“In the Apocalypse, I Only Make Contracts with Super-Hot Male Gods” - Chapter 3

“Roar!!”

A zombie suddenly lunged out from around the corner, but Jiang Changyi didn’t panic at all.

Whenever he approached a corner or anywhere with a blind spot, he always heightened his vigilance.

So when the zombie charged, Jiang Changyi immediately took a step back, then swung his bat hard, landing a solid blow right on its head.

“Pfft…”

The zombie’s temple burst open with a sickening crack, and it collapsed heavily to the ground, black-red bl00d seeping across the floor.

Jiang Changyi took a deep breath, showing that he wasn’t as calm inside as he looked on the outside.

The feeling of killing a zombie on screen versus killing one with his own hands was completely different.

After all, zombies still looked human. Killing them didn’t weigh on his conscience, but it still made him uncomfortable—an instinctive repulsion buried deep in human genes.

“Whew… their movements aren’t much faster than normal people’s, actually kind of stiff.”

Jiang Changyi muttered to himself, analyzing the zombie’s traits to distract his mind. At the same time, he noticed that a corpse lying not far away was slowly crawling back up.

“Tch, so being bitten really does turn you into a zombie.”

That meant survival odds just dropped again.

Jiang Changyi stepped onto the man’s chest, pinning him down no matter how he struggled.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Three strikes to send you on your way!

After helping this “little lifeform” reincarnate into another world, Jiang Changyi immediately hurried toward the cafeteria.

Along the way, he saw countless severed limbs and corpses, bl00d splattered everywhere. Some people even called out to him for help.

“Hey, classmate! Please save us!”

“Please, we’re begging you! Help us!”

A group of them were holed up in a classroom with no monsters inside. Spotting Jiang Changyi riding his scooter from the window, they began shouting for rescue.

But how could Jiang Changyi possibly run all the way up there to save them?

Forget that there were so many of them—just grabbing chairs as weapons, they could easily fight their way out. Not to mention the fact that these idiots were yelling so loudly.

Did they not realize shouting like that would attract monsters?

Then what’s the point of hiding?

Just waiting for others to risk their lives to save you?

…And why should I?

He had already reminded them in the broadcast: pick up a weapon and fight back. These monsters weren’t invincible. But they hadn’t listened at all.

With a cold sneer on his lips, Jiang Changyi rode away on his scooter without a second thought.

Seeing him actually leave, the group even cursed at him:

“Damn you! You’re just gonna leave like that?!”

“Do you have no compassion?! How can you stand by and watch us die?! Are you even human?!”

But soon enough, their shouting really did attract monsters. The classroom door banged and rattled, then broke open. Ear-piercing screams echoed out almost instantly.

Survival of the fittest—that’s the first law of the apocalypse.

Jiang Changyi’s face remained expressionless.

Even if he saved these fools once, in the apocalypse they’d still find thousands more ways to get themselves killed.

Dying now might actually be a blessing—it meant they wouldn’t drag others down in the future.

Good! Without even trying, I’ve just done another good deed!

Jiang Changyi chuckled softly, twisted the throttle, and sped up.

Since the outbreak hadn’t happened during mealtime, the cafeteria wasn’t very crowded. Even the staff were probably off on their lunch break.

So there shouldn’t be too many monsters here. But judging from the human and monster corpses scattered nearby, survivors had already fought their way here.

That meant—someone had listened to his broadcast and come to the cafeteria first.

Jiang Changyi let out a breath of relief. Where there were idiots, there were also reasonable people. His efforts hadn’t gone to waste after all.

He’d been worried that too few would heed his advice, leaving barely any survivors. That would make the road ahead far more troublesome.

Yes—the road ahead. Jiang Changyi had already started thinking of the apocalypse as a thrilling new journey.

Survival of the fittest, bloodier and crueler than ever before—this was an era where he could live freely, unrestrained.

He hadn’t forgotten the scorn and slander from relatives, nor the ridicule and bullying from peers directed at him and his sister.

Just because his mother was divorced, they thought they could bully them?

What had his mother done wrong? She was simply a woman brave enough to challenge injustice—yet everyone treated her as cheap and shameful.

Why should a woman divorced from a scumbag be looked down on by everyone?

From childhood to now, Jiang Changyi had long grown sick of being ostracized by such twisted excuses for “humans.”

“Heh…”

Now that the apocalypse had come, with life and death decided purely by personal strength, anyone who dared treat his family that way again—he’d show them true cruelty.

At the cafeteria entrance, people were still fighting monsters. It was clear a defense force was already forming. The other cafeteria gates had all been shut, and there were probably quite a few people inside.

The defenders were a bit surprised to see someone arriving on an electric scooter—they hadn’t even thought of that option.

Armed with wooden swords, they were likely members of the martial arts club. Judging from the dead monsters nearby, they had done the clearing themselves.

With real weapons and martial arts training, they were indeed valuable fighting power. Brave too—no wonder they had made it here so quickly.

One guy with slicked-back hair smashed open a red-armored bug’s head with his wooden sword, then walked over to Jiang Changyi.

“Classmate, the cafeteria is already secure. You can go straight inside.”

Jiang Changyi recognized him—he was the president of the martial arts club. Jiang had seen him before during club recruitment.

His name was Ma Jianyue. He had a solid build, and back then Jiang Changyi had stared a little too long at the way his white martial robe stretched tight over his chest muscles—an impression he hadn’t forgotten.

Though, to be fair, the guy was a bit of a blockhead. He also loved that greasy slicked-back hairstyle. Still, at his core, he was a kind person.

“Alright, thanks.”

Jiang Changyi nodded politely and went straight in. Of course, he didn’t lower his bat just because Ma Jianyue said it was safe. He stayed cautious as he entered.

Sure enough, there were already quite a lot of people inside—at least a hundred or two.

No sooner had he entered than a group surrounded him. One man at the lead wore gold-rimmed glasses, his face calm and assessing.

This was Zong Qiong, the student council president. Rumor had it he was very capable and clever.

Jiang Changyi remembered him—because in a suit, Zong Qiong gave off an aura that was both seductive and restrained.

Wait, wait, wait… why the hell are you remembering people just by their looks?!