Chapter 4 of 10

Chapter 4

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Yun Luo would say that he had already heard from Yan Chenyu that her boss was the only daughter of the Zhen Group's chairman—Zhen Mi, who was absolutely worthy of the praise as a goddess, with a net worth of billions, unparalleled beauty, and countless graces, even surpassing Yan Chenyu herself. She was one of the Four Seas' dual beauties, the other being a man with a feminine appearance—Nangong.

Yan Chenyu frankly told Yun Luo that the reason she obtained the position of secretary to the human resources minister was not because she graduated from Jiangnan University or because of her outstanding abilities, but because of her cold and elegant beauty, which caught Zhen Mi's eye.

However, Yun Luo did not know how heavenly beautiful Zhen Mi was, as Yan Chenyu did not show him any photos. Yun Luo did not dare to ask either, as he would surely be given a cold stare and a pinch from Yan Chenyu's cold, beautiful eyes.

Among the gray organization's spokespersons that the Double-Tailed Scorpion revealed, there was Nangong from Sihai City. This person was not an evolved being but was extremely intelligent, a significant figure in the black domain of Huaguo.

Sihai City was very close to Xihu City, a two-hour bus ride or a one-and-a-half-hour drive. Yan Chenyu was working diligently, even familiarizing herself with her duties on weekends and not returning to Xihu City to see Yun Luo.

There were some things that Yun Luo could not tell An Chuyu. If he did, his girlfriend might get jealous and cause a fuss, potentially ruining the long-standing friendship between An Chuyu and Yan Chenyu. Since becoming Yun Luo's girlfriend, An Chuyu had often used Yan Chenyu to test Yun Luo, wanting to see if her boyfriend had any improper thoughts about her good friend.

Whenever Yun Luo said something wrong, An Chuyu would nag him incessantly.

Perhaps Yan Chenyu did not want to lose her good friend, and her relationship with Yun Luo had always been ambiguous. If there were no accidents, the two might have been lifelong friends, with mutual affection but never taking the next step.

A relationship that was more than friends but less than lovers.

It was normal for the closest people to be the least guarded. An Chuyu had never really guarded against Yan Chenyu or thought that Yan Chenyu might like Yun Luo. What she did not know was that while she had known Yun Luo for twenty-two years, Yan Chenyu had known him for twenty-three years.

Yun Luo had once asked Yan Chenyu why her feelings for him had grown so deep without her realizing it. Yan Chenyu's answer surprised Yun Luo. The first spark of affection was in their third year of junior high, when Yan Chenyu lost her father, and it was Yun Luo, her classmate, who stayed by her side, comforting her. This was also why Yan Chenyu, after Yun Luo lost both his parents, could not help but comfort him, feeling a deep empathy.

This was a beautiful mistake. Yun Luo would not say that his various ways of caring for Yan Chenyu were all at the behest of his girlfriend, An Chuyu. An Chuyu did not want her good friend to be trapped in the grief of losing her father, so she instructed Yun Luo to take care of her.

An Chuyu was particularly jealous, even of her younger sister, An Qingju. This was a way for her to express her feelings, somewhat manipulative and cute, especially as her height surpassed 1.8 meters, making her watch Yun Luo even more closely, as if worried that he might not want a girlfriend who was too tall.

An Qingju had always been fond of clinging to Yun Luo, hugging and cuddling him, and An Chuyu's repeated warnings were ineffective.

He found Yun Luo's emotional world to be a mess, extremely frustrating.

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Perhaps it was a case of birds of a feather flocking together. An Zhongshu, Su Ran, An Chuyu, Yan Chenyu, and Yun Luo could not cook. An Zhongshu and Su Ran often ate at the Qiantang No. 2 High School faculty canteen.

Only An Qingju had learned excellent cooking skills, inheriting them from Yun's mother.

Especially the dish of tender ginger stewed chicken, which was full of the taste of home, and every time he ate it, Yun Luo would think of his parents.

He had lived in the post-apocalyptic world for 237 years, mastering how to handle toxic and radioactive ingredients, and could tell which parts of a bio-beast were edible with just a glance. However, he did not know any proper cooking techniques, often roasting or stewing everything. In the post-apocalyptic world, being able to eat enough was the greatest happiness.

From Yun Luo's memories, he knew that to live comfortably on Earth, one needed money, but he did not like working. Coming from the post-apocalyptic world, he enjoyed freedom. In the post-apocalyptic world, he was a wanderer, traveling the world, fighting countless dangers, and enjoying the thrill of risking his life, pursuing the strongest power in the face of life and death, and ultimately dying at the hands of a Level 10 Zombie King, with no regrets.

The money Yun Luo earned from translating between French and Chinese was not insignificant. Every month, after covering various living expenses, he could still hand over more than 2,000 yuan to his girlfriend, who managed the finances. Sometimes Yun Luo would also take on French translation work, and his French was excellent, like a native French speaker.

However, Yun Luo knew that An Chuyu very much wanted to own a house. The room at Qiantang No. 2 High School belonged to the school and was very small. An Chuyu had to share a room with An Qingju and wanted her own private bedroom.

After becoming Yun Luo's girlfriend in the first year of junior high, An Chuyu had mentioned several times wanting a home of their own. In high school, she enthusiastically participated in the design and renovation of the third floor of the Yun family's three-story house, which was originally intended to be their marital home.

However, after the death of Yun Luo's parents, An Chuyu never mentioned her desire for a home again. Yun Luo knew that his girlfriend was carefully considering his feelings, and he felt a deep sense of gratitude.

He did not want to violate the laws of Huaguo or work in the black domain. After carefully reviewing Yun Luo's memories, he discovered an interest in reading web novels. Yun Luo was a voracious reader, spending about 100 yuan a month on books, and his girlfriend supported this hobby.

Top web novel authors could earn millions of yuan a year, and he was attracted to the freedom and quiet of being a web author.

Yun Luo did not smoke, drink, play games, or chase girls, and An Chuyu was understanding. However, it was always An Chuyu who recharged the account on Qidian Chinese Network, not Yun Luo.

After some thought, he logged into Qidian Chinese Network, registered an author account, and chose a name other than Yun Luo. He created a new book titled "Year 237 of the Post-Apocalyptic World," categorized as a science fiction post-apocalyptic crisis. In the summary, he wrote: "His name is Yun Luo, born in the post-apocalyptic world, and died at the hands of a Level 10 Zombie King 237 years later. This is his story, his life."

Then he wrote the first chapter for the new book's review. Yun Luo stretched his fingers and typed on the external keyboard, the words appearing one by one, each character accurate. In half an hour, he had written over 3,000 words. He titled the first chapter "Rebirth," and the content described the post-apocalyptic world he saw after his birth, a world of harsh reality.

While waiting for the new book to be reviewed, Yun Luo casually designed the book cover using a drawing software. The background was black, the text white, with the Qidian Chinese Network URL, the author's name, and the book title. The text looked like a child's doodle, filled with a sense of innocence and a strange, eerie horror.

With nothing else to do, Yun Luo created a folder on his computer titled "Year 237 of the Post-Apocalyptic World," and a document. He copied the first chapter he had just uploaded and began typing, recording his experiences and observations in the post-apocalyptic world. The words had a strange visual impact, and reading them made one feel the darkness and despair of the post-apocalyptic world, as if they were there.

The bloody water, the deformed mutants, the giant toxic frogs, the death and decay brought by the wind, the sudden explosions of missiles, and the humans being eaten alive by zombies...

His writing was cold and concise, devoid of emotion, the words of a detached observer, recording the joys and sorrows of Yun Luo's life in the post-apocalyptic world. Anyone who read this book would feel as if they were seeing true hell, even having nightmares.

The post-apocalyptic world had technology beyond the imagination of Earthlings. The use of compressed energy blocks had long been realized for civilian use, and many people's diets were replaced by nutrient liquids. There were countless amazing weapons like laser guns, infrasound guns, and particle guns, powerful AI, battle robots, and towering, cold metal mechs.

It was even possible to replace all of a person's organs except the brain through genetic cell cloning. However, the maximum lifespan of a post-apocalyptic person was still 150 years, unless they were a Level 10 being, transcending the limits of life and death.

He quietly wrote all his memories from his first year in the post-apocalyptic world, writing over 50,000 words before finishing. In his first year, he mainly ate and slept, and there was not much he could remember unconsciously, even though he could see all his memories from birth after achieving Level 10.

Yun Luo divided the 50,000 words into chapters of about 3,000 words each, giving them random titles, and continuously uploaded them to the author's backend. He closed his laptop, went to the kitchen, boiled water in an electric kettle, and made a bowl of old pickled cabbage instant noodles, eating it slowly. His girlfriend had thoughtfully bought three boxes of instant noodles, with six different flavors to choose from.

After eating, Yun Luo stood by the glass window, looking at the bustling street. He saw two men and a woman walk by, and he glanced at the tall woman's snow-white, slender legs under her short, hot pants. His eyes were calm, and the woman's deep burgundy hair was not dyed. These three were the three evolved beings from Baxia.

He yawned lazily, played with the egg-sized gray nucleus in his right hand, pulled the blue-purple curtains, and went to take a nap, enjoying the comfort of sleeping with the air conditioner on and a blanket.

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The evolved beings from Baxia were not to be underestimated. While Yun Luo was enjoying his nap, Yuan Lai, with Level 3 energy detection, sensed a faint aura of true energy in the air. He gestured, and with Level 3 illusion manifestation, Bai Shi and Level 4 fire-bending Liu Xun followed him to a quiet, silent building about 100 meters away.

Bai Shi's right hand, which was in his pocket, transformed into a fierce beast claw, ready to strike at any moment. Liu Xun's long, tender legs were white as jade, and she smiled gently, her eyes filled with affection, but her mind and true energy were tense, ready for action.

Standing in front of the building, Yuan Lai signaled that there was no one inside. Bai Shi took out a strange key and opened the door. Yuan Lai led Bai Shi and Liu Xun to the basement entrance, where Bai Shi used his beast claw to open the iron door. In the dim light, they saw a headless corpse lying in the basement.

Two minutes later, Liu Xun confirmed the identity of the deceased, who was the Double-Tailed Scorpion of the gray organization. The time of death was around 7:00 AM, and more importantly, the Double-Tailed Scorpion's nucleus had been removed!

It was definitely the work of a black domain evolved being, but who was it?!

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It was definitely the work of a black domain evolved being, but who was it?!