I chose the safe house, and the Human Alliance regretted it.

The next day, just as dawn broke, Qian Mengxun woke up.

She slept on the sofa until her back ached, but she didn't make a sound and tiptoed into the kitchen.

The refrigerator is well stocked with food.

She took out the eggs, bread, and milk and began preparing breakfast.

While frying the eggs, she stared blankly at the egg whites that were gradually solidifying in the pan.

How can I get Wang Wei to lower his guard?

A man who can make her eat and drink like a dog will never soften his heart for a meal.

But at the very least, she needs to show him that she is "sensible".

At 8:00 AM sharp, Wang Wei pushed open the bedroom door and walked out.

The living room was filled with the aroma of food.

On the table were freshly baked bread, hot milk, fried eggs, and a small dish of fruit.

Qian Mengxun was kneeling beside the dining table. "Master, breakfast is ready." Her voice was low and flat, without any inflection.

Wang Wei paused for a moment.

He glanced at Qian Mengxun, who had suddenly become "sensible," but did not speak.

Wang Wei walked to the dining table, sat down, picked up a knife and fork, cut a piece of fried egg, and put it in his mouth to chew.

Qian Mengxun remained kneeling, motionless.

"Get up," Wang Wei said. "Come sit down and eat."

Qian Mengxun then stood up and sat down opposite him.

She consciously sat only on one-third of the chair, her head down, sipping her milk in small sips.

The two ate their breakfast in silence.

Occasionally, a whistling sound could be heard outside the window—the sound of wind blades cutting through the sky, like the roar of some giant creature.

Halfway through the meal, Qian Mengxun put down her cup and suddenly spoke, "Master, there's something I need to tell you."

Wang Wei looked up at her.

"The day before yesterday..." Qian Mengxun clenched her fingers, "I was rescued by someone. That person said he was from the Human Awakened Alliance."

Wang Wei continued cutting the bread without stopping.

"He told me..." Qian Mengxun took a deep breath, "to get close to you and find out what your special ability is. Only then will he save me."

She raised her head and looked directly into Wang Wei's eyes: "But I've told my master now. I don't work for them, I only work for my master."

After she finished speaking, she lowered her head again, as if awaiting judgment.

Wang Wei put down his knife and fork, picked up his milk and took a sip, his face expressionless.

After a long pause, Wang Wei smiled.

"Okay," he said. "Let's eat."

Qian Mengxun was stunned for a moment; Wang Wei's reaction was too unusual.

She tried to read something from Wang Wei's face, but she couldn't read anything at all.

Qian Mengxun could only pick up the milk cup again and continue to sip it slowly.

She didn't see the fleeting coldness in Wang Wei's eyes.

alliance.

Let them investigate.

Wang Wei also wanted to see what tricks these people could come up with.

However, Wang Wei couldn't quite understand it.

The league only had one phone call with him, and there was no further contact after that.

Now that the alliance has confirmed that he has awakened superpowers, why not continue to contact him? Or just come to him directly?

Instead, it allowed Zhang Facai to even use Qian Mengxun to investigate his supernatural abilities.

Wang Wei pondered for a moment, then his gaze returned to Qian Mengxun.

"Why are you telling me?"

Qian Mengxun froze as she ate.

She opened her mouth, about to speak.

"Think it through before you speak," Wang Wei said first, his tone calm but carrying an unquestionable air.

Qian Mengxun swallowed the words that were on the tip of her tongue.

A moment of silence.

"Although you hate me," Qian Mengxun said slowly, enunciating each word, "he's even less of a good person."

This answer surprised Wang Wei.

The "he" that Qian Mengxun mentioned refers to is the man who saved her from the Alliance.

"Why doesn't he seem like a good person?" Wang Wei asked.

Qian Mengxun's body trembled slightly, as if she had recalled some terrifying scene.

The way he looked at me...that wasn't right.

"You think I'm very patient?" Wang Wei asked, sounding impatient.

Qian Mengxun's words were undoubtedly nonsense.

She looked up, her eyes revealing genuine fear for the first time. "He looked at me like...like I was a lower species. Like a cockroach, an ant, something that could be easily discarded."

Wang Wei's gaze sharpened.

He remembered something.

In the early stages of the previous cataclysm, there were indeed some "outliers" within the Alliance.

After those people awakened, they no longer considered themselves human.

They call themselves "new humans," "evolvers," and even want to proclaim themselves gods!

They proposed the "Awakened Supremacy Theory," aiming to completely distinguish between awakened individuals and ordinary people.

The weak deserve to be enslaved.

The weak should be eliminated.

The existence of the weak is merely to provide nourishment for the strong.

That is their creed.

In the previous life, because Wang Wei, the prophet, had such a great reputation, and because of the calamities that followed, the awakened ones were all in danger, and this evil trend was nipped in the bud.

But in this life—

Without him to keep things in order.

Could these people have actually succeeded?

A scene flashed through Wang Wei's mind: the city had become a hunting ground, ordinary people were kept like livestock, and the awakened ones were high above, trampling everything at will—

If that's the case, then these people can drive ordinary people to their doom without even waiting for a real disaster to strike.

Thinking of this, Wang Wei's lips curled up slightly. "Looks like there's going to be a good show."

"A good show?" Qian Mengxun looked puzzled.

"Yes." Wang Wei picked up the milk, smiled meaningfully, "A good show about human nature."

Some people think they have become gods, but they don't know that true gods never need to prove that they are gods.

After Wang Wei finished eating, Qian Mengxun took the initiative to clear the dishes, behaving as obediently as a well-trained maid.

Wang Wei sat on the sofa and turned on his phone.

He frowned as soon as he connected to the internet.

Overnight, the news exploded again.

A trending video topped the charts—the footage was extremely blurry, but a row of armored vehicles could be vaguely seen driving on the street.

Video title: "Has the authorities finally taken action? Armored convoy transporting supplies?"

Although the number of people online has decreased by more than half, the comment section is already in an uproar.

"The official authorities have finally done their job!"

"The armored vehicles can withstand wind blade attacks; this is a sure thing!"

"Great, finally someone's taking care of things!"

But then, the style suddenly changed.

"Wait, when will these supplies arrive here?"

"I'm in District XX, and I've been out of food for three days! No one has responded to my SOS comment from yesterday!"

"@Ministry of Emergency Management @Local News, please reply! What's the situation in XX district right now!"

"Why are there supplies only in the places shown in the video? What about here? Are we being treated like an unwanted stepmother?"

"Someone in the next building has fainted from hunger! Is anyone going to do something about it?"

"........."

When Qian Mengxun finished washing the dishes and came out, she saw Wang Wei staring at his phone and standing silently to the side.

Wang Wei swiped the screen a few times and found several official accounts.

The comment section has been completely overrun, filled with questions and pleas for help, one after another, densely packed.

However, there has been no official response.

Not a single one.

Wang Wei shook his head.

It's clear from the video that the authorities are indeed distributing supplies.

However, it was not announced to the public.

Why?

Because of limited supplies, it is impossible to cover everyone.

The reason for keeping it private is that if it were made public, those who cannot receive supplies would be in utter despair.

—Or, utter madness.

Some people are destined to be abandoned.

This is the first cruel truth of the apocalypse: it's not about fairness, it's about choices.

Wang Wei put down his phone and looked out the window.

Unfortunately, this time it was a natural disaster.

If it's war

People who are currently unable to receive priority supplies

They'll definitely get priority for a spot on the battlefield...