018, Qi Sheng appeared on the eighth floor!
Qi Ran’s heart was shaken to its core.
The Pangu Trial!
Wasn’t this trial only supposed to open in the eighth year of the apocalypse?
And now, she only needed to collect ten Pangu tokens to enter the Pangu battlefield?
Qi Ran was about to examine the details closely.
But the next moment, a voice filled with excitement came from the fire escape doorway nearby: “The Ancestor is here!!”
The Ancestor??
What on earth was that supposed to mean?
Puzzled, Qi Ran frowned and turned toward the source of the voice.
What she saw next nearly made her eyes bulge with astonishment.
A man stood at the fire escape door on the eighth floor, dressed in a white shirt, wearing golden-rimmed glasses, exuding a cold, noble demeanor—an image of refined restraint.
Qi Sheng!
Why was he on the eighth floor?
Wasn’t he supposed to be hiding safely in the storage room on the seventh floor?
How did he suddenly appear on the eighth?
How many zombies had he slaughtered coming up from the seventh?
Had it been ten or more?
More zombies were now rushing toward this fresh group of humans with glowing green eyes.
Qi Ran had no time to think further.
Her heart almost leapt into her throat.
Zombies in the early apocalypse were too easy to kill.
If by chance Qi Sheng struck a lucky blow, killing one just right…
Would that increase his chances of awakening a talent?
Qi Ran pushed herself to the limit, sprinting full force toward Qi Sheng.
A blur of white light flashed with afterimages.
Instantly, several zombie heads dropped to the ground at the feet of those ascending from the seventh floor with the sound of dull thuds.
“Wow! The Ancestor is terrifying!”
“Wow! The Ancestor is terrifying!”
“Wow! Ancestor, I worship you so much!”
…
After a brief daze, the crowd’s endless flattery echoed.
But what was this “Ancestor” nonsense?
Qi Ran found it baffling.
She vaguely sensed these people were praising her.
But why call her the Ancestor?
While Qi Ran’s mind wrestled with this mystery, the passionate electronic voice continued unabated.
[Beep beep beep beep!! Beep beep beep beep!!]
[Detected changes in tester’s stamina, strength, agility, and mental power! Reassessing combat power!]
[Assessment complete! Tester’s combat star rating has changed!]
[Tester’s combat power has risen to 7 stars!!]
Wow!
Her combat power had suddenly surged to seven stars!
Would her evaluation change accordingly?
Qi Ran eagerly opened her personal attribute panel within her mind to check.
At the same time, she remained alert to the zombies around her.
She paid no heed to the cold, heartless look on Qi Sheng’s face.
Otherwise, as an unmatched powerhouse far surpassing everyone else present—both humans and zombies—she might have been consumed by hatred and dealt a fatal blow to Qi Sheng like she was butchering a zombie.
That would be too easy for him.
At this moment, Qi Sheng had not yet suffered the brutal hardships of the apocalypse—the collapse of order, the loss of humanity.
He had not been hunted like a rabid dog, nerves taut, fleeing for his life.
Nor had he ever had to grovel shamelessly before the strong just to survive.
How could he die so effortlessly at her hands now?
Before the apocalypse, Qi Sheng was a privileged second-generation rich heir.
Though willingly a sycophant to Chu Yan, he possessed an enviable family background, striking looks, generosity, gentlemanly manners, and personal integrity.
His qualities were undoubtedly impressive.
Over the years, many fair-weather friends and fawning acquaintances surrounded him.
Therefore, for Qi Sheng to die in the early apocalypse without ever feeling pain, without a broken arm, ruptured organs, or bent knees—it was truly too good for him.
The rousing electronic voice soothed much of Qi Ran’s bitterness.
She opened the attribute panel, seeing that the combat evaluation had indeed changed:
[Combat Power: 7 stars! (Like an ant)]
Heh.
Very well.
Qi Ran couldn’t help but smile.
It seemed that even a seven-star combat rating was still insufficient in the Alliance’s eyes.
Although her combat evaluation had changed, it was only from “ant” to “like an ant.”
In other words, still an ant.
But even the smallest ant has some meat on it.
Soon, the passionate electronic voice sounded again:
[Beep beep beep beep!! Beep beep beep beep!!]
[Detected the first tester on Blue Star with combat evaluation “like an ant”!!]
[Congratulations to tester Qi Ran for raising combat evaluation to “like an ant” within 3 hours after the apocalypse!!]
[In order to encourage testers to level up and slay more mutated creatures, those who level up quickly and perform well will receive generous rewards from the Alliance!!]
[Congratulations to tester for receiving an additional “Ant Trial” opportunity from the Alliance!!]
[The “Ant Trial” will begin in 10 minutes. Please prepare accordingly!!]
What?
Ant Trial?
Qi Ran had never heard of this trial in her previous life.
Yet the name somehow felt insulting.
Suppressing her unease, Qi Ran glanced at Qi Sheng in the crowd, then silently resumed slaughtering zombies.
Before the apocalypse, Chu Yan was dining on the eighth floor.
Qi Sheng’s risky ascent from the seventh floor was surely to find her.
Not long ago, they had barely escaped a deadly trap set at the elevator door.
Though they survived, it did nothing to scare Qi Sheng; instead, it made him more cautious.
This time, he brought a group armed with weapons up the stairs.
His love for Chu Yan was truly profound.
Qi Ran sneered inwardly.
Because Qi Sheng’s parents had pushed him too hard in childhood, his bond with them was not deep.
If the people trapped on the eighth floor were his parents, Qi Sheng might not risk his life so recklessly to rescue them.
As for Qi Ran, who had always been at Qi Sheng’s beck and call—he would pay her no mind.
Qi Ran had been through this in her previous life.
That experience only deepened her hatred.
Back then, Chu Yan was still alive.
Qi Ran risked her life to drive to the commercial street, then timidly went to the storage room on the seventh floor where Qi Sheng was, to take him home at Qi Sheng’s mother’s request.
Those in the storage room, seeing such a delicate young girl travel from Phoenix Garden to the commercial street, gathered and discussed plans to break through the zombie encirclement to return to a safer home.
Qi Sheng seized the opportunity to persuade everyone to bring the family trapped on the eighth floor back with them.
They never expected the number of zombies there was so great that their attempt failed.
Qi Sheng had no choice but to temporarily return home with Qi Ran.
But when they reached Lanyin Bridge, they learned the bridge had been blown up.