I'm just a lowly security guard, helping wealthy ladies survive the apocalypse.

"Sister Jiang, there's no electricity and no gas, how are we supposed to cook?"

"We still have over a hundred loaves of bread, but with so many of us, it can only last for a day or two at most."

The atmosphere in the kitchen was somewhat heavy.

Jiang Chuyuan frowned deeply.

She had intended to cook a nice meal for Zhang Lang to try, hoping to change his impression of her.

She didn't think she was flattering Zhang Lang; she thought she was just being pragmatic.

Having transmigrated to this post-apocalyptic wasteland, they now all depend on Zhang Lang for survival.

Continuing to act like a wealthy woman and even going against Zhang Lang will definitely not end well.

As for cooking?

There are over thirty women in this villa; who among them can't cook a good meal?

For the past two years, through rigorous daily training by top chefs, Sichuan cuisine, braised dishes, Cantonese cuisine...

Among the major cuisines, who doesn't have a knack for cooking two or more dishes?

She was the same, of course.

Satisfying Zhang Lang's appetite would be absolutely no problem.

When she got to the kitchen, she discovered there was no electricity or gas.

Even the most skillful cook can't cook without rice.

She really didn't know what to do in this situation.

"We'll have to eat bread now. I hope Zhang Lang won't mind."

Jiang Chuyuan had no choice but to sigh.

"What does he complain about?"

"These breads are supposed to be staff meals, don't he eat them regularly?"

Li Wanqing was outspoken and gave a cold laugh.

She regretted it as soon as she said it, because she noticed that everyone was looking at her strangely.

A faint pain was felt on my face.

At that moment, she remembered that she had just been slapped by Zhang Lang not long ago.

He recalled the images of Zhang Lang killing those zombies and Zhang Lang's warning.

She couldn't help but shiver a few times, and was terrified.

"Yes, I'm sorry, Sister Jiang. I mean, we don't have much else to eat right now. Zhang Lang, he shouldn't mind eating bread."

Li Wanqing quickly tried to salvage the situation, stammering as she spoke.

"Keep your voice down!"

Jiang Chuyuan glared at Li Wanqing, her tone harsh.

"I've already set aside my status, are you still going to act like a wealthy wife?"

"You know Zhang Lang's temper. What if he hears you and throws you out to feed the zombies?"

"The slap mark on your face hasn't faded yet, so shut up."

"..."

Li Wanqing pursed her lips, not daring to speak.

Wang Xue silently distanced herself from Li Wanqing.

She was afraid that if she continued to associate with this former best friend, she would become stupid.

She doesn't want to die.

All she wants now is to please Zhang Lang, even if it means sacrificing herself.

There were also a few girls in the kitchen.

Neither of them spoke, their eyes revealing a hint of confusion and unease.

Without electricity, gas, or food, can they really survive in this post-apocalyptic wasteland?

A deep sense of worry filled their hearts.

The sky outside the window gradually darkened, and the light in the kitchen became dim.

Those once gleaming stainless steel kitchen utensils are now just cold, blurry outlines.

"Let's go, I'll ask Zhang Lang for his opinion."

Jiang Chuyuan spoke calmly, then turned and left the kitchen.

Everyone followed behind her, their footsteps echoing in the empty corridor.

The atmosphere was so quiet that you could hear each other breathing and the rustling of clothes.

As she walked through the corridor, Jiang Chuyuan noticed the famous paintings hanging on the walls.

These are all artworks she collected in the past.

They're just decorations now, not even worth a piece of bread in the apocalypse.

Just like her, Li Wanqing, and Wang Xue, they were all wealthy wives with assets worth hundreds of millions.

What now?

She was just a weak woman who couldn't even kill a chicken.

If I want Zhang Lang's protection in the future, I'm afraid the only way is to sacrifice myself.

After all, their greatest value now is their bodies.

but……

Even if they offered their bodies, Zhang Lang might not grant their wishes.

They are young married women, but all the girls in the villa are virgins!

Men have a penchant for virgins, and virgins are more popular with men than married women like them.

Thinking about all this made Jiang Chuyuan feel very heavy-hearted.

When we arrived at the lobby on the first floor.

Jiang Chuyuan noticed that all the girls were in a daze, but their eyes were secretly glancing towards Su Qing's bedroom.

What are you looking at?

Just as she was thinking this, she heard a strange sound coming from Su Qing's bedroom.

That sound...

His suppressed breathing was accompanied by barely suppressed gasps.

Intermittently, yet clearly, it peeked through the crack in the door.

Jiang Chuyuan, a beautiful young woman, knew exactly what kind of sound it was.

But isn't this making a bit too much of a fuss?

She instinctively tightened her legs, feeling her cheeks burning.

This enchanting beauty made it hard for her to leave.

Looking at Li Wanqing and Wang Xue beside him, he noticed that they also seemed quite uncomfortable.

Li Wanqing turned her face away, her ears turning bright red.

Wang Xue bit her lower lip, staring at the door with a complicated expression, lost in thought.

The other girls also had different expressions.

Some people lowered their heads and pretended not to hear, while others secretly exchanged glances...

"Let's wait a bit."

"Let's talk about it after Zhang Lang comes out."

Jiang Chuyuan walked over to the sofa and sat down, trying to appear calm.

This wait lasted for more than an hour.

During this time, the noise in the bedroom rose and fell, occasionally punctuated by suppressed sobs and low voices.

Every change in sound would make the women in the hall catch their breath and their bodies tense involuntarily.

No one speaks.

But an indescribable tension and ambiguity permeated the air.

More than thirty women, each with their own thoughts, were all captivated by the voice behind that door.

Jiang Chuyuan sat on the sofa, her fingers unconsciously twisting the hem of her clothes.

She saw the expressions on the faces of the girls around her; they were ready to become Zhang Lang's women.

All in order to survive in this post-apocalyptic wasteland.

What about her?

What should she do?

If Zhang Lang forced himself on her, could she resist?

Although she was prepared to be humiliated by Zhang Lang.

But she really couldn't accept it if Zhang Lang forced her in front of everyone.

But what if she resists and Zhang Lang stops protecting her safety?

Those terrifying zombies outside really do eat people.

For a moment, she felt extremely flustered.

Wang Xue stood by the window, her back to everyone.

Her gaze fell on the two-meter-high wall outside the window, but she was making plans in her mind.

Su Qing went inside, and Zhang Lang took her in.

What about yourself?

Where do I fall short compared to Su Qing?

In terms of looks, she's confident she's on par; in terms of figure, she takes meticulous care of it; and in terms of her ability to please men…

She bit her lip, a sense of confidence welling up inside her.

Since Zhang Lang has already taken Su Qing, as long as I'm a little flirtatious, he probably won't refuse, right?

Li Wanqing sat on the single sofa furthest from Jiang Chuyuan, arms crossed, her expression not very good.

She was still somewhat angry about Jiang Chuyuan's reprimand, but she felt a deep sense of powerlessness even more.

Yes, what kind of world is this?

Is she still acting like a wealthy man's wife?

She herself found it ridiculous.

But does she have to be like Su Qing and Wang Xue, openly offering herself to please Zhang Lang?

She felt she couldn't do it.

Zhang Lang... he was just a low-level security guard.

The atmosphere in the hall was somewhat silent, and this silence lasted for more than an hour.

Finally, there was no more noise from the bedroom.

[Name] Su Qing

[Identity] Legal wife

[Age] 23

[Constitution] Heavenly Fragrance Rejuvenating Body (Unawakened)

[Strength] Initial Awakening Stage (0/500)

This is Su Qing's data.

"I never expected that Su Qing would have a special constitution."

In the bedroom, Zhang Lang lit a cigarette, took a deep breath, and then exhaled a smoke ring with satisfaction.

With a thought, his data panel unfolded before his eyes.

Name: Zhang Lang

[Identity: Leader of the CN-HC-1024 Survival Group]

Age: 22

[Physical constitution: Ordinary human (genetic lock not yet unlocked)]

[Prosperity Point: 210]

[Strength: Initial Awakening Stage (210/500)]

[Official Wife: 1 (Su Qing - Heavenly Fragrance and Serene Spring Body)]

"Early awakening stage? What does that mean?"

Looking at his attribute panel, Zhang Lang frowned slightly.

Arriving in this unfamiliar wasteland, he was completely in the dark.

They haven't even left the villa yet, so they have no idea what the situation is like outside.

Not to mention superpowers.

Are there other superhumans in this post-apocalyptic wasteland?

If so, how powerful are those superhumans?

Besides the first-tier rotting zombies, are there any higher-tier zombies?

Zhang Lang shook his head, trying to stop himself from overthinking.

He continued looking at his attribute panel, where the prosperity points displayed excited him greatly.

Because Su Qing possessed a special physique, the Heavenly Fragrance Nether Spring Physique, he directly received 200 Prosperity Points after taking her as his principal wife.

And after spending a day with her, I gained another 10 prosperity points.

This is almost the maximum return.

"I currently have 210 Prosperity Points. Could it be that I can awaken a powerful ability with 500 Prosperity Points?"

A slight smile appeared on Zhang Lang's lips.

He knew all too well what awakening superpowers meant.

That's the confidence that allows one to truly establish oneself in this post-apocalyptic wasteland.

Without a doubt, after awakening superpowers, strength, speed, reaction ability, and even lifespan will likely experience a qualitative leap.

Zhang Lang was really looking forward to that moment.

That moment?

It seems like it won't be long?

According to his talent description, he can gain 1 to 10 prosperity points for each time he and his wives and concubines perch on a phoenix branch, depending on his aptitude.

Su Qing has a special physique, which means she has exceptional talent.

So he was allowed to earn 10 prosperous points in one day.

Doesn't this mean that he won't have to spend many days with Su Qing before he can collect 500 Prosperity Points?

Zhang Lang turned his head and looked at Su Qing.

She was so exhausted that she fell asleep as soon as she closed her eyes.

Her sleeping face was peaceful, with long eyelashes casting soft shadows on her cheeks.

Her lips were slightly red and swollen, marks from his kiss earlier.

The thin blanket only covered her chest, revealing her rounded shoulders and delicate collarbones, where a few faint red marks remained.

She was unusually enthusiastic and proactive just now.

It was completely different from her usual ladylike and intellectual demeanor.

but,

In this apocalyptic environment, people's emotions become more intense and direct.

That's quite normal.

Although he had noticed that Su Qing had a great figure, he only knew exactly how good it was after measuring her himself.

Good.

It's really good.

Zhang Lang took a deep drag of his cigarette, feeling the slight tingling sensation of nicotine spreading in his lungs, and he felt extremely pleased.

He wasn't a heavy smoker, but this wise man inexplicably enjoyed smoking one every now and then.

"Gurgle~!"

I'm a little hungry.

Zhang Lang stubbed out his cigarette, put on his clothes, glanced at the torn nurse's uniform on the ground, then opened the door and went out.

Then he saw pairs of beautiful eyes looking at him.

More than thirty women, some standing and some sitting, were all looking at him.

A blush rose on every pretty face; their eyes darted away, yet they couldn't help but steal glances at him.

"Did you just eavesdrop?"

Zhang Lang thought this to himself, but his face remained expressionless.

He glanced at Jiang Chuyuan.

The woman was sitting in the middle of the sofa, and it seemed that everyone still regarded her as the leader.

Zhang Lang didn't seem to care and asked casually, "Is the food ready?"

Upon hearing this, Jiang Chuyuan's body stiffened instantly.

She stood up, her fingers unconsciously gripping the hem of her clothes, her voice several octaves lower than usual.

"No electricity, no gas, can't cook, noodles... would you like some bread?"

She's terrified of Zhang Lang now; she always speaks with her head down, avoiding eye contact.

This fear wasn't feigned; it was a genuine, deep-seated fear.

An hour ago, Zhang Lang was still outside killing zombies.

Then, he took Su Qing.

I don't know if it was forced or...

She felt it was mostly forced.

Because she understood Su Qing and knew her background; Su Qing was clearly still a virgin.

I've never even been in a relationship before.

How could she possibly be willing to dedicate herself to Zhang Lang on her very first day in the wasteland?

Su Qing isn't Wang Xue; that girl isn't as flirtatious as Wang Xue.

Zhang Lang did not answer immediately.

He walked to the center of the hall, his gaze slowly sweeping over each woman.

Some girls lowered their heads when he looked at them, while others tried to meet his gaze but quickly gave up.

A few of the bolder ones even had a certain expectation in their eyes.

Zhang Lang knew what this expectation was.

Just now, Su Qing's eyes revealed the exact same look.

Especially that girl named Liu Ruyan, her eyes were so watery and she looked so charming.

Could it be...

Is she also diagnosed with a special condition?

Is their water control really that good?

"bread?"

Zhang Lang finally spoke, his tone revealing neither joy nor anger, "That works too."

Arriving in this post-apocalyptic wasteland, having food is already a blessing; who cares about bread or anything like that?

Besides, he's not a picky person at all.

At least we still have bread to eat now, but who knows, we might not even have bread to eat in the future.

He knows nothing about this post-apocalyptic wasteland.

Although it looks like a parallel world from the outside, those ruins were originally rows of modern high-rise buildings.

But what if the world has been destroyed for far too long?

The destruction has lasted too long; even if bread and other foods can still be found, they would probably be expired and inedible.

"..."

Jiang Chuyuan breathed a sigh of relief and quickly turned to go to the kitchen to get some bread.

"etc."

Zhang Lang called out to her.

Jiang Chuyuan paused, her heart skipped a beat, fearing that Zhang Lang would make some unreasonable demands again.

It was getting dark outside.

Night will fall soon.

At that time.

Will Zhang Lang find another woman to serve him in bed?

What if I call her?