You say the cataclysm only comes after you've cleared the entire dungeon?

Lou Fengyue took the lead and charged all the way to the 37th floor of Building C.

There are four living people on this floor.

The corridor was pitch black. When the flashlight beam swept across it, you could see various odds and ends scattered on the ground—suitcases, clothes, empty bottles, and half-eaten instant noodle cups.

It seems that people from other floors took refuge here before.

"There are eight over there, you guys go and deal with them." Lou Fengyue pointed to the three households on the left, and then walked to the right.

She stopped at the door of apartment 3702. Through the door, she could faintly hear voices inside, very soft, as if they were deliberately lowering their voices.

"There's only this much water left... what do we do...?"

"When will the rescue team arrive...?"

"They won't be coming... It's been so many days, if they were going to come, they would have come already..."

"Shh...don't make a sound, there seems to be some noise outside..."

Lou Fengyue did not knock on the door, but turned and walked towards 3701.

The security door in front of me looks very sturdy, at least the highest security level among home security doors. It's also very new; the plastic film is still on.

Using my sensory abilities to probe inside, I found no living people or zombies.

But Lou Fengyue's intuition told her that something was not so simple.

She took a wire out of her pocket and began to pry open the door.

It has to be said that high-level door locks are really different; it took her five minutes to finally open the door.

The security door was pulled open, revealing another wooden door, which was unlocked in just a few dozen seconds.

Lou Fengyue opened the two doors and stepped inside, only to be stunned by what she saw, stopping in her tracks.

The living room was piled high with boxes of supplies, mostly food and bottled water. Huge cardboard boxes were stacked up, almost reaching the ceiling.

There is a small household diesel generator on the wall, and a row of oil drums are neatly arranged in the cabinet under the entryway cabinet.

She opened the refrigerator door, and it was packed full.

There were no fruits or vegetables, only mineral water, meat, and a few boxes of already cooked food.

Lou Fengyue frowned, and almost instantly confirmed that this was the home of the Chosen One.

Regardless of whose house it was, if there were supplies stored there and no one was alive, she would definitely not be polite and put them all into her spatial ring.

Shining a flashlight, I walked inside, pushed open the doors to the study and the second bedroom, which were also crammed with supplies.

I've taken them all.

Finally, there's the master bedroom.

A woman who looked to be around thirty years old was lying on the bed, her hair looking like it was wet with sweat and greasy, sticking to her face.

The skin had a bluish-purple tinge; it wasn't a mutation, but rather livor mortis.

It looks like they've been gone for two or three days.

There was a thick notebook on the bedside table, and a piece of letter paper on top of it.

Lou Fengyue picked up the letter, unfolded it, and began to read it carefully.

The handwriting is somewhat messy, and some characters are illegible, but they can still be understood by putting them together.

The woman's name was Lin Tian. She was a researcher at a biological research institute, specializing in plant research.

Six months ago, I was dragged into a natural disaster game and have a farming system. My ID is 013.

In the game, using special seeds provided by the farming system, I cultivated many fruits and vegetables that could grow in the post-apocalyptic world.

Unexpectedly, after returning to the real world after the game ended, I learned that a natural disaster was really about to strike.

Lin Tian spent three days and used up all her savings to stockpile supplies. She could survive the torrential rain and the water and power outages, but she couldn't survive the virus.

On the fifth day of the torrential rain, she developed a fever.

She is unmarried, has no children, her parents live in the countryside, and she lives in this house by herself.

No one took care of her.

She was afraid that she would mutate into a zombie or die directly, so she exchanged a lot of plant seeds with the system in advance and put them in a wooden box under her bed.

The cultivation methods for each plant were all recorded in the notebook.

Then, he locked himself in the house to prevent himself from turning into a zombie and harming others.

She didn't mutate; she just died from a high fever.

The last two sentences of the letter:

{If the government finds my body, please take the seeds and notebook with you, so that I can contribute my last small part to the country.}

If my parents are found, and if they are still alive, please take good care of them.

The back of the document contained an address and two names: Lin Tian's parents' names and address.

After Lou Fengyue finished reading, she folded the letter, tucked it into her notebook, and put it all into her storage space.

Then they pulled out a cardboard box from under the bed, which was full of seeds, and the plastic bags were labeled.

She was also put into the space.

Finally, she tidied Lin Tian's hair and clothes, pulled up the blanket, and covered her head.

As I left, I gently closed the door to the master bedroom.

Of the 100 chosen ones selected for the Natural Disaster Game across the country, only eight returned alive.

Now another one has died, leaving only seven.

Lou Fengyue sighed inwardly. Even after going through half a year of "trials" and possessing a system, she might not be able to survive back in the real world.

Although his body had been forged into an unparalleled physique by hundreds of Body Tempering Pills, if he were to catch an infection and develop a fever—

She could very well become the next Lin Tian.

"Yueyue, what's going on inside?" Lou Yunzheng came up to her, holding two crystal cores that he had just dug out.

"The Chosen One is dead," Lou Fengyue replied softly, lowering her voice.

Lou Yunzheng raised his eyebrows in surprise, but couldn't say anything.

He thought his sister had suffered enough in the game of natural disasters for half a year. The peace and tranquility at home now was bought with her life.

He thought the Chosen Ones were very powerful, as powerful as his sister, and that dealing with the apocalypse would be a piece of cake.

But no one expected that even the chosen ones could die.

Less than a month after the apocalypse, one of the chosen ones had already died.

That younger sister...

Lou Yunzheng nervously swallowed, and unconsciously took his sister's hand, holding it tightly.

It's as if she's afraid that if she's not careful, she'll lose her younger sister and never find her again.

Lou Fengyue's emotions didn't change much; it was as if she had only seen an ordinary corpse.

She grasped her brother's hand in return, a faint smile curving her brows as if to comfort him.

"Let's go," she said softly.

Lou Yunzheng and Chu Sinian nodded and walked towards the stairwell.

As Lou Fengyue passed by the door of 3702, she paused and placed two 1.5-liter bottles of mineral water and a few packs of soda crackers at the entrance.

A knock came at the door, and a trembling voice came from inside: "...Who is it?"

"people."

The man swallowed hard, glanced at his companion beside him, and then shakily opened the door a crack, revealing only one bloodshot eye.

There was no one at the door, except for two bottles of water and a few packets of biscuits.

He mustered his courage, opened the door, and looked out. The corridor was filled with zombie corpses; he didn't see a single living person.

Is it... the army coming to clear out the zombies?