Creation Of All Things - Chapter 210: Defeat

Awakening to a post-apocalyptic world infested with zombies and mutated monsters, Alex makes a startling discovery: he possesses a system that grants him access to unlimited resources every day.【Congratulations, you've received unlimited bottled water.】【Congratulations, you've received unlimited 9mm bullets.】【Congratulations, you've received unlimited cold medicine.】...With each system notification, Alex's chances of survival soar while others struggle to stay alive.As everyone else fights for their lives, Alex finds himself living in luxury, residing in a lavish mansion where he leisurely sips red wine and savors grilled delicacies amidst the chaos of the end times...

The moment I received the restructuring notice from my company, the world changed with a deafening roar, as if the sky was collapsing.[The sale of this Earth has been decided.][Restructuring of personnel will be carried out.]A life-or-death restructuring. Missions that grant special powers upon completion. If this is some miraculous prank, I’ll give it my all!“I found it. A way for us all to survive.”The meteoric rise of Lee Eunho, the restructuring target, begins now!

He Tiantian had always treated the people around her with a grateful heart. Yet in her middle age, she discovered that she had been living in a deception filled with lies.Returning to the past, He Tiantian, with the assistance of the Little Silver Snake, began a new life.From a different perspective, so that was the truth!In this life, she would never again be willingly blind.In this life, she would never again miss out on or take for granted her childhood sweetheart, who had treated her with true affection. She would treat him well, trust him, and have a warm home.******

My name is Yan, and since I was a child, I’ve been able to see some strange things.For example—In elementary school, our new neighbor Aunt Tan had a pair of all-around genius twins, who were like the “precious little geniuses” with halos above their heads. They could recite the English-Chinese dictionary backwards at three, master both Chinese and Western musical instruments by five, and hack into a country’s database by seven…Growing up next to such prodigies, my life was inhumane, tragic, and constantly subjected to comparisons.To escape the comparisons with these “other people’s children,” I specifically applied to a private boarding school for middle school.On my first day, my deskmate was a small, thin girl with bangs, wearing an old uniform, and her voice was as faint as a mosquito’s.Three months later, she woke up from a nap with a “rebirth” halo above her head.She moved effortlessly among the cold academic genius, the wolf-like school bully, the fierce boss, and the gentle childhood friend, leaving me, a lonely onlooker, utterly amazed.By university, I thought I had finally escaped this abnormal world.But as soon as I stepped into my dorm room, my footsteps froze.My roommates each had halos like “ancient times to modern,” “post-apocalyptic superhuman,” “will die if not spending money,” and “ghost king revival.”I clutched my little blanket and applied to the counselor for a room change, but to no avail.Over time, I gradually got used to it. “Handover systems,” “management systems,” “book transmigration,” “infinite worlds,” “three-and-a-half-year-olds,” “interstellar live streams,” “red envelope groups”…The types of halos kept increasing, and I was able to calmly ignore all of it, focusing on my own life.Every morning, I skillfully helped my “ancient to modern” roommate, who was being blacklisted online, dodge campus paparazzi and secure seats for class.At noon, I assisted my tycoon roommate in distributing today’s haul of luxury skincare and designer bags, tasting the city’s top private chef’s custom lunchbox, and exclaiming with emotion, “Darling, can I really accept these?”In the evening, I enjoyed the flowers and plants cultivated by my superhuman roommate on the balcony, tasting a mutated cherry tomato and commenting, “I feel refreshed and purified.”Late at night, when my ghost king roommate quietly climbed back through the window, I peeked out to ask, “You’re back a bit late today, didn’t bring anything back, did you?”My name is Yan, and I am not the protagonist of this world.