After Turning Into a Girl, I Kept My Girlfriend in the Apocalypse - Chapter 11

By noon, the fog had thinned slightly, and news from the outside world began to trickle in.

Satellite images showed the entire city shrouded in a white blanket, and the fog continued to spread gradually over time.

Neighboring cities had also detected the anomaly and responded actively, deploying various artificial fog-dispersal methods, but none proved effective.

In desperation, people resorted to building firewalls around their cities for a false sense of security. Ironically, some were inadvertently infected and turned into zombies, further accelerating the virus’s spread.

Those with connections had already fled to distant lands, some even escaping to continents across the ocean.

In the residential complex, most of the doomed had already perished. The remaining residents huddled silently in their homes, too afraid to make a sound.

Fortunately, perhaps due to the protagonist’s aura surrounding her, a significant number of people in her building had survived.

The residents’ group chat was buzzing with frantic messages, all demanding to know when the National Guard would arrive and when the fog would dissipate.

Most people, like characters in a movie, optimistically believed the disaster would soon pass.

Meanwhile, the shrewd ones had already begun scheming to acquire supplies from their neighbors.

“Has anyone awakened a special ability, gained a System, or been reborn?” He Ning typed, sending the message.

She couldn’t appear detached from the situation, nor could she seem too capable, lest she draw unwanted attention. Like a toad hopping on someone’s foot—annoying even if it doesn’t bite.

1-202-Chasing the Wind Middle-Aged: “Yeah, is there a reborn master here? I’m willing to give you all my assets and become your lackey!”

3-1203-Mango Crushed Ice: “Is there really a master here? I have a great figure and know how to do makeup. I’m willing to do anything!”

4-607-First of Jingmen: “Master, I’m a martial arts instructor. Just give me the equipment, and I’ll charge ahead for you!”

One comment set off a chain reaction, with those who had resources or skills scrambling to find a powerful backer.

But the only responses were rows of question marks from their neighbors.

1-1203-Golden Years: “Are you all crazy? Still joking around at a time like this?”

2-1304-Chest Hair Strong: “Have you been reading too many novels? That kind of thing doesn’t happen in real life!”

3-801-Little Negative Rich: “Exactly! Even if there were such masters, in the newbie village stage, we’re just fodder for the protagonist to farm experience!”

5-703-Your Grandfather: “The closer you get to the protagonist, the faster you die!”

Soon, their pleas for help were drowned out by the neighbors’ condemnation.

It was a harsh reality: partly disbelief, partly the anxiety of having nothing to offer in exchange, which quickly turned into resentment and anger.

What’s the point of looking for a master? We’ll all die together!

Bang! Bang!

Suddenly, a series of chilling impact sounds echoed through the air.

He Ning crept to the window and cautiously peered outside.

Something strange seemed to be lurking in the fog.

Thud!

A mosquito the size of a fist landed on the glass.

Damn it! Has this thing been enhanced?

She shuddered to think how big the welt would be from a single bite.

Bang!

The dull thud snapped her back to reality. A large bird had pressed itself against the glass.

Its body bristled with over a dozen sharp claws that skittered across the glass as it chased the mosquito, pecking relentlessly until the insect was dead.

Once the mosquito was dead, the grotesque bird spread its wings, revealing two small heads poking out from beneath.

Tch, even in the apocalypse, animal mothers instinctively protect their young. It’s just too…

The chicks’ heads stretched out like snakes until they pressed against the glass, tearing apart the mangled mosquito carcass before retracting.

Disgusting.

Bang!

Mosquitoes, flies, and other unidentifiable mutated insects swarmed against the glass, only to be devoured by the mutated birds.

Each bird was different, but all were grotesque fusions of various animals, as if they had been fused together the moment the poison rain fell.

“Ugh—”

He Ning couldn’t stomach it any longer.

Being able to fight something was one thing; fear and disgust were another.

“System, what exactly are these things?”

Mutated fusion creatures. The lowest-tier infected organisms in the early apocalypse. Due to their small size, agility, and aggressive nature, they serve as ideal intermediate hosts for the virus and can only survive within the Toxic Fog.

This… it was as if the Will of the World, like a fog, had extended its tendrils, seeking to infect as many humans as possible.

“So, the National Guard is completely wiped out? They had equipment and medical facilities. Even if only one in ten survived, they should have been able to turn the tide.”

Yes, you’re right.

“What happened next?”

Several years ago, military forces worldwide began widespread use of the Physical Enhancement Agent. This drug interacts synergistically with the Toxic Fog, accelerating infection rates and producing more powerful infected individuals.

Special Infected?

No, that can’t be right!

The Physical Enhancement Agent, whether in my world or this one, has always been a military-exclusive drug.

Developed five years ago by Anpire Corporation, it’s supposedly an extract from some extraterrestrial organism, with effects that defy all logic.

I thought it was just an arms race, but this is what they were really planning?

By digging such a massive pit, the company intends to use the entire world as a stage for their insane experiments.

The so-called Will of the World is nothing more than a conspiracy orchestrated by the ultra-wealthy.

Suddenly, several black ribbons flashed through the air, instantly sweeping away all the grotesque birds clinging to the glass.

Swish, swish~

A black shadow over a meter long darted across the glass.

“Fatty! What is it this time?”

A few seconds later, another shadow flashed past, but this one didn’t leave. Instead, it lingered at the window.

It resembled a massive, scaleless lizard with skin like rotting human flesh.

After devouring the strange bird, feathers had sprouted across its body.

Sensing the living humans inside, the creature’s abdomen began to pulse rapidly.

A slit slowly opened.

An eye?

No! It was a rotting human face!

The face occasionally flicked out its tongue, sniffing at the canned food inside.

“Wh-what is that thing?”

It’s a chameleon.

“Oh, a chameleon? Ugh—”

Please don’t worry, Host. Your shelter is impenetrable. Mutant creatures cannot breach it. They’re simply following their instincts to hunt.

Yes, even when watching horror movies, knowing the ghosts can’t escape doesn’t stop you from screaming.

He Ning lay on the ground, gasping for breath, an inexplicable terror paralyzing her.

She didn’t snap out of her daze until the sunset alarm rang, prompting her to finally get up.

Congratulations, Host! You have comprehended the skill “Triumphant Summons” within the Abyss. By expending 5 points of mental power, you can summon a large Smoke Flower above, bringing joy to observers.

What the hell kind of cursed skill is this?

A Smoke Flower show? And it drains mental power?

Useless!

He Ning stood up, her legs feeling unsteady. Having eaten only two rice balls all day, her bl00d sugar was dangerously low.

She quickly opened a bottle of Happy Water and chugged it down, instantly feeling revitalized.

“Ahhh~ Happy Water is truly the Apocalypse’s ultimate survival essential! Burp!”

Opening the group chat, she found only thirty-odd messages, the last one posted two hours earlier:

3-1202: “What kind of mosquito is that? It’s huge…”

3-1201: “Holy sh1t! A giant bird just spun into my neighbor’s apartment!”

4-708: “That disgusting bird! Aaaah!”

2-1205: “My neighbor got eaten by a bird too!”

Scrolling through the messages, her heart pounded. If she hadn’t had the Safehouse, she’d be bird droppings by now.

Looks like being too lucky isn’t a good thing either. They’ve been forced to choose an even crueler form of sacrifice.

As dusk fell, the Mutant Creatures gradually retreated.

The group chat slowly came alive again, filled with messages of encouragement.

The Little Negative Rich from the Eighth Floor was still alive and posted a message: “So terrifying! [Video]”

The video was a clip from a livestream, faithfully recording a user’s final moments.

A rotting chameleon had invaded her home. The woman initially screamed hysterically, but her terror soon turned to rage.

She grabbed a watermelon knife and cleanly severed the lizard’s tongue. But.

Two new tongues rapidly sprouted from the severed stump, coiled around her, and swallowed her whole.

The chameleon then grew significantly larger, its skin becoming smooth and glossy, and a human face materialized on its back.

It was truly grotesque.

I just wish the White Mist would dissipate sooner.

In this sanity-draining apocalypse, perhaps petting Lulu would offer some relief.

As the incense’s effects wore off, Bai Lu finally returned to normal.

Recalling her earlier behavior, she wanted nothing more than to bash her head against the wall.

Yet she still clung to the belief that someone would come to rescue her.

Full of anticipation, He Ning gently pushed open the door and peeked half her head inside.

Bai Lu was facing the door, sitting on the floor with her knees drawn up to her chest.

“Xiao Lu, are you hungry?”

Bai Lu glanced at her and stood up in a huff, leaning against the iron frame.

Bai Lu’s escape value +30

That’s more like it, He Ning thought. Her heart rebels, but her body betrays her. That untamed spirit is what makes her so adorable.

“What’s this? You don’t want freedom anymore? Afraid of losing control?”

He Ning wrapped her arms around Bai Lu’s smooth waist, her mood brightening considerably.

“Don’t worry, I’ll help you break free this time. Hmmm~”

Still whispering in her ear, still eliciting that electric, adorable reaction.

“Don’t… don’t do that. I won’t… I won’t submit.”

Her voice wavered, betraying her lack of confidence. Recalling the previous night’s events, her cheeks burned fiercely.

“I know tightening the chains can’t bind your heart. A strong little deer like you won’t be easily swayed by external forces. But I’m doing this just to make myself happy, you know~”

“You…”

“Humans spend 99% of their lives doing meaningless things. Just look at you now—you still smell like a succubus~”

Bai Lu let out an adorable giggle.

“Tsk, tsk, truly intoxicating! Such potent magnetic pheromones? Even I, a woman, am captivated.”