At eleven o'clock at night, Xiao Jun stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window of the room.
Usually at this time, most people would have already gone home, but today was different.
As the Double Eleven shopping carnival, there were still seas of people in the shopping malls and plazas at this time.
Bet you didn't expect that I escaped disaster in my previous life precisely because I was single.
No wonder people always say, showing affection leads to fast death.
Sure enough, retribution is about to arrive soon.
Glancing at the new mechanical watch he just bought, although it wasn't a famous brand, it still cost Xiao Jun his last five thousand yuan.
As the second hand made a full circle, the minute hand also jumped to the 11 o'clock position.
A heavy rain suddenly started to fall outside, and the apocalypse began.
The people now still won't feel anything is wrong, it's just rain, very normal.
Looking at the people below scrambling to take shelter from the rain in shopping malls, a hint of ridicule appeared on Xiao Jun's face.
Shopping malls are at most five or six stories high, by tomorrow morning they would probably be already submerged.
The rain kept falling without stopping, and falling harder and harder. Xiao Jun's face was expressionless, with no visible emotions of joy, anger, sorrow or happiness.
An hour quickly passed. The flood waters were visibly rising rapidly.
At first there were still a few cars on the roads. Now they could be seen at all.
After watching for a while longer, Xiao Jun, who already knew the outcome, lost interest and yawned as he returned to the comfortable big bed.
When waking up tomorrow, the world will have changed.
He didn't know how long he had slept. When Xiao Jun got up, it was still pitch black outside, and there was no sign of the rain weakening at all.
Looking out the window, the city had become a vast ocean.
From Xiao Jun’s point of view, he could just see the shopping mall across the street. Yesterday, it was still crowded with seas of people, lively and bustling, but today, only a roof could be seen.
Just here, at least tens of thousands must have drowned last night.
Xiao Jun's heart was completely calm, with no ripples at all. In a real apocalypse, every day tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands died, until humans rebuilt Future City and it got a little better.
Suddenly there was a loud knocking at the door, mixed with a few heart-wrenching cries.
The sound insulation effect of the presidential suite was very good, yet sounds could still be heard coming through, which was enough to prove how miserable the crying was outside.
Through the peephole one could see that the 21st floor corridor was already packed with people, many wearing only pajamas and holding mobile phones, looking like people who had narrowly escaped from lower floors.
This was just the beginning. Heading upwards was just their instinct to survive. They still wouldn't understand the horror of doomsday yet.
The presidential suite was equipped with all kinds of tools. Xiao Jun went to the kitchen and started cooking rice. By tonight, electricity, water and natural gas would stop working completely, so he had to take this chance to stir-fry the vegetables and meat thoroughly while he still could.
Eating cold food was still better than having nothing to eat.
After working busily for a morning, Xiao Jun stir-fried all the vegetables and meat he bought yesterday and arranged them neatly on plates. He also opened a self-heating cooked rice.
Time to eat! Fragrant and steaming, how pleasant.
The cries outside the door persisted only for a while before disappearing. Screaming continuously was also tiring.
By this time, still being able to roam freely online basically meant they were high floor residents, so they still had leisure time to chatter idly.
But at most after one more day, they should understand.
At 11 pm, Xiao Jun had just taken a hot shower and changed into new clothes when all the lights in the room suddenly went out completely.
The electrical system had completely collapsed.
Cries rose again from the corridor.
This time, they were not coming from a single person.
Originally, the faint corridor lights still gave them some sense of safety, but now even that was gone.
Darkness always made people feel more panic.
No electricity meant no internet. What's more, some people with phones that still had battery were shocked to find no signals at all.
Darkness and hunger, the crowds were becoming increasingly terrified. No one knew how long this rain would last.
People had started knocking on doors one by one, hoping someone inside would open the door.
Staying inside a room was still much better than sleeping in the corridor.
Xiao Jun's room door was also inevitably knocked.
Xiao Jun, who was watching the rain by the window, didn't even turn his head. After a while, possibly because they were too noisy, Xiao Jun returned to the room.
Closing the room door finally blocked out those sounds.
Sleep, sleep. It was only the first day, too early.
The next morning.
The rain showed no sign of stopping at all. The sounds outside were much lesser.
After a day and night with no food, no one had the strength to shout anymore.
Even if some people had brought along snacks, they must have finished them all yesterday.
Bang bang bang.
Fierce knocking sounded again. Xiao Jun still ignored it.
"Mr. Xiao, I know you're inside. I was the one who opened the room for you and kept it open for two days."
"We're all fellow countrymen. Can you please let us in? The presidential suite is so big. We can even just sleep in the living room."
Unexpectedly this time, in addition to the knocking, a woman's voice came through as well.
It was the front desk girl who opened the room for him. Didn't expect she had also escaped to the top floor.
"You inside, open the door quickly. I'm the boss of Jiancheng Company. As long as you let me in, when the rain stops, I'll give you one million, no, five million."
A middle-aged male voice followed. Xiao Jun still just laughed contemptuously, not answering at all.
"Hey you inside, if you don't open the door soon, don't blame us for being impolite."
The knocking grew heavier, seeming to have started using tools. Sure enough, when soft means failed, they turned to hard ones. Such was human nature.
Xiao Jun was completely fearless. After all this was the presidential suite. The quality couldn't be that bad.
Plus this group hadn't eaten for a day and night and didn't have powerful tools on hand. There's no way they could forcibly break down the door.
Sure enough, after five or six minutes the pounding stopped. Xiao Jun leisurely turned on the gas stove to cook some instant noodles for himself.
"Mm, so delicious."
After six years of famine-like living, anything he ate now was enjoyable for Xiao Jun.
He also opened a soft drink, Assam milk tea this time instead of Coke.
Drinking too much Coke wasn't good, it killed sperm.
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e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
ver to a world of cultivation and returned invincible. Modern medicine is child's play compared to elixirs; technological might crumbles before true cultivation. My name is Qin Ning, Earth's sole cultivator!
