“In the Apocalypse, I Only Make Contracts with Super-Hot Male Gods” - Chapter 4

Ahem… back to the story.

Zong Qiong, wearing that cold face that somehow still made people burn with heat, said to Jiang Changyi:

“Classmate, for safety’s sake, please let us check whether you’ve been bitten by zombies.”

His voice was low—not that greasy kind of low that makes you want to puke out your dinner, but the kind that made you marvel, like it belonged to a whole different dimension.

Jiang Changyi couldn’t help but recall the first time he heard Zong Qiong speaking over the broadcast—his whole body had broken out in goosebumps, utterly stunned.

And when he saw Zong Qiong’s aristocratic face for the first time, he almost wanted to salute.

“Classmate, are you alright? Can you hear me?” Zong Qiong raised his voice, while the boys around him tensed, thinking Jiang Changyi was already infected and slipping into delirium.

“Ahem, I can hear you, I can hear you. Sorry, go ahead and check.” Jiang Changyi didn’t bother insisting he hadn’t been bitten. Words meant nothing until they confirmed it with their own eyes.

“Lift your shirt.”

“Turn around.”

“Pant legs. Turn around.”

“Alright, thank you for cooperating.”

Zong Qiong let out a small sigh of relief and told him, “Follow this girl to collect food and water, then you can go rest upstairs on the second floor.”

“Alright.”

Jiang Changyi nodded, but inside he was shocked.

This Zong Qiong… had adapted to the apocalypse this quickly?

Sure, organizing people to maintain order here could still be credited to his position as student council president and the authority that came with it.

But realizing so quickly that the cafeteria’s supplies needed to be preserved and rationed—that showed he had already grasped that the world had changed completely!

In a collapsed world, money was nothing but scrap paper. No one could uphold its value, let alone buy things with it.

Jiang Changyi had seen plenty of self-righteous characters in doomsday novels, insisting on leaving money behind when looting abandoned stores—what nonsense! The owner might already be dead, and even if they weren’t, who would want worthless paper in exchange for food?

The fact that Zong Qiong had adapted to doomsday logic so quickly was actually a good thing. With someone that clever as a leader, Jiang Changyi wouldn’t have to deal with the endless hassles of running a survivor base himself.

He could relax, stay low-key, and just take care of his mother and sister.

After collecting his rations, Jiang Changyi went upstairs to rest.

He had already planned it out: the food at home could last his mother and sister three days. Within the next two, he’d help clear out the monsters on campus—then he’d bring them over.

While thinking, he pulled out his phone.

Before leaving the dorm, he had wisely put it on silent. Now, when he checked, he saw several missed calls and unread messages—all from Wu Wanqiu and Jiang Changsi.

“Brother, there are so many monsters outside! Are you still safe at school?”

“Changyi, don’t worry about me and Sisi. I’ve locked the door. Be careful out there, don’t rush to save us.”

Every word dripped with concern for him. His chest tightened a little. Seeing the phone still had service, he quickly texted back to reassure them, then used the remaining battery to browse news and posts.

[Dragon Country’s First Security Bureau: Citizens, please lock doors and wait for rescue!]

The announcement was short, but the urgency was clear.

Meanwhile, social media was exploding with countless videos and posts—raw, chaotic, horrifying.

Probably because the big media companies were in chaos too, no one was bothering to censor the flood of content.

From these, Jiang Changyi gleaned some crucial information.

First: The monsters weren’t just zombies and Red-Shell Beetles. There were giant dragonflies the size of locomotives, venomous spiders with bodies as big as millstones, and iron-armored centipedes as long as subway trains.

Compared to these, the Red-Shell Beetles were nothing but small fry.

Jiang Changyi’s excitement at the apocalypse instantly dimmed. With such terrifying creatures roaming about, could humanity really survive?

Thankfully, these larger insect monsters weren’t yet widespread. But with humans serving as an abundant food source, who knew if their numbers would explode later?

What about firearms?

Jiang Changyi frowned. With modern weapons—guns, fighter jets, heavy firepower—shouldn’t these monsters be easily shredded?

Then, in one video shot from a high-rise, he spotted the problem.

A fully armed special ops team aimed their guns at a monster… but the weapons didn’t fire. Not even a click. Even the grenades they threw didn’t explode.

“What the hell?”

Where had this ‘hot weapons disabled’ debuff come from?

It made no sense—then again, neither did zombies or insect monsters.

Unwilling as he was, Jiang Changyi had to accept this cruel fact: humanity’s proudest weapons had been reduced to scrap metal.

Just then, a commotion broke out outside the cafeteria. Jiang Changyi rushed to the window to look.

A tall, muscular, dark-skinned man was sprinting over—followed by a horde of zombies.

When Jiang Changyi got downstairs, he saw glowing golden lines pulsing across the man’s dark skin, and even his pupils had turned faintly gold.

He recognized him—it was the athletic student who had been arguing with the pockmarked guy at the east gate!

Chen Yonglong.

He charged into the cafeteria, snatched a wooden sword from a martial arts club member, and spun around to slash at the zombies.

“What are you standing there for? Kill them!”

Panting heavily, chest muscles heaving, those faintly golden eyes glared at everyone.

Snapped out of their daze, the others joined in, hacking away until the entrance was cleared.

The black-skinned jock was a beast—athletes really were built differently.

Jiang Changyi sighed in awe as the last zombie fell.

But when Chen Yonglong entered, the others quickly surrounded him, faces wary. His appearance was… not exactly normal.

Zong Qiong got straight to the point:

“Were you bitten by a zombie?”

“No.” Chen Yonglong wasn’t annoyed at being surrounded. His rumbling voice delivered a bombshell that made everyone’s jaws drop—

“I awakened.”