After Turning Into a Girl, I Kept My Girlfriend in the Apocalypse - Chapter 17
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“Ah, finally alive again!”
He Ning soaked in the hot bath, savoring a high-end steak she’d redeemed from the Mall.
“Fifty yuan for a steak? What a steal!”
Compared to her own exorbitant prices, the System was practically a saint in the industry.
Instant noodles cost 100 yuan per pack, apples 200 yuan each, beer 300 yuan per bottle, meat 500 yuan per pound, and miscellaneous items were generally 100 yuan per unit.
But what choice did she have? If the System recycled items, it would only pay the base price. Exchanging them directly for cash was far more profitable.
Her neighbors must realize money is worthless now. She’s trading supplies for worthless paper—she’s practically an angel!
If they complain or try to get things for free, she can reason with them. After all, logic is a path, and magic is a law.
But… what if she waited until all the supplies were sold, then lured the zombies here? Once everyone’s dead, she could retrieve the supplies, level up her skills, and sell them again!
No, no, no! That’s too crazy!
He Ning dismissed the insane idea.
Even in the End Times, she couldn’t become a complete monster. She needed to at least pretend to be human first.
“Ah, if only I could take a bath with Xiao Lu~”
Imagining Bai Lu, who would soon be utterly submissive and obedient to her, He Ning couldn’t help but smile.
Your convenience store has garnered significant attention. Door 1002 has been reinforced, greatly reducing consumer hostility towards you.
She hadn’t brought her phone into the bath, so the commotion must have been caused by her neighbors.
Seriously? I sell you food, and you still dare to be hostile towards me?
He Ning leaped out of the bathtub, leaving a trail of wet footprints as she hurried to the living room.
As expected, the group chat was in chaos.
Before leaving, she had posted a photo of her supplies. It didn’t take long for her neighbors, who had little to no reserves, to descend into a frenzy.
Countless people tagged her, and dozens of private messages flooded in, all asking how she had obtained the supplies and whether she was some kind of big shot.
After all, just yesterday she had been pitifully begging for food, trading her stockings for two packs of instant noodles. Anyone would be suspicious.
She gave only vague and evasive answers.
3-1002-Lu Qingqing: “Our door was broken down today, but luckily a big shot saved us! He cleared out all the zombies in our entire building!”
“Holy sh1t, a hero saving a damsel in distress! Little sis, if you stick with him, you’ll be set for life!”
“Why not me? I’m just as good-looking!”
“So, you’re hoarding all the resources in the unit? Why aren’t you sharing with us?”
Share with you?
This is what I risked my life to earn! Looks like you’re itching for a close encounter with my zombie friends.
3-1002-Lu Qingqing: “That powerful figure instructed me to do this. I can share the supplies, but you’ll need to trade for them with money or valuables. What are your plans?”
Hearing that the order came from the big boss, they dared not protest further. After all, he was the ruthless guy who wiped out all the zombies on the first floor!
Humming~ humming~
He Ning sat on the sofa, humming a little tune as she leisurely painted her delicate toes with black nail polish.
The thought of getting rich sent her into a frenzy of excitement.
“System, I’m here to shop!”
Sure enough, the top of the Mall was stocked with new goodies:
Rainwater Collector: 8,000 Gold Coins Surveillance Group: 5,000 Gold Coins Teleportation Array: 10,000 Gold Coins
The Water Purifier needs no further explanation. The Surveillance Group could install two cameras on each floor of the three-unit building, with live feeds accessible on TVs, phones, or even directly in one’s mind—a powerful tool for maintaining control.
As for the Teleportation Array, it seemed to be a magical artifact. Regardless of distance, it could instantly transport the user back home, along with all their supplies or even two living people—a divine-tier “return home” tool.
He Ning bought them all, feeling increasingly hopeful about the future.
She also purchased 1,000 bento boxes, 2,000 rice balls, 1,000 bottles of Happy Water, and 500 boxes of chocolate. These items would sell well anywhere.
In addition to these, the Mall offered transportation options: a motorcycle for 5,000 Gold Coins, an armored vehicle for 100,000 Gold Coins, and even an Armored RV for 150,000 Gold Coins.
Given the overlapping functions, she immediately chose the RV—the ultimate survival tool for escaping danger.
Her remaining balance was now around 130,000 Gold Coins.
You have purchased the Armored RV. Please select a suitable deployment location.
Deployment? Inside the house?
A white holographic projection of the RV appeared in He Ning’s hand.
No way…
An ominous premonition washed over her.
The RV was deployed onto the living room cabinet, its virtual image rapidly materializing into a physical object—a twenty-centimeter-long miniature model.
Simultaneously, a mission box appeared in the center of her vision:
Tires (0/8)
Batteries (0/10)
Engines (0/4)
Transmissions (0/2)
Steel (0/5 tons)
Gasoline (0/10 barrels)
Here it is—the Apocalyptic Scavenger Vehicle, a staple of survival games in the End Times.
So, all my 150,000 yuan bought me was a blueprint?
And this model can’t even be carried after deployment? Does the Dog System expect a little girl like me to haul all this stuff home?
“Seriously? Are you messing with me?”
Host, this RV can traverse large obstacles, climb, dive, be remotely operated, and supports custom modifications.
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It is completely resistant to attacks from toxic gases, chemical weapons, and biological weapons, and can even withstand the central blast of a high-yield nuclear bomb.
“I admit my voice was a bit loud just now.”
This was practically cheating! The System had even accounted for how to survive a nuclear blast.
It’s too good, I’m gonna cry.
Moreover, while gasoline was unlimitedly available in the Mall, other resources might appear in the daily refresh, though the probability was extremely low.
“It’s time to start working hard!”
Next, he needed to squeeze Xiao Lu dry. After all, she was his most important source of rewards.
“Xiao Lu? Did you miss me?”
In the second bedroom, Bai Lu sat on the floor, cradling a half-eaten rice ball in her hands, silently weeping.
Bathed in the cold glint of the iron chains, she resembled an angel slowly decaying.
Though they had only been apart for a dozen hours, she couldn’t shake the irrational fear that He Ning would never return.
“Aww, what’s wrong, baby? Don’t cry~”
He Ning gently hugged her, at a loss for what to do. This wasn’t like teasing her until she cried; she had no idea how to properly comfort a girl.
Bai Lu is feeling anxious due to your absence.
“Phew~”
The soft breath near her ear sent shivers down her spine every time.
“Xiao Lu, do you want to eat first, or have some fun first?”
Bai Lu remembered the promise she had made before He Ning left, and her nerves twisted into knots.
After a 2.5-second pause, she forced out a polite smile. “I… I want… to have fun…”
That expression—a mix of resistance and forced compliance, of reluctant submission—was utterly captivating!
Perhaps even she didn’t realize it, but her smile was slightly twisted, filled with longing and madness.
“Alright, let’s eat first. Did you think I’d die out there? You’ve been saving half your rice ball all this time?”
Unexpectedly, Bai Lu nodded vigorously, her hot tears splashing onto He Ning’s skin, stinging slightly.
I haven’t revealed anything, have I? Could we already be telepathically connected?
He Ning wanted to comfort her with something delicious, but she couldn’t let a moment of weakness ruin her carefully laid plans. She handed Bai Lu an ordinary bento box.
“Here, have a piece of pork belly first~ Ah—”
“Um…”
Bai Lu cupped her cheeks, her eyes seeming glazed over as she blurted out:
“Master… can you… feed me?”
Her voice trembled with hesitation, yet her longing was unmistakable.
It seems she can no longer distinguish between what she likes and what she hates.
“Hmm? Aren’t I already feeding you? Oh~ So this is the kind of little deer you are!”
Bai Lu’s Favorability +8
Current Favorability: 40. She has developed a dependency on you.
Reward: 5,000 Gold Coins
Learned Skill: Submissive Demonic Voice
Submissive Demonic Voice: Infuses your words with special demonic magic. Those weaker than you or with wavering wills will unconditionally obey your commands.
Single-target cast: 20 mental power per phrase.
Group cast: 200 mental power per phrase.
This skill was unnecessary for Xiao Lu, but it’s always good to be prepared.
For now, there was no one stronger than him. If he encountered someone causing trouble and didn’t have time to stop them, this would be a useful countermeasure.
“Have you finished everything? Are you full?”
“Mmm-hmm! Thank you, Master!”
Bai Lu was unusually enthusiastic today.
“Look how hungry you were! Don’t be like a hamster. Just eat what I give you properly, okay?”
“Mmm-hmm!”
“What’s with the ‘mmm-hmm’? You need to answer properly.”
“Yes, Master! Xiao Lu wants water!”
Alright, now she’s really acting like a domesticated pet.
There was still more than half a bottle of water left under the rack. Not wanting to waste it, He Ning picked it up.
“You’ve only drunk one and a half bottles all day? You’ll get dehydrated!”
Bai Lu froze completely, like a child caught stealing a toy by their parents.
“I, I, I don’t want any water!”
As if she had summoned every ounce of courage in her life, her body began to tremble uncontrollably.
Her expression was too obvious; she couldn’t hide anything.
He Ning immediately understood. She twisted open the bottle cap and was immediately hit with a strange odor.
“Oh, you don’t want it? I’ll drink it then.”
Bai Lu felt a suffocating wave of helplessness. I’m going to die!
“No! Master, I’ll drink it!”
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