“In the Apocalypse, I Only Make Contracts with Super-Hot Male Gods” - Chapter 5

At this moment, golden, streamlined lines still faintly glowed on Chen Yonglong’s body. His clothes were soaked with sweat, and beads of it trickled down his sun-darkened face. From head to toe, he radiated an aura that was both mysterious and powerful.

But before he even caught his breath, he was bombarded with questions from all directions.

“What do you mean by awakening? What are you talking about?”

“Did you awaken superpowers? Are there really Awakeners in the apocalypse?!”

“How did you awaken? What does it feel like?”

Zong Qiong, however, remained calm. He asked a nearby girl to fetch water for Chen Yonglong and reminded the students guarding the entrance to keep watch.

“Everyone, don’t rush. We have time. Once we’ve sorted out the information, I’ll announce it to everyone.”

Zong Qiong’s credibility was strong, and the others obeyed, returning to their places. He delegated the bite-checking task to someone else and then took Chen Yonglong aside to ask questions.

Jiang Changyi, who had been sitting nearby planning to eavesdrop, suddenly felt his whole body heat up. A strange current surged through him, as if some unknown energy was reshaping him.

“Fated youth…”

“Accept my legacy—awaken!”

“I am the Contract Master—Kiran!”

An old man’s voice echoed in Jiang Changyi’s mind. The heat dissipated, leaving behind strange new memories imprinted in his consciousness.

Contract… Master?

From these memories, he learned that this was a profession even more advanced than a Summoner. Not only could a Contract Master form bonds with creatures from other dimensions, but they could also forge contracts with other humans. It was a remarkably powerful ability.

As for the zombies and insectoid monsters that had appeared—his new memories hinted at their origins. They were lifeforms from another world, emerging here because their dimension had fused with this one.

“Hoo…”

Exhaling, Jiang Changyi calmed himself and looked toward Chen Yonglong, who was still speaking with Zong Qiong. He now understood what Chen meant by “awakening.”

Sure enough, what Chen told Zong Qiong matched almost exactly with what Jiang had learned. He also overheard that Chen’s awakened class was Berserker.

Earlier, Jiang had been worried about humanity’s survival after learning that modern firearms had been rendered useless and terrifying insectoid monsters roamed the world. But the emergence of Awakeners gave people newfound hope of resistance.

Even he himself had awakened—and as a rare Contract Master, no less.

Still, Jiang kept quiet.

As the saying goes: “The greater the power, the heavier the burden.” But Jiang had no intention of standing at the front lines to protect a bunch of college students. His ability didn’t even enhance himself directly—it was more about commanding others to fight for him.

Given that, there was no way he would reveal his identity.

The back row belongs to those with the back-row mindset: survive first, grow in the shadows!

After listening for a while longer, Jiang went upstairs to rest. Yet just as he sat down, Chen Yonglong followed and took a seat right beside him.

Jiang fell silent. Was this guy here to cause trouble because of that scolding at the east gate earlier?

But then Chen suddenly introduced himself.

“Chen Yonglong.”

The dark-skinned, cropped-haired athlete with a solid build reached out his hand. His sharp brows lifted slightly as he flashed Jiang a smile.

“At the east gate earlier, we were in the wrong. Thanks for warning us.”

Sometimes a person’s charm just can’t be explained. This musclebound guy’s simple smile and handshake radiated such sincerity that it was hard to refuse.

Jiang forcefully suppressed the giddy flutter in his chest to keep himself from grinning like an idiot. He kept his face stiff as he shook Chen’s hand. “It’s fine. How’s your friend?”

Chen had returned to normal by now, and hearing Jiang’s question, his expression turned heavy again. “I found him an empty classroom to stay in, but I don’t know how he’s doing now.”

Something about Chen’s loyalty to his friend stirred Jiang. Against his better judgment, he felt the urge to help.

It was absolutely not because the guy was a handsome, dark-skinned, cropped-haired athlete!

Jiang was not the kind of shameless person who couldn’t stand seeing a handsome man look sad!

He was simply… curious. Yes, curious about whether being bitten by a zombie always led to turning, and how long it would take.

That was all!

“Ahem. Your friend’s wound looked pretty deep. Did you disinfect it?” Jiang asked.

“Disinfect?”

Chen, the straightforward jock, clearly hadn’t thought that far. Only when Jiang mentioned it did he realize.

“Then… what should I do?”

Seeing Chen’s clueless, earnest face made Jiang’s lips twitch. “The school infirmary should have iodine and bandages. We can go there. And we might as well stock up on extra medicine while we’re at it.”

“Together…?” Chen’s eyes lit up with surprise. “You’d come with me?”

Jiang caught the happiness in Chen’s face but stayed composed. Kindness often led to moral coercion, and he wasn’t about to let himself be dragged along by that.

“It’s not just for you. The world’s already like this—hoarding medicine means fewer problems later if we get sick.”

Chen nodded. “That’s true.”

But he still felt Jiang was genuinely kind. So he added, “When the time comes, you stay behind me. I’m already an Awakener. If we run into monsters, I’ll protect you.”

Heaven above, Jiang couldn’t help but feel this big jock gave off the vibe of an innocent sweetheart—volunteering to fight monsters head-on like that.

But honestly, Chen wasn’t wrong. As an open Awakener and a melee-focused Berserker at that, he should be on the front lines.

As the two prepared to leave, they heard a commotion at the entrance.

“I’m the Dean of Students! There are monsters outside—let me in!”

“How dare you students act like this? You’ve completely lost respect for your elders!”

“All these years of education, and you still don’t understand the principle of respecting your teachers?!”

The sheer fatherly condescension in that voice was overwhelming. Jiang rolled his eyes so hard it hurt.

This is the guy who’s supposed to be the Dean?

Scolding students at the very shelter they fought to secure? What a joke. All those years of experience and age might as well have been lived by a dog.