Doomsday Caravan: I became a god by relying on the favorability of beautiful women!

Su Qingyuan leaned against the wall and glanced at him.

There was something indescribable in his eyes—perhaps a sense of bewilderment, like, "This guy is pretty fierce in a fight, but why does he act like he's stepped on a bomb?"

Jiang Che didn't dare to look at her and abruptly turned around.

The remaining three shadow monsters charged in a triangular formation.

At Level C perception, the trajectory is clearly discernible.

The one on the left arrives first.

He rushed forward, sidestepped, bent down, and reached out—his five fingers precisely inserted into the light sphere in the center of the shadowy figure.

It's not luck, it's the ability that comes with enhancement.

The ball of light was squeezed out and crushed by the knee.

45 seconds.

The remaining two pounced at the same time.

He switched the steel bar to his right hand and slammed it into the ground, sending shattered cement and stone fragments flying in all directions.

The stone shattered the two orbs of light, and the two shadow creatures disintegrated simultaneously.

Clean and neat.

He stood in the middle of the street, which was covered with rubble, panting heavily.

The power is waning.

The pain in my right knee returned intensified, my left shoulder twitched, and I swayed, almost collapsing to my knees.

He propped the steel bar on the ground to barely keep it steady.

[Temporary attribute enhancement ended. Remaining favorability points: 0.]

He returned to being an ordinary person.

But everything is different now.

He understood the core logic of the system: goodwill points were not free gifts, but rewards for completing the rescue.

The system won't do anything for you; it simply gives you a chance to become stronger after you make the right choice.

Choice comes first, power follows.

This order is the whole meaning of "evolution".

"You..." Su Qingyuan's voice came from behind, weak but alert, "Who are you?"

Jiang Che turned around.

She sat against the wall, her right leg bandage soaked in blood, looking like a crumpled piece of paper.

"Jiang... Jiang Che." He realized his tongue was a little tied. "An ordinary citizen, forty meters behind you in line. I was being chased by a shadow ghost, and I ran this way and bumped into you."

As he spoke, his gaze darted around, sometimes looking at the rubble on the ground, sometimes at the distant remains of the ghostly figure, but he dared not look at her face.

The sensation of her bumping into him still lingered in his chest, making him unable to look Su Qingyuan in the eye.

Su Qingyuan stared at him for two seconds.

A crippled ordinary man killed three Shadow Ghosts with a steel bar, and now he's like a primary school student who's been called on by the teacher, too afraid to look up.

These two images, when superimposed, look completely out of place.

But she didn't press further, because one of the doomsday rules is: don't know information you shouldn't know.

Thanks.

In the apocalypse, "thank you" doesn't mean "I appreciate you," but rather "I remember you."

【苏清鸢对宿主好感度+3×2亲密度＋1×2。当前好感值：6，亲密度：4。】

Jiang Che nodded mechanically and bent down to pick up the bent steel bar on the ground.

I only realized my hands were shaking when I bent over, not because I was tired, but because I was nervous.

He picked up the steel bar, and the coolness of the metal finally eased his tension a little.

He walked to Su Qingyuan's side, reached out to help her, but withdrew his hand halfway through.

Repeat twice.

Su Qingyuan couldn't stand it anymore: "Are you going to help him up or not?"

"Help me." Jiang Che's voice was barely audible.

This time, he reached out and carefully supported her arm, with a layer of fabric between his palm and her sleeve, like an intern holding a scalpel for the first time.

Su Qingyuan gritted her teeth and used the momentum to stand up, her whole body trembling slightly.

She noticed that Jiang Che turned his face to one side, his ears were so red they looked like they were about to bleed, and the corner of his mouth twitched involuntarily.

I can't quite put my finger on laughing; I just felt that this person was a bit strange.

"The group hasn't gone far. Can we go?" Jiang Che asked.

The voice was still a little weak.

"Yes," Su Qingyuan said.

She took a couple of steps, then suddenly stopped: "Don't you know anyone in the group?"

Jiang Che shook his head.

"From now on, you'll follow behind me." She didn't look at him, her voice soft but firm, "The rear guard doesn't protect the last one; I will."

[Su Qingyuan's favorability towards the host +2×2. Current favorability: 10. Intimacy: 4]

Jiang Che opened his mouth as if to say something, such as "thank you" or "you don't have to force yourself," but in the end he could only squeeze out a "hmm," with a lingering lilt.

He walked behind Su Qingyuan, leaning on a steel bar, deliberately keeping an arm's length distance, his eyes fixed on the ground, walking as slowly as if counting ants.

In the distance, the dust raised by the main force had not yet settled.

The two walked silently at the end of the line, neither of them speaking.

But Jiang Che knew that some things had changed.

He recalled the words spoken when he was bound to the system: Only those on the verge of death are entitled to a new life.

There's only one path forward: survive, accumulate goodwill points, and become stronger. Then, do some things you should have done three years ago.

As for why he stiffened up, his brain went blank, and his ears turned as red as a monkey's bottom whenever he encountered that woman, he decided to temporarily attribute it to abnormal adrenaline secretion after the battle.

Yes, that must be it.

Jiang Che could see the dark red seeping from the bandage on Su Qingyuan's right leg out of the corner of his eye.

He suddenly wanted to ask her if her injury hurt.

But he held back.

Before it got completely dark, Zhao Lie finally ordered the camp to be set up.

The so-called "camping" was just a matter of stopping the team in the square of an abandoned gas station and building a few fires with rubble.

Three years into the apocalypse, the night no longer belongs to humankind.

Firelight can dispel low-level anomalies, but everyone knows that the real threat is never the monsters, but the unseen creatures of their own kind in the darkness.

Jiang Che sat down against a broken cement pillar at the gas station; his right knee was swollen like a steamed bun.

The three Shadow Devils were killed using a temporarily enhanced body, at the cost of completely destroying old injuries.

He gritted his teeth, suppressing his breathing with silence, not wanting the people around him to hear.

But Su Qingyuan heard it.

She was sitting two meters away from him, removing the bandage from her right leg.

Her fingers were steady, but the cold sweat on her forehead betrayed her true condition.

"Come here," Su Qingyuan suddenly said.

Jiang Che was taken aback: "What?"

"Your shoulder." Her gaze fell on the wound on his left shoulder where a bone spur had cut him. "If you don't stop the bleeding soon, you'll really fall behind tomorrow."

Her tone wasn't one of discussion, but of command.

A Class B ability user has a natural authority in the team, even though she can barely stand up now.

Jiang Che wanted to say "no need," but his body was more honest than his words—the wound on his left shoulder was indeed deeper than he thought, and blood had already soaked through half of his sleeve.

He hesitated for a moment, then moved over and sat down in front of her, deliberately keeping his distance.

Su Qingyuan glanced at the distance but didn't say anything.

She took out a few things from her fanny pack: a half-empty bottle of water, a small piece of clean cloth, and a tube of hemostatic ointment that was half-used.

Jiang Che stared at the tube of ointment, his pupils shrinking slightly.

In the apocalypse, medicine is more expensive than gold.

A tube of basic hemostatic ointment can be exchanged for three days' worth of food on the black market.

She, a seriously injured person, gave him the medicine that she herself didn't have enough of.

"You..." Jiang Che began.

"Don't talk," Su Qingyuan interrupted him, having already unscrewed the cap of the ointment. "Take off your clothes."

Jiang Che's face flushed red.

"The wound is on your shoulder," Su Qingyuan said expressionlessly, "How am I supposed to treat it if you don't take your clothes off?"

"I... I can do it myself." Jiang Che reached out his hand, wanting to take the ointment.

Su Qingyuan didn't give it to her.

She looked up at him, and that look seemed to say: Are you sure?

Jiang Che withdrew his hand.

He awkwardly pulled down the collar of his coat, revealing the wound on his left shoulder.

The movement was so awkward, like taking off clothes in public, even though it was just one shoulder.