing'er and the others. Finally, Zheng Bo added a sentence:

"For those I didn't @-mention, if you're confident in your looks and figure, you can also private message me."

As soon as Zheng Bo posted these two messages, the owner's group exploded. One famous "little fairy" in the complex immediately @-mentioned Zheng Bo and began to rant:

"What do you think you are? You short pig-head, trying to use food to lure women? Why don't you go look at your pig-head face in a puddle?"

This plump "little fairy" was the first to openly blast Zheng Bo, primarily because Zheng Bo hadn't @-mentioned her, which greatly annoyed her, considering herself a super beauty. Plus, being used to "online battles," she naturally bravely stepped forward in this situation.

When Zheng Bo saw the famous "little fairy" in the complex actively attacking him, calling him a pig-head, he was consumed by rage. Zheng Bo hated nothing more than being called a pig-head. So, with a dark expression, Zheng Bo posted another message in the owner's group:

"Whoever goes and beats up this fat pig woman, I'll give them two bags of instant noodles."

Before anyone could reply, the "little fairy" had already started frantically unleashing on Zheng Bo:

"Who are you calling a fat pig? Your whole family is fat pigs, you dead pig-head, how do you even have the nerve to call someone else a fat pig?"

"I'm plump, do you even know what plump means? It's the most perfect female figure, you uncultured prawn-head man."

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The "little fairy" certainly lived up to her reputation as a "battle master," with a continuous stream of verbal attacks that left Zheng Bo gasping for air. The more he thought about it, the angrier Zheng Bo became, and he immediately raised the stakes:

"Whoever goes and beats up this fat pig woman, I'll give them ten packs of instant noodles?"

"Not enough? Twenty packs?"

Just then, a stranger sent Zheng Bo a private message, expressing willingness to go and beat up this "little fairy," but requiring Zheng Bo to pay ten packs as a deposit first. Zheng Bo clicked on this person's profile and saw it was completely blank, likely indicating they didn't want their identity known. However, Zheng Bo, too angry to think further, agreed. They arranged for Zheng Bo to place ten packs of instant noodles outside his door, for the other party to retrieve themselves. After beating up the "little fairy," the person would send photos to Zheng Bo, then come back for the remaining ten packs.

After settling the terms, Zheng Bo put ten packs of instant noodles into a bag. Before opening the door, Zheng Bo cautiously peered through the pre-installed peephole. Seeing no one, he slowly opened the door just a crack and tossed the bag out. Then, Zheng Bo messaged the other party to come and collect it. Half an hour later, Zheng Bo observed through the peephole a person of not-too-tall stature, bundled tightly in clothes and looking somewhat plump, retrieve the bag from his doorstep.

Seeing this, a confident smile appeared on Zheng Bo's face. That fat pig "little fairy," just you wait! In the apocalypse, having food makes you king. When you're getting beaten up later, I hope you cry a little quieter.