I transformed into a cute girl and lived a carefree life in the apocalypse.

The government is now racking its brains, deleting and deleting negative comments online again and again, endlessly... In short, the situation is not good.

Yan Ziming switched pages again, clicked on the "Civilization Cup" section, and then clicked on the page about herself according to the category.

"Wow...that's really...the insults were pretty harsh!"

Yan Ziming couldn't help but mutter to himself, his voice filled with bitterness.

To be honest, this reversal from being admired by thousands to being despised by thousands is really hard to believe.

However, amidst the chorus of insults, a number of rational voices shone through, offering well-reasoned analyses that occupied half the forum and were not drowned out by the trolls.

This is largely thanks to Yan Ziming's good looks, which led to many supportive comments and articles under her posts, warming Yan Ziming's heart.

I then looked at posts about Ye Qianxue, Tiantian, and others. Apart from some very famous people, everyone else was being criticized harshly.

Looking at the Civilization Cup alone wasn't enough. Yan Ziming also checked out the posts about the six pillars of China and found that there weren't many people criticizing them. Yan Shan was the most popular among them. Anyone who criticized him was immediately attacked by others. There were many more people praising him than criticizing him.

Yan Shan had accumulated too much prestige and his image was too positive, so few people dared to direct the "fire of judgment" at him.

There's a saying in China: "You may not know the names of China's leaders, but you definitely know the names of its marshals!"

Another one is Mu Mu. Similarly, no one criticizes her. On the contrary, she is as popular as Yan Shan, which is largely due to her stunning beauty.

"...a bunch of indecisive people."

Yan Ziming turned off his phone screen and lay weakly on the bed, his mind filled with thoughts.

Online, most people are just keyboard warriors. Those who like posts are just casually clicking on them. In the real world, it's a completely different story.

Therefore, we cannot draw conclusions so hastily.

Yan Ziming decided to wait until she went out tomorrow to discuss it further. She would leave today as it was and check on Tiantian's situation later. Tomorrow, she would have the opportunity to experience it firsthand.

When the silk quilt was lifted, the girl was only wearing a thin nightgown, her private parts barely visible. Her lotus feet touched the ground lightly without making a sound.

Yan Ziming figured Ye Qianxue was probably still fast asleep, so he got up to make breakfast.

Upon opening the door, a weary-looking Mu Mu emerged from the spatial rift.

"Thanks for your hard work."

Holding the silver-haired beauty in his arms, Yan Ziming gently comforted her. Upon smelling the familiar and longed-for scent, Mu Mu surprisingly refrained from acting aggressively and fell into a deep sleep.

After settling Mu Mu in her room, Yan Ziming tied her hair into a single ponytail, put on an apron, and started cooking in the kitchen.

When she finished serving breakfast and was about to wake Ye Qianxue, she noticed that there was someone else at the dining table in the living room.

"Good morning, Xian'er."

"morning."

Yan Ziming placed breakfast on the table, a scene she was already used to; it had long been a part of her daily life.

Looking back now, it seems that what she once thought was too far-fetched has actually appeared in her life in such an ordinary way, which makes her sigh.

Just as Yan Ziming was about to wake Ye Qianxue, Liu Mengxian suddenly said, "I might be leaving soon. Will you be able to manage here?"

"Ha... I'm leaving..." Yan Ziming's disappointment was undisguised, and his tone even dropped a few decibels as a result.

Liu Mengxian walked to her side and smoothed her hair that fell over her shoulders.

"I'll be back as soon as possible."

Yan Ziming suddenly came to his senses: "Ah! No, Xian'er, you just go about your business, we're fine here."

"......"

"When?" Yan Ziming asked softly.

"Recently, the situation has changed somewhat."

Yan Ziming's body trembled slightly.

Yes, as time goes by, the frequency of mutation will increase, and their strength will become stronger and stronger. It is very likely that an SSS-level creature will appear again.

The objective existence of these two points will inevitably lead to a rapid escalation of public hatred towards those with superpowers.

Can people with superpowers really still survive in this society?

What am I naively thinking...?

Chapter Fifty-Eight Going Against the Tide

the next day.

Yan Ziming looked at the letter that had arrived at the door with displeasure. It bore the military's anti-counterfeiting mark and contained a few neatly written lines that could be summarized as follows:

"What the hell? A routine physical exam every three days?!"

As most people initially expected, a series of measures targeting those with superpowers followed as the government announced the fact that they had been transformed.

The state has long been closely monitoring all high-level superhumans, because the power of these people after their mutation is too great, and if they are not careful, there will be hundreds or thousands of casualties.

Fortunately, there aren't many high-level ability users; there are only about two hundred in the whole of China, so it doesn't require too many people.

Then there are the level 5 and 6 ability users, and the last level is the level 1 to 4 ability users. Since there are too many of these people, we have to take other measures.

One of these is the general health checkup.

This is mandatory; you can't make excuses not to go, or you'll be invited over for tea at any time.

There are also many rules and regulations targeting people with superpowers. The most typical one is that people with superpowers are not allowed to enter large buildings. The department store that Yan Ziming went to last time is an example.

They posed a huge threat in the high-rise building. If Li Haoyi hadn't been there last time, the department store would have collapsed long ago. Judging from the flow of people in the building and the crowds of onlookers outside at the time, there would have been at least tens of thousands of casualties!

Yan Zimo was very unhappy with these regulations.

We risked our lives for the country and the people, only to be treated as dangerous individuals by the government?

But there was nothing that could be done; it was an inevitable trend. Yan Ziming could accept this for the time being, since it wasn't anything major and hadn't truly harmed the interests of the superpowered individuals.

There will likely be some lukewarm policies introduced later, similar to slowly boiling a frog in water, which the superpowered individuals can only accept silently.

"Qianxue, get up, we need to go for... you know, a physical exam!"

"Mmm..." Ye Qianxue lazily sat up from the quilt, revealing her delicate and fiery body like a crescent moon, and murmured in a daze.

ziz......

Yan Ziming poked her with his fingertips for a year, and the just-right electric current instantly sobered her up.

"Can't you ever be a little more self-disciplined when you get up? You have no self-control at all." Yan Ziming said helplessly, hands on his hips.

"It's clearly because my older sister got up too early! Humans can't possibly get up before seven o'clock; ten o'clock is the limit. If it's earlier, I'll be a mutation!"

"Are you saying I'm a mutant?" Yan Ziming pinched Ye Qianxue's cheek and asked kindly.

Ye Qianxue looked at her pitifully: "No! Big sister has already transcended humanity! Of course, she doesn't count!"

"Hmph! All you do is talk. It's 8:50 now. Are you up? Shouldn't you be mutating by now?"

"Hehe~~ I'll trouble you, big sister, to bring Qianxue back with love."

Ye Qianxue deliberately emphasized the word "love," and it was obvious without even thinking that it wasn't something serious.

She quickly got out of bed, put on her clothes and stockings, pulled her black over-the-knee stockings all the way down, put on her skirt, and everything was ready.

"Big sister, let's go."

Ye Qianxue tore open a spatial rift and reached out her hand to Yan Ziming. Yan Ziming took her hand and pulled her back into his arms.

"Eh...Big sister?"

“Let’s walk there,” Yan Ziming replied softly.

"Leaving..." Ye Qianxue's voice lowered slightly: "What does Sister intend to do?"

"Well, we have to face it eventually. I'm fine with myself, it's just that I'm worried about you..."

Yan Ziming said with some concern, and Ye Qianxue snuggled into his arms tightly: "Don't worry about Qianxue, Qianxue is no longer a child."

"Don't cry then, okay? Well, if you do cry, your big sister's arms are always open for you!"

Yan Ziming kissed her on the cheek, and together they stepped out of the house, towards the adult world...

The atmosphere suddenly changed.

An indescribable atmosphere enveloped the street and the city.

Repression, hatred, fear...

Normally, when the two of them went out on the street, they would attract 120% attention. But now things are a little different. It's not that they've become outdated, but the admiring glances that used to be directed at them have changed.

Ye Qianxue was immediately startled by the stares of passersby and shrank back, leaning against Yan Ziming's chest, her hand tightening its grip.

There were no shouts or curses, no gossip, and Yan Ziming should have been happy, but she couldn't be happy at all.

Although those people thought they had concealed it well, how could that possibly fool a superhuman with keen intuition?

The way they looked at themselves and Ye Qianxue was full of fear and suspicion, and some of it was even the way they would look at a mutated species!

This silent malice is even more unbearable than openly cursing them.

Yan Ziming's lips and eyes were filled with bitterness; clearly, they were being treated like monsters.

Those lesser-known superhumans are alright; not many people know they have superpowers, so they can still go out normally. But it's different for the famous ones; the more glamorous they were before, the more destitute they are now.