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In the dimly lit atmosphere of the post-apocalyptic world, where the vibrant nightlife of the past felt like a distant memory, survival had become a game of allure and cunning. The women who found themselves in this place were not merely seeking companionship; they were leveraging their beauty to attract powerful men.
As Zheng Yifan approached the entrance of a room thick with an air of seduction, he witnessed a girl suddenly stumble and fall at his feet. It was as if her fall triggered a chain reaction, with heads peeking out from various rooms, each adorned with heavy makeup and eager gazes fixed on him.
These women were not captivated by Zheng Yifan's looks alone; in this harsh world, even the most handsome man was often just a pretty face for the strong. What caught their attention was the Silver Spear slung across his back and his muscular physique, but more importantly, it was the respect shown to him by those who accompanied him.
No one could miss the subtle dynamics at play—whether he was a leader, a friend, or truly formidable. The group behind him exuded confidence, dismissing the superficiality around them. The ambiance was far from glamorous; flickering candles provided the best lighting, while scraps of paper and furniture burned to keep the chill at bay.
The synthetic wood of the post-apocalyptic era produced acrid smoke that filled the rooms, yet those accompanying Zheng Yifan carried their rations casually, signaling their security in this chaotic environment. They maintained a respectful distance of two steps behind him, driven by awe and a series of unspoken acknowledgments. The women understood that this man was undoubtedly powerful.
The gleam of his long spear hinted at hidden strength, and his well-defined muscles likely concealed extraordinary abilities.
“Get up, you silly girl! Don’t block the way!” Zhang Wei barked as he hurried forward to pull the woman aside for Zheng Yifan. This action stirred excitement among the women watching; respect did not always equate to strength, but in this world, it was an almost infallible rule.
Ordinary people earned no respect here; they struggled just to fill their stomachs. Women posed and preened as they emerged from their rooms—each one a star in her own right, possessing charm that rivaled even that of campus beauties.
After two years of navigating this brutal existence, they had honed skills that could barter for food; their seductive prowess had reached an elite level.
The people following Zheng Yifan occasionally reached out to take advantage of the women. The women responded eagerly, even letting out soft moans, not for the sake of those few who looked like beggars, such as Zhang Wei. Their goal was to catch Zheng Yifan's attention; if given a chance, they would undoubtedly climb up to this high branch.
The sight of him turning back with a charming smile was enough to leave Zheng Yifan momentarily captivated.
However, since they were headed to the Beauty Exchange, it was clear that the women here could not compare to those at the Beauty Exchange; the difference was like heaven and earth.
Breaking free from their grasp, Zhang Wei and the others understood Zheng Yifan's attitude and instinctively formed a protective circle around him, preventing those infatuated women from getting close.
Two hundred meters wasn't too far, yet even those buzzing admirers couldn't hinder Zheng Yifan; in fact, they had no way to stop him at all.
Inside the Telecom Building, each floor had its own rules. You could attract customers at the entrance, but you couldn't harass or follow them; retaining someone could only rely on one's charm.
The women behind sighed in disappointment while those in front still clung to a glimmer of hope—one in a hundred, no! One in a thousand—that they might keep this powerful man with them.
Even if it were just a fleeting romance, it would deter those drunken fools from bothering them again. Who knew if that fleeting encounter might lead the powerful man to genuinely develop feelings?
The corridor was narrow, lined with slender passageways. On either side were pink-themed shops, particularly those selling special items that thrived in business. The unique goods prevalent in this post-apocalyptic world were quite popular on this street; most women spent their precious rations on just a few items, hoping to showcase their charm in front of customers and truly hook a wealthy patron.
Behind them were not just one or two but dozens of people heading in the same direction. The women's flirtatious poses made Zheng Yifan truly feel the desolation of this apocalyptic world.
Most men lacked the delicate features typical of fellows from the post-apocalypse; instead, they were muscular and exuded strength.
Even if someone appeared emaciated or had a belly that could fold into three parts, they still managed to present themselves as robust men.
Survival of the fittest ruled here; without competitive potential, one would perish within two years and certainly wouldn't be alive today.
And what about those women? Were they truly living well? The difference between life before and after the apocalypse was like night and day.
These women should enjoy the feeling of being pursued, should trample on the attentions of those Chads, reveling in endless glory and admiration.
Once revered as goddesses, what are they now? The Chads of the post-apocalypse can casually offer a few rations to spend a night with them; with a few more rations, staying here for a while is no problem at all.
Everything has become so starkly real—only survival and death matter, with no room for goddesses or gods. The robust beauty has gradually replaced the flashy youths of the post-apocalypse, who sported colorful hair and were adorned with piercings.
"Zhang Wei, what is your currency here? How do transactions work?" Zheng Yifan asked as he walked, inquiring about the currency situation.
Although he had plenty of good items in his storage space, he couldn't just pull them out whenever he wanted; that would cause problems. If he needed to spend money later, it would be a headache.
"We use food as our basic currency here in the Telecom Building. If you don't have food, you can trade with Zombie Crystal s from Zombie brains—ten Zombie Crystal s for one pound of food," Zhang Wei explained the currency rates in the Telecom Building.
To be honest, Zheng Yifan felt a pang of regret. He would prefer to use food as currency, but carrying hundreds of pounds of food around was impractical and would draw attention. He could only rely on the remaining Zombie Crystal s after his advancement.
The total amount didn't exceed twenty thousand crystals; this was just leftover change from his advancement. Zheng Yifan took a few hundred crystals from his storage space and stuffed them into his pockets and against his chest.
The sight of him shaking the Zombie Crystal s drew more attention from those nearby, some even drooling at the sight. That bag of Zombie Crystal s clearly contained a significant quantity; hundreds were nothing to scoff at. Some greedy individuals had already begun to set their sights on Zheng Yifan.
Behind him, Zhang Wei and his companions were not particularly strong-looking, especially in their tattered clothes. It was obvious they had just qualified to enter from below.
The little bit of food they had was likely their haul from outside, which gave an idea of their older brother's strength.
Those who hung out on the eleventh floor knew that the rules here were controlled by a gang of thugs who dominated the entire floor. These individuals engaged in all sorts of scams and even theft.
However, they never stole from the strong and maintained a certain restraint, never pushing anyone to desperation; that’s how they managed to survive.
Now, they had set their sights on Zheng Yifan. A dozen or so people hid within the crowd, slowly sizing him up while their eyes gleamed at the sight of the Zombie Crystal s in his pockets.
The Zombie Crystal, its exact purpose remains a mystery to everyone. However, it has already stirred up quite a commotion in other Gathering Places, with some individuals secretly hoarding this resource, believing it must have some significance.
Although a few hundred Zombie Crystal s may not seem like much, it is indeed a considerable amount. Despite the numerous Zombies they have taken down, the actual harvest has been minimal. Most of the Zombie Crystal s have been claimed by the leaders of the Gathering Places, who set the exchange rates. The common folk only know that Zombie Crystal s are likely valuable, but they have no idea how to utilize them.
The turning point came this morning.
It was news powerful enough to send shockwaves through a city with just over a million residents. The information spread rapidly, from one person to ten, then to a hundred. It wouldn't be long before the price of Zombie Crystal s skyrocketed, making them one of the few strategic resources available.
All of this originated from a Superpowered Individual atop a nearby building. He had successfully activated a rather unique Superpower known as Formation Master, which allowed him to set up formations on objects or buildings. This power could reinforce walls and sharpen weapons; even ordinary people could don armor inscribed with these formations and gain formidable defensive capabilities. Rumors even suggested that he could make firearms functional again.
Naturally, the price of Zombie Crystal s soared, surpassing the exchange rate of one crystal for a pound of food.
Now acquiring those Zombie Crystal s would mean trading hundreds of pounds of food. Moreover, their leader was an expert in thievery. Once he had his sights set on something, it was nearly impossible not to obtain it.
Currently, their leader had focused on that Fellow, and success was all but guaranteed because their leader was a Superpowered Individual—one particularly adept at stealing.
In ancient times, there was a saying about someone as agile as a flea on a drum, their movements elusive and unpredictable. Their leader was known as Shadow Hand Du Ba; no one had ever witnessed him in action. By the time he left, his target would only realize their belongings were missing.
Today marked another opportunity for their leader to showcase his extraordinary Superpower.
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