“In the Apocalypse, I Only Make Contracts with Super-Hot Male Gods” - Chapter 2

After repeating the broadcast once more, Jiang Changyi finally switched off the microphone.

He had his own reasons for doing so.

First, before the zombies and insectoids started multiplying explosively, sealing off the university was the safest choice.

After all, every university had fences and walls—some even had moats—which could effectively block zombies and insectoids from getting inside.

Second, right now no one knew how severe this apocalyptic crisis would get, or how it would develop in the future. Surviving alone was impossible—no matter how strong Jiang Changyi was, he couldn’t protect just himself and the mother-and-daughter pair forever.

Universities were full of young people, and they had at least some education and discipline. They would undoubtedly become the backbone of effective strength in the apocalypse.

If he could ensure the survival rate of these college students, it would make the hardships of survival in the end times much easier.

After all, the elderly, the weak, the sick, and the disabled were the hardest to keep alive in the apocalypse, and they contributed very little. Young people could do hard labor, and they could also provide professional knowledge. If they all died for nothing, what a waste that would be.

At this moment, the students of West River University had no idea that Jiang Changyi already considered them livestock for the apocalypse. Some who had heard the broadcast even went to shut the gates.

Of course, Jiang Changyi wasn’t idle either. Holding his bat, he walked out of the broadcast room and happened to notice a set of keys lying next to a corpse on the ground.

Seeing that they were electric scooter keys, Jiang Changyi picked them up.

“Sorry, but this belongs to me now.”

With a faint smile, he went downstairs, pressed the button, found the scooter that beeped, and then rode it straight toward the nearest east gate.

Having transportation was convenient—not only did it save physical strength, but it also made it harder for monsters to catch up.

When he saw that the east gate hadn’t been shut yet, Jiang Changyi stopped the scooter, closed the gate, then turned toward the west and south gates.

Finding that both of those gates had already been shut, he had basically circled the whole campus and gained a rough estimate of how many monsters were around.

If the students weren’t too stupid, at least two-thirds of them should survive—which was a pretty good number.

Now only the east gate remained. Jiang Changyi rode the scooter straight toward it.

Even before he arrived, he saw from afar that a group of people were gathered there. The gate was still wide open, and it looked like they were in the middle of a heated argument.

“He’s already been bitten by a zombie, why the hell are we keeping him inside the school? Kick him out and shut the gate!”

“You bastard! Do you even have a conscience?! If Old Wang hadn’t lent you money for your girlfriend’s abortion, you think you, Tom, would’ve had the means to wipe your own ass? He was only bitten once—it’s not even certain he’ll turn into a zombie! If you kick him out now, aren’t you just sentencing him to death?!”

Two tall, broad-shouldered guys were screaming at each other, faces red and neck veins bulging, looking like they were about to throw punches. Beside them, another boy leaned weakly against the wall, a very obvious bite mark on his arm.

Judging from their outfits and general vibe, they were probably students from the sports department.

But Jiang Changyi was no slouch either—he was well-built, with muscles of his own. Completely ignoring the tense standoff, he rushed straight into the security booth, shut the east gate, and flipped the power switch.

“Hey, hey! What the hell do you think you’re doing, Tom? Who told you to shut the gate?!” the pimply-faced guy shouted, cursing at Jiang Changyi.

Jiang Changyi immediately raised his bat, coldly retorting:
“Are you a pig? Or did you just forget to bring your brain with you when you came out?”

“There are so many classrooms on campus—just lock him up in one that’s empty. Why the hell are you arguing in front of the main gate?”

“Or do you think there aren’t enough monsters in the school and want to lure in a few more? Or maybe you’ve lived too long and want to die faster?”

His words were flawless. Pimply-face was struck speechless, unable to find a comeback. Jiang Changyi didn’t give him the chance either—he simply got back on the scooter and drove off.

Pimply-face glanced coldly at the dark-skinned, buzzcut guy he’d been arguing with and said, “Chen Yonglong, you and Wang Xin can do whatever the hell you want. I, Tom, am done with this.”

Chen Yonglong’s face was grim. He rubbed his short, bristly hair with both hands on his hips. His muscular arms and broad shoulders only made his narrow waist stand out more, giving him an attractive build.

But his expression was full of anger—clearly disgusted by Tom’s cold-blooded selfishness.

Supporting Wang Xin with his arm, Chen Yonglong muttered, “Old Wang… I’ll go find you an empty classroom, okay?”

Pale and weak, Wang Xin gave him a faint look and softly replied, “Alright…”

Jiang Changyi couldn’t care less about these muscle-headed sports jocks. Although the dark-skinned buzzcut guy did have a certain rugged charm and a well-trained physique, the only thing Jiang Changyi cared about was whether the gate was closed.

In the apocalypse, there would be countless cold-blooded, selfish people like that. Of course, there would also be loyal and righteous ones—but safety could never be compromised for their sake.

Reality wasn’t a multiple-choice question with only two answers. There were better solutions available, but they wasted half a day bickering at the gate. If a horde of zombies or insectoids had attacked at that moment, they’d have deserved nothing less than death.

Leaving the east gate behind, Jiang Changyi returned once again to the broadcast station. It was the weekend, so the main building wasn’t very populated. Aside from the corpse and the red-armored bug he’d killed earlier still lying by the door, no new monsters had appeared.

After locking the door again, Jiang Changyi resumed the broadcast.

“Attention students: all campus gates are now sealed. No more zombies or monsters will be able to enter. Please arm yourselves with whatever weapons you can find and fight back. Clear out the monsters inside the school and advance toward the cafeteria!”

“Do not sit around waiting to die! These monsters can be killed. Only by securing our supplies and manpower can we hope to survive this disaster!”

Though he hated to say such a cliché, the truth was that “unity is strength.” Jiang Changyi didn’t want too few survivors left. Otherwise, there wouldn’t even be enough people to form a survivor base.

In the apocalypse, having a survivor base meant you could at least live a little better.

After repeating the broadcast once more, Jiang Changyi prepared to head toward the cafeteria.

If these students had any brains at all, they’d realize he was right. Whether hiding in classrooms or dormitories, within two or three days they’d starve.

And with their weakened bodies, trying to escape by then would be nothing but a fool’s dream. What’s more, with plentiful “human food” to feed on, zombies and insectoids would only grow stronger from hunting people.

If everyone gathered to defend the cafeteria, they could at least hold out until the army came to rescue them.

As for those too cowardly to fight back or too stupid to understand this point? If such idiots died, then so be it.

To put it bluntly—if you die in the apocalypse like that, you’ve got no one to blame but yourself.

Recalling some of the oddball types he’d met before, Jiang Changyi could only sigh: technology really had advanced too quickly—prenatal care had become way too effective.