"Why, Duan Heng! Aren’t we bros? It’s the Apocalypse already—can’t I crash at your safe house for two days? I wanna eat steak *sobbing uncontrollably*!"

"Sure! But only if you put on these black stockings and obey me."

"Why the hell?!!!"

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That day, Duan Heng knew he’d been reborn.

Desperate memories flashed vividly: the entire camp overrun by monsters, Bai Ling spitting blood, barely alive:

"Sorry… Next life… let’s be brothers again…"

"No!!!"

Holding the lifeless beauty, Duan Heng screamed—a raw, heart-shattering cry. If only there’d been no traitors. If only that damned Corpse King hadn’t existed. If only he’d listened to Bai Ling sooner!

But there were no ifs. As the Zombie horde closed in, Duan Heng went berserk, hacking down monsters. Humans and Zombies wailed under his blade until his last ounce of energy drained away. He collapsed amidst a sea of corpses…

*If I get another life… I’ll slaughter every traitor, every monster…*

*Then… I won’t be your brother. I’ll become??, forever… forever… forever…*

……

……

Uh, you didn’t think this guy was the main POV character, did you?

Of course not!

*Name’s Bai Ling. Sophomore. Grades? Meh. Gaming skills? Average. I specialize in slacking off, eating, and sleeping. My superpower? Looking delicate and fair—seniors keep calling me their "adorable little sister-junior."*

*Thanks to my "handsome" face, classmates pamper me. My roommate Duan Heng spoils me too—brings hometown snacks every holiday.*

*But lately…*

*Duan Heng’s acting weird. Like his personality flipped after he bonked his head?*

*First, he turned ice-cold—ignores everyone. Second, he randomly fusses over me? Asks what I wanna eat, sweet or sour, tells me to exercise, not drink cold water at midnight, avoid getting sick during "critical periods," blah blah…*

*Just thinking about it gives me chills! And what’s a "critical period" anyway?!*

*Worse—he sold his parents’ properties! Spent millions building a downtown safe house for the "Apocalypse and Zombie attacks."*

*Holy shit, is he nuts?! Ten million bucks? I’d live off the interest till I die!*

*Even weirder—the safe house is stocked with women’s clothes, toiletries, everything. Expecting a hot date during doomsday?*

*Pfft. That musclehead? I swear on my manhood: no woman would bunk with him, even in the Apocalypse!*

"Bai Ling! Daydreaming again? Don’t want credits?!"

Thud—

"Ow!"

Rapped hard on the head by the advisor, Bai Ling whimpered pitifully, glaring at the man’s retreating back: *Old fart—even at class end, you hit me? If the Apocalypse comes, you’re first on my kill list. Damn it.*

Advisor Uncle: short-tempered, gift-loving, obsessed with rapping students’ heads. His campus rep was trash—rumored to harass girls years ago. Back then, no internet leaks. Otherwise, Bai Ling wouldn’t see this jerk today.

*After class, fried chicken. Only grease heals my soul…*

*Duan Heng skipped class again? Brain damage confirmed. Should I drag him to a hospital?*

Bai Ling and Duan Heng were solid roommates, but not blood brothers. He could only advise, not control him.

Just as Bai Ling pondered how to snap Duan Heng out of his safe-house obsession, his phone buzzed twice. A WeChat message popped up:

*Bai Ling. Apocalypse starts in 15 minutes. Get down here—I’ll drive you to the safe house!*

*Huh???*

Bai Ling fired back a row of giant question marks, spamming dragon memes with utter disdain:

*Go alone. Don’t drag me. I’m hitting KFC!*

*Seriously! Trust me once! If nothing happens after 15 minutes, I’ll treat you to KFC!*

*Eat shit! My class is ending—bye!*

Messages sent, the bell rang. Bai Ling bolted out, grinning. He knew Duan Heng might ambush him at the main gate, so he slipped through a side exit.

*Want me in your safe house? Next lifetime!*

*Time for fried chicken~*

Skipping down the street, Bai Ling headed for KFC—just ten minutes away. Sunlight bathed the bustling city. Cars honked, people chatted, birds chirped. Peaceful. How could doomsday hit here?

He strolled into the restaurant, ordering his favorite Original Recipe chicken and mashed potatoes.

Sitting down, his head tilted slightly. A thought crept in:

*But… what if Duan Heng’s right? What if the world ends soon?*

*So many people here… Zombies might eat me alive…*

Gurgle—

Bai Ling gulped nervously. Then he smirked, shaking his head like a fool:

*Hah. Impossible. Just Duan Heng’s delusions. World’s fine. Time for my chicken~*

Beep—

A strange sound pierced Bai Ling’s skull. Before she could react, a cold electronic voice boomed:

*Due to humanity’s disrespect for nature, the Almighty System enacts divine punishment: 90% of life infected by bio-virus—prioritizing weak immunity. The unmutated will reflect in fear and despair.*

*The remaining 10% gain special abilities. Survive the Apocalypse. Restore human glory, and the Almighty acknowledges you.*

*Apocalypse begins!*

Clatter—

The voice exploded in her head. Bai Ling froze, chicken slipping from her fingers onto the tray…

Then she saw.

The sweet cashier. The chatting diners. All now had blood-red eyes—drooling, claws outstretched. No humanity left. Only bloodlust and madness.

*I… holy shit… it’s really happening!*

Bai Ling paled, leaping up to flee. She was the only unmutated one in the restaurant!

Beep—

*Host: Bai Ling. Ability acquired: Perfect Body.*

*Perfect Body: To optimize offspring propagation, you become a near-perfect matriarch—stamina, personality, charm, all attributes scale with level. Current level: 1.*

"Wait? What?!"

Blinking in horror, Bai Ling glanced at the window. The reflection wasn’t male anymore. A fair-skinned beauty stared back—long hair flowing, delicate features. Familiar yet utterly alien: a busty airhead. Her men’s shirt strained against two ripe peaches, seams screaming to burst.

—First minute of the Apocalypse. Trapped by Zombies. Turned into a big-breasted woman with no combat skills.

Instinctively, Bai Ling’s hand darted to her crotch. Empty.

*I’m fucking…*

*Screwed!*