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

Lou Fengyue pulled out a rotten wooden stick from her spatial storage, activated her lightning powers, and coated the stick with electricity.

The cracks on the rotten wooden stick began to glow, not in a normal silvery-white, but in a dazzling bluish-white, like the arc light from electric welding.

The zombie seemed to sense the danger and took a half step back, but soon bared its teeth and pounced again.

Lou Fengyue gripped the rotten wooden stick tightly and charged towards the zombie.

The rotten wooden stick drew an arc in the air and struck the zombie precisely on the top of its head.

This time, the zombie's head couldn't withstand it.

Its skull shattered like an egg, black blood and bone fragments splattered everywhere, and its massive body crashed to the ground, twitched a few times, and then remained motionless.

Lou Fengyue was panting heavily, bent over and supporting herself on her knees, the rotten wooden stick in her hand still crackling with electricity.

She hoisted the rotten wooden stick onto her shoulder, kicked the huge corpse on the ground, and smiled contemptuously.

I originally wanted to play a little longer.

Who told you to tear my raincoat? I'm not playing with you anymore.

Lou Fengyue.

Luo Zeyan's voice came from behind.

Lou Fengyue turned around abruptly and saw Luo Zeyan standing at the corner of the corridor, his expression a complex mix of heartache, anger, and lingering fear.

"What are you doing up here?" Her voice was muffled by her mask.

Luo Zeyan walked over and glanced at her. "Are you hurt?"

"No." Lou Fengyue straightened up, her tone relaxed as if nothing had happened. "What about those people on the seventh floor?"

"I've picked her up." Luo Zeyan walked up to her and looked down at her.

Her raincoat was torn in several places, her baseball cap had fallen off at some point, and her ponytail was loose, draped over her shoulders.

The mask was still there, but a few drops of black blood had splattered on it, making it look a bit disheveled.

"Your hair is messy." He raised his hand, instinctively wanting to fix her hair, but then realized that he had just finished fighting and his hands weren't very clean either.

So his hand froze in mid-air, slowly hanging down, and he clenched his fist.

Noticing his movements, Lou Fengyue's heart skipped a beat, and her breathing quickened.

She ripped off her cut-resistant gloves, tied her long hair back up, picked up her baseball cap from the ground, dusted it off, and put it on her head.

Then she walked back to him, tilted her head slightly to look at him, and a faint light flickered in her calm eyes.

"Why is your hair wet?" she asked.

Luo Zeyan subconsciously raised his hand to rub his face. "It's raining outside, I got a little wet."

"Oh." Lou Fengyue nodded, silently put on her gloves, and didn't know what to say for a moment.

Luo Zeyan lowered his eyes and stared at her, his lips curving into a smile, his dark eyes filled with tenderness.

Even her voice was soft: "Let's go."

"Hmm." Lou Fengyue poked the shattered head of the C-level zombie with a rotten stick, picked up the light blue crystal core, and put it in her pocket.

He glanced at the corpse again, narrowed his eyes in disgust, and clicked his tongue softly.

"It's so spicy it hurts my eyes."

Luo Zeyan followed her gaze and looked over.

The zombie's body had grown two sizes larger, its original clothes were already torn, and now it was completely bald...

His eyes darkened, and he reached out to cover her eyes, his voice slightly low and husky: "Don't look, I'm prettier than it."

Lou Fengyue followed his hand, turned her face, and met his obsidian-like eyes, tilting her head in confusion.

"What makes you think you can compare to a zombie?"

"It was a man when it was alive, and you saw it naked."

"so what?"

"I'm in better shape than it, watch me."

Hearing Luo Zeyan's words, which were so self-righteous they bordered on shameless, Lou Fengyue's brain felt like it had been struck by a wooden mallet, and she couldn't think straight anymore.

These are zombies!

You're comparing your physique to a zombie's?

Lou Fengyue looked away, a hint of pink appearing on the tips of her ears, hidden in her stray hairs.

"Hurry up and go downstairs, my brother should still be waiting downstairs." She took a deep breath and walked towards the stairwell, trying to appear calm.

His steps were slow, as if he was waiting for him to catch up.

Luo Zeyan stared at her back for a long time, then lowered his eyes and chuckled helplessly.

The hotel was so quiet that only the patter of rain outside the window could be heard, and footsteps were absorbed into the luxurious carpet.

This once magnificent star-rated hotel, resplendent in peacetime, is now covered in grime and permeated with a damp, putrid odor.

As Lou Fengyue walked down the stairs, she gently touched the carvings on the handrail, sometimes feeling a little dazed.

The apocalypse has truly arrived, descending upon the world she has lived in for over twenty years. A virus has ravaged an entire city that has thrived for decades.

In a daze, she couldn't even tell whether she had really returned to the real world or entered the next instance of the natural disaster game.

The hotel lobby was covered with scorch marks left by fire-based supernatural abilities. Lou Yunzheng stood under the eaves, leaning against the door frame, watching the rain outside getting heavier and heavier.

Raindrops pounded on the pile of corpses in the front yard, black blood mixed with rainwater, flowing all over the ground.

"Brother." Lou Fengyue walked over quickly, stood next to him, and took out the light blue crystal core. "A C-grade crystal core. I'll save it for you."

Lou Yunzheng also took out the dark red crystal core, "D-grade, mutated cat."

"It's quite pure, you can absorb it now." Lou Fengyue poked the dark red crystal, then stuffed the light blue one into his pocket. "Save the C-grade one for now, in case you die if you absorb it now."

Lou Yunzheng curled his lips slightly but remained silent.

Lou Fengyue looked up at the heavy rain outside and pulled out two large umbrellas from her spatial storage.

She handed one to her brother, and with the other, she turned around and looked at Luo Zeyan, who had just come out of the fire escape.

"An umbrella," she said, handing it to him. "Don't get wet."