“In the Apocalypse, I Only Make Contracts with Super-Hot Male Gods” - Chapter 8

He walked over to Chen Yonglong’s side. The dark-skinned, goofy big wolfdog looked so grief-stricken it seemed he might melt away.

“Old Wang, don’t sleep, you gotta hang on!”

Chen Yonglong opened the only bottled water he’d gotten from the cafeteria and fed it to Wang Xin. But Wang Xin’s face was pale, his body limp and powerless.

“Thanks, Long-ge…” His voice was hoarse and dry, weak beyond belief.

It was obvious he wasn’t going to last much longer. Chances were high he would eventually turn into a zombie.

Still, Jiang Changyi didn’t feel any dislike toward Chen Yonglong for giving away his only bottle of water. After all, no one could hate a friend who was loyal to the bone, someone you’d never have to worry about stabbing you in the back.

Even in peaceful times, betrayal among “brothers” was common, so a person like Chen Yonglong was even rarer in the apocalypse.

But Jiang Changyi was curious—what kind of person was Wang Xin, that Chen Yonglong would be so devoted to him?

From his years working at the Black Horse Club, Jiang Changyi could recognize luxury brands at a glance. Though Wang Xin’s clothes looked understated, he still identified the price tag immediately.

That tongue-twisting brand name—just a single piece of clothing could cover several months of Jiang Changyi’s wages.

Well, well. Whose little young master was this?

Could it be that Chen Yonglong valued him only for his money?

But Jiang Changyi quickly dismissed the idea.

No, it didn’t fit. Chen Yonglong was far too simple. He clearly treated Wang Xin as a true brother.

Which meant this wealthy young master must have genuinely good character to win his loyalty.

Watching Chen Yonglong clumsily try to treat the wound without knowing what to do, Jiang Changyi sighed, took the iodine from him, and began to handle it himself.

“Hiss—”

Wang Xin sucked in a sharp breath of pain, his brows twisting tight.

He was actually quite handsome.

Another sports student, clearly well-off, with neatly styled hair—definitely a regular VIP at some high-end salon, the kind who never worried about the weekly cost, only about whether his hair looked perfect.

His face was also clean, skin smooth and fair—rare among athletes.

But right now, he winced and trembled, brows furrowed, low whimpers escaping his lips.

Jiang Changyi muttered inwardly: Seriously… hurt or not, what’s with making such a seductive expression? Trying to tempt someone? Slurp, slurp…

Wait—who’s swallowing saliva and flicking their tongue?

Don’t you see the guy’s injured? No manners at all!

Once he’d bandaged the wound, Jiang Changyi turned to Chen Yonglong. “Relax. It’s taken care of. We should head back.”

“Alright.”

“Old Wang, you’ve got to hold on. I’ll come back to see you again!” Chen Yonglong said anxiously, giving him one last look before leaving with Jiang Changyi.

Wang Xin’s gaze lingered on the tightly shut doors and windows, before he collapsed weakly onto the table.

“Hah…”

Jiang Changyi looked up at Chen Yonglong and noticed a shimmer of tears in the big brute’s eyes.

He couldn’t help asking, “Why do you care about him so much?”

Chen Yonglong wiped at his eyes and replied as if it were the most natural thing in the world: “He’s my brother. And… he was the one who blocked the zombie for me. Otherwise, I’d be the one in his place right now.”

His voice grew hoarse. “I’m not being dramatic. I really wish it had been me instead.”

Jiang Changyi wasn’t used to such sentimental moments. Not knowing how to comfort him, he simply said: “Everyone has their fate. None of us know if we’ll survive tomorrow.”

“Mm.”

The two of them regrouped with the other three. “Let’s go.”

The five once again set out for the cafeteria.

By now, maybe because more survivors had escaped, more and more monster corpses littered the roads.

When they finally neared the cafeteria, they found it completely surrounded by zombies. Members of the martial arts club were struggling desperately to hold the line.

On the second floor, people were dropping heavy objects onto the zombies’ heads, slowly building up barricades.

For now, though the situation was dangerous, it wasn’t yet critical. As long as they fought steadily without panicking, they’d be alright.

“Roar!!”

Chen Yonglong let out a growl. Golden lines once again spread across his body, his aura flaring upward as he charged forward with his wooden sword.

In his berserker state, his strength had skyrocketed. Zombie skulls shattered under his strikes like melons smashed apart.

Against the berserker, these zombies didn’t even compare. To the survivors inside, they were a terrifying crisis—but to Chen Yonglong, they were no different from fighting elementary schoolers.

Jiang Changyi couldn’t help thinking: If only Chen Yonglong were his summoned beast.

“Leo!!”

From within the contract space, his little companion roared angrily in its childish voice, clearly unhappy.

Annoyed by the noise, Jiang Changyi hurried to coax it, assuring it he didn’t mean it like that.

Whether he meant it or not didn’t matter—as long as he said it, Leo quieted down.

Raising a kid with zero effort, really…

Once the zombies at the entrance were cleared, Jiang Changyi and the others went inside.

A wave of people poured out from the cafeteria, cleaning corpses while sneaking admiring glances at Chen Yonglong.

An awakened one! Just like the superpowered heroes in TV shows. Who wouldn’t envy that?

Most young people dreamed of being extraordinary, especially in an apocalypse.

The ones cleaning up held back their curiosity, focusing on their jobs.

But as soon as Jiang Changyi and the others stepped inside, cheers erupted.

“Chen Yonglong, you’re really an awakened one? That’s amazing!”

“Yonglong, do you remember me? We weren’t in the same class, but we had that joint lesson together!”

“Do you have a girlfriend? What kind of girls do you like?”

“Long-ge, Long-ge…”

The crowd swarmed around Chen Yonglong, pushing and shoving, until Jiang Changyi was squeezed right to the edge.

But instead of resisting, he left quietly and with dignity.

Chen Yonglong caught sight of Jiang Changyi’s retreating back. That calm, unbothered posture left an emptiness in his chest, and he had the sudden urge to chase after him.

But the wall of bodies blocked him completely. He couldn’t move an inch.

“Jiang-ge! Jiang-ge!”

Upstairs, with most people gone to see Chen Yonglong, the second floor felt spacious and quiet.

Jiang Changyi sat down at a corner table.

“People…”

“In the end, all this bustle is nothing more than for the sake of profit.”