After breaking up with my girlfriend, I became a Great Sage of the Demon Clan.

fist?

Shana, who was driving, clenched her fist and then pulled her hand back, continuing to grip the steering wheel and drive.

The survivor base where the young man was located was only 43 kilometers away from Phoenix City. It took less than an hour for the vehicle to reach the perimeter of the survivor base.

A line of patrolling soldiers stood on the perimeter wall, along with heavy machine guns with heavy firepower.

Upon seeing his patrol personnel, the young man excitedly stood up, waved, and shouted.

"Brother Wang, Brother Zhang! I..."

Upon returning to the survivor base, the returnees undergo an extremely thorough examination. The young man is now preparing to call someone down to examine himself and the three beautiful maid ladies behind him.

A hand lifted the young man up from the back of his neck. Before the young man, who was about to check on him, understood what was happening, the vehicle he was standing on jolted, and then the young man found himself flying.

As we flew from the ground into the air, the off-road vehicle beneath our feet grew smaller and smaller.

The young man and Shana, who was carrying him, glided in an arc and fell towards the wall of the survivor base.

The dozens of patrolling soldiers at the survivor base immediately noticed something was wrong and then pointed their guns at Shana and the young man as they fell.

The rules of the survivor base are that anyone who dares to force their way in, whether they are a high-ranking member of the survivor base or the most precious sample in the research institute, will be killed without exception.

So, amidst the young man's heart-wrenching cries of "No!", the soldiers standing guard on the wall pulled the triggers of their rifles.

Amidst the continuous flames, Shana leaped several times, dodging all the gunfire, and landed inside the survivor base.

Where?

Shana shouted as she landed, simultaneously pulling open the young man's eyes.

The young, chubby man looked completely bewildered.

Shana had no choice but to ask again.

"Where is the person you want me to see?"

The young man's subconscious answer.

"The biggest house, second floor, second floor..."

A large number of people started to run out from the surrounding area.

As a survivor base that has survived to this day in the apocalypse, q has a very comprehensive security system. When Shana forcibly broke through the first layer of defense, the second layer of defense was breached. A large number of demon-attribute awakened individuals and soldiers carrying various weapons rushed out from different corners and charged towards Shana in a perfect, impenetrable encirclement.

Many people exclaimed in surprise after running out.

"WTF?"

"This is... a maid outfit?!"

Er: "Am I seeing things? Or is it just a hallucination?"

"Damn, where did this little girl come from!"

Despite the rumors, many people have already clashed with Shana.

The young man who fought with Ling knew everyone. There was an Awakened One who was said to be the strongest in the entire base and could lift an off-road vehicle with one hand; there was a Gun God who could hit heads from 20 meters away with every shot; and there was the most senior legendary investigator who had survived being attacked by several monsters.

These people who had been seen and known before, whom the young heartthrobs could only look up to in the past, now seem like Japanese otaku attending the C89 rally, rushing over on a blur.

Without hesitation, Shana rushed forward.

Afterwards, the young man saw his former idols, the heroes he could only look up to, the successful people who, in the words of their parents in the survivor base, could be the life goals for their children, all flying away.

One by one, Shana opened and repelled them with a single hand.

Then, Misaki Shokuhou and Sakura Kinomoto, both dressed in maid outfits and possessing beautiful appearances, joined the battle.

The battlefield, which was already suppressed by Shana, was quickly torn open by the efforts of the two newly joined beautiful maid girls. Shana rushed out of the gap at a speed that was hard for normal people to see, and rushed to the front of the largest building in the survivor base, which was three stories high.

Shana rushed downstairs.

Many office workers on the first floor screamed hysterically. Shana ignored them and rushed to the second floor, shouting again.

"Which room is on the second floor?!"

"202, 202!"

The young man stammered.

Shana arrived at room 202, lifted her leg clad in black stockings, kicked open the door, and went inside.

Inside the door was a small office. A man dressed in faded white clothes sat behind a desk, looking at Shana who had just walked in, still shaken.

Shana dropped the young man she was holding on the ground.

When he got up, the young man understood what Shana, the icy maid, meant when she clenched her fist in front of him.

Chapter Nine: Infinite Energy

"Tap..."

"Tap..."

"Tap..."

The young man, who had just gotten up, hadn't even brushed the dust off his clothes when he heard footsteps behind him. He turned around and saw two maids, Misaki Shokuhou and Sakura Kinomoto.

The two young ladies' maid outfits were somewhat torn, but they had no wounds on their bodies.

Little Fresh Fault￡⊙←○羓'∵Similar＜∵Salt÷。 Umbrella√ˉbell“。Shāngzhōngˇ：The flesh inside is a little numb.

The fact that these two maids were able to come over means that their defenses have been breached.

In other words, if these three maids wanted to harm their base...

The young man turned his head to look at the middle-aged man behind the only desk in the office. The middle-aged man looked at Xia Na, who had brought the young man there, and then looked at the young man again.

"Xiao Jing (the young man's nickname), what happened? Tell me about it."

While speaking, the middle-aged man glanced at Shana, Misaki Shokuhou, and Sakura Kinomoto from time to time.

Not only are these three maids very attractive, but more importantly, their maid outfits are beautiful and exquisite, completely unlike anything one would wear in a post-apocalyptic survival environment.

The young man rubbed the aching parts of his body and smiled wryly.

"Dad, this is what happened..."

The young man recounted his encounter with Zhou Yan, Little Yama, and Little Yama's request for Zhou Yan to review the Great Xia Organization's records.

After listening, the middle-aged man picked up the closed-circuit phone next to him and dialed a number.

"Is this Staff Officer Qian? I have something to report to you..."

……

In the basement of the survivor base, in an office.

An elderly man with a full head of white hair listened to the phone for a while, then put the receiver back in its place and shouted towards the door.

"Little Yuan..."

The office door opened, and a young man in his thirties walked in.

"Did Mr. Qian want to see me about something?"

The old man nodded.

"Go and call Zhao Changqing, Li Gang, and Fang Xiang here. I need to have a meeting with them."

The young man's expression changed drastically. These three were key figures in the entire survivor base, and they were invited to a meeting...

Is our own base in danger of destruction?

The young people know that there is an intrusion from outside, and they have now activated the highest alert mode, but it shouldn't be to the point of destroying the base, right?

"I see."

The young man left the office, closing the door behind him.

……

Phoenix, library conference room.

Having finished his meal, Xiao Yanjun left the conference room early, leaving a group of investigators still eating and drinking at the conference table.

Old Wu, who was considered a high-ranking member of the survivor base, held an Orleans chicken leg and choked up as he ate.

"I've seen video footage from the old era before, and it contains this kind of..."

Old Wu shook the Orleans chicken leg in his hand.

"The food seems to be made by a restaurant, which said it was cheap and delicious. I was curious about what this chicken leg tasted like, and now I finally know."

Old Wu took a bite of the chicken leg. He was actually quite full, but his taste buds, which had become numb from years of suffering, still noticed the deliciousness of the chicken. So, his stomach was full, but his mouth wasn't.

The rest of the people were not much different. For many, the best thing they ever ate in their lives was wild animals they encountered by chance, and they would only grit their teeth and exchange it for a little sugar during the New Year.

The chicken, duck, fish, steak, and juice that Zhou Yan provided were things they had never had before, but once they tried them, they couldn't help but become addicted to them.

"Waaaah, is this... is this what our ancestors ate when the sun was still shining?"

An investigator, unable to eat any more, choked up as he looked at the plate of charcoal-grilled lamb chops in front of him.

Another investigator, still using a beverage to fill in the gaps, said sadly.

“I’ve read about the lives of our ancestors in the old days. They said they had no worries about food and drink, and spent their days playing video games at home. They lived like they were in paradise. I didn’t know anything about paradise back then.”

The investigator looked down at the half-eaten chicken wing on his plate.

"Now I understand." Ling

The other investigators also had complicated expressions.

Heaven……

Once a paradise...5

Thinking about the food their ancestors ate and then about what they are eating now in the survivor base, many investigators looked sad.

"Thump thump thump..." Si

There was a knock on the door, and everyone looked towards the conference room door. The door slowly opened, and Little Yama, who had just left, walked in.

"Everyone."

Little Yama walked to the head of the conference table.

"The higher-ups at your survivor base have made contact with the people I sent there, and they are on their way."

Little Yama walked to the head of the conference table, sat down, and crossed his hands in front of him.

"I want to tidy up this place and have a meeting with your senior management."

Everyone understood what Xiao Yanjun meant. The investigators got up one after another, took their trays and drinks and left. Several maids came in and began to clean the floor and tidy the conference table.

Old Wu, who was the first to leave, glanced at Xiao Yanjun in the conference room, then looked down at the short-haired girl beside him and asked.

"Do you think the chief of staff and the others have gone mad?"

The short-haired girl looked troubled.

"It shouldn't be... right? The owner of this place is quite powerful. It's unlikely the chief of staff would think he can just swallow us whole..."

What do you do when you come across something good, something that you can use?

Of course, they'd collect everything and take it home—that's the logic behind the survivor base's expatriates when they see something good.

Old Wu and the short-haired girl were both a little scared, afraid that their chief of staff and other high-ranking officials would see Zhou Yan and Xiao Yanjun as rare commodities. So they brought in a large number of armed forces, preparing to subdue Zhou Yan and Xiao Yanjun together.

If we can really subdue the transit point, that would be fine. The real fear is that we won't be able to subdue it, and it will offend Little Yama and Zhou Yan.

"You don't need to worry about this."

A familiar voice came from the side, and Lao Wu and the others looked in the direction of the voice.

Zhou Yan came out, wiping his hands with a towel.

"Our maid has already left. I'm sure your superiors will understand what politeness means after seeing our maid."

Old Wu was stunned.

An investigator standing nearby was thinking to himself, "Zhou Yan's maids are all so beautiful, and their clothes are so nice. If they were placed in the survivor base, it would be good enough if they didn't arouse any evil thoughts. How can they expect their leader to be polite?"

How do you understand?

Many investigators began to suspect that Zhou Yan had lived in the old era for too long and took etiquette and morality for granted, completely unaware that in this apocalyptic world, those who valued morality had long since starved to death, and those who remained could not be said to be extreme egoists, but they were definitely not good people.