Apocalypse: My Sweetie Is Tough but Cute
Chapter 758: Special Ability Warrior in Position

Chapter 758: Chapter 758: Special Ability Warrior in Position

Ji Dong slightly furrowed his brows and recalled that the last time this circle of light had asked whether he was willing to fight to save the world from an apocalypse, he had originally agreed. However, because Xiao’ai suddenly disappeared in the midst, he hadn’t made a choice.

This time, it simply displayed a number.

Does this mean that whether he was willing or not, his name was already listed?

Number 7, was this the code assigned to him?

Strangely, although Ji Dong still hadn’t figured out what this suddenly emerged circle of light on his arm was all about, he felt inside that this thing must be incredibly important!

Otherwise, how could he explain all those unimaginable things happening around him and to him recently?

Ji Dong only thought for a while, then made up his mind.

He unplugged the IV needle from the back of his hand, dressed in his hospital gown, and stepping down from the hospital bed, his bare feet touched the cold floor, instantly sending a chill up his legs.

The person became much more alert from that groggy state.

The pale blue circle of light kept flashing, soliciting his opinion.

From outside the hospital room in the corridor, came a flurry of hurried footsteps, likely a group of medical staff coming to check on his condition.

Ji Dong did not hesitate a bit, his finger pressed the center of the circle of light.

Xiao’ai had disappeared, nowhere to be found, and no matter the reason, he, as a soldier, was willing to fight for the world apocalypse.

He harbored a hope; Xiao’ai’s disappearance was too bizarre. Could it be related to this apocalyptic catastrophe? If he got involved, perhaps he might have a chance to see Xiao’ai again in the future.

Even if it meant death, it was alright, as long as they could meet.

When a group of medical staff arrived upon hearing the news, Ji Dong had already disappeared with a pale blue glow inside the intensive care ward.

"Where’s the patient?"

*

Capital City, in the center of the Underground City, the national hub center, boasting the strongest security system and the most lavish survival conditions.

After ending a strenuous meeting discussion, an exhausted Shen Han irritably slammed the door, fiercely tore off the tie around his neck, and stood in the spacious and empty luxurious room, suddenly sneering a few times.

The Shen Family, truly innately shrewd, could always find suitable spaces to live in no matter the dire circumstances, and never settle for less.

Shortly after the last nation-wide relocation effort began, the Shen Family had used a tremendous amount of materials to force him back to Capital City, willing to exchange these with the leaders of the Underground City in C City. For this, they even managed to cut through red tape to bring him back hard from the locality to Capital City.

Saying that he was forcibly brought back was not quite accurate; for that batch of materials, Shen Han was also more than willing.

After all, when the disaster first struck, as a local enterprise, their Shen Family did not shoulder a specific responsibility, but this time, his attitude was not much opposed either, his silence was tantamount to consent.

On the way back, he had personally experienced how the Shen Family’s intelligence had really gained them quite some advantages in this national crisis.

The Shen Family’s intention to bring him back was also hoping that he could collaborate with the two leading figures of the Shen Family to seize the most substantial advantage in this cutthroat negotiation.

But...

Shen Han looked around at the abundance of luxury that had hardly changed from before and couldn’t help feeling cold inside.

If he hadn’t returned to Capital City, he wouldn’t have known that not only the entire country, but even the entire world was steeped in dire straits, with the apocalyptic disaster right before their eyes. Yet, there were still so many people, instead of caring about the survival fate common to all mankind, blushing and arguing at the negotiating table over the little power of speech and self-interest.