Ning Yu had originally planned to head straight to the grocery section downstairs.
However, passing by the free trade zone, she suddenly had an idea.
She decided to go in and see if she might get lucky and find another task.
The trade zone was bustling with people in the afternoon, with all sorts of items being traded.
Some people sat on the ground calling out to passersby, others were arguing with vendors, seemingly trying to haggle over prices.
Some stalls had no customers, with their owners holding up signs and staring into space out of boredom.
Ning Yu scanned the area but couldn't find any trace of the young girl who had been buying depression medication last time.
She clearly remembered the girl saying she would be there every day, but it wasn't time for her medication yet, so perhaps she had other matters to attend to.
Ning Yu didn't dwell on it too much and started browsing around.
Just like last time, all sorts of peculiar items were being sold or sought after.
Dumbbells, electric fans, tables, rackets - you name it, they had it.
Unfortunately, none of them seemed to be urgently needed items, so no tasks were triggered.
Feeling disappointed, Ning Yu was about to leave and go grocery shopping as originally planned.
Suddenly, she was drawn to a sign at the edge of the crowd.
It belonged to a peculiarly dressed young man, about 25 or 26 years old - not quite old, but not exactly a youth either.
He had a lip piercing, two skull earrings, and rather dramatic hair that seemed to have been dyed at some point but had now considerably faded.
He wore a black T-shirt with strange graphics and ripped jeans.
His features were actually quite refined, but unfortunately, paired with his attire, he gave off a "keep away" vibe.
When children approached to look, their parents quickly pulled them away, warning them "not to go near strange people."
He sat on the ground with a sign that read:
"Selling household items."
However, his stall was empty, suggesting the items were too large to bring out.
This also meant that potential buyers would need to go to his home to see the items.
Ning Yu was incredulous: Brother, with such an intimidating appearance, you're expecting people to come to your house to look at your stuff?
Nevertheless, she decided to try her luck and approached him.
"Excuse me... what items are you selling?"
[Ding! Task triggered: Trade an item with the man.]
[Task reward: 1 random attribute point, 2000 points]
"Oh, just some things I've collected, and some musical instruments..."
The young man looked up and spoke.
His voice was surprisingly gentle, pleasantly soothing to hear, though it created a stark contrast with his appearance.
Hearing about musical instruments, Ning Yu wondered if he might be some underground musician.
"Could I take a look?"
Ning Yu feigned interest: Points, here I come!
"Um... little sister, do you have any family? Would you like to bring them along?"
The young man showed a hesitant expression, clearly aware of the problem with his setup: nobody would dare follow him home!
Yet here was this beautiful silver-haired girl, actually proposing to go see his items.
Though he wasn't a bad person, he worried about what would happen if her family found out and came to accuse him or take her away.
"It's fine, no need!"
Ning Yu smiled softly, appearing innocently gullible. Nearby passersby who witnessed this wanted to step in and warn her.
They feared she might be falling for some trick, following such a scary-looking person.
"Well... shall we go then?"
The young man stopped hesitating - if she wasn't afraid, why should he be?
So they left the free trade zone together.
Ning Yu followed behind him, carefully observing his thin frame that seemed somewhat malnourished.
"Why are you selling your household items?"
She asked casually.
"Well, I'm about to run out of food, so I'm planning to sell some things from home and find a proper job at the base."
Now she understood what he meant.
Soon, they arrived at his apartment building.
The young man took out his keys and opened the door but deliberately left it wide open, presumably to avoid suspicion and to prevent Ning Yu from feeling scared.
Of course, Ning Yu wasn't afraid of him - she wouldn't be afraid even if there were 1000 of him.
His apartment was surprisingly neat, with everything arranged in perfect order, completely different from what Ning Yu had expected.
As someone with mild OCD, Ning Yu found it quite pleasing to the eye.
The entire room had a subtle, pleasant fragrance - it was hard to imagine from his appearance that he was such a clean and orderly person.
"Please come in."
He gestured and walked in first, beginning to bring out items from the room.
Soon he brought out electric guitars, bass guitars, several MIDI keyboards, a mixing console, an electric piano, and other items.
He continued bringing out many related components, all music-related.
"Were you... in a band?"
Ning Yu asked curiously.
The man scratched his head somewhat embarrassedly:
"Yeah... but now with the apocalypse, these things don't mean much anymore. My friends have all gone to work at the base."
"These items have lost their value along with that."
"Rather than letting them collect dust here, might as well sell them to someone who needs them. Some are also consigned by friends."
He glanced at Ning Yu again, thinking that at her age, she was probably still learning basic musical notation in school.
He suddenly felt disappointed, not expecting Ning Yu would want to buy any of these things.
However, after squatting there for so long, he was grateful that someone finally came to inquire - he had almost given up.
"Little sister, how about this? Are you interested?"
He sat on a cajon, which looked like a stool but was actually an instrument that could produce drum sounds when struck while sitting on it.
He tapped out a simple rhythm and nodded along with it, seemingly already imagining the melody.
He thought that among all these items, this simple instrument might be the only thing that could interest Ning Yu.
However, Ning Yu had different ideas.
She stepped forward and turned on the electric piano, listening to the young man's rhythm.
She placed her left hand on the lower register of the piano and started playing a series of bass notes.
"Hm?"
The young man suddenly turned to look at Ning Yu with surprised eyes: this young girl seemed to be playing a walking bass, a simple 2-5-1 progression.
She wasn't rushing into improvisation, but rather seemed to be building up with the rhythm, still in the introductory phase.
"Little sister, have you studied music?"
"Oh wow, not bad!"
Listening to Ning Yu's left-hand playing, he seemed to get excited and moved to the drum set nearby, starting to play a lively rhythm.
Ning Yu glanced at him, her left hand changing the rhythm pattern as her right hand joined in with the melody.
In this corner apartment during the apocalypse, a spontaneous Bossa Nova improvisation suddenly came to life, performed by Ning Yu and this stranger.
The light, lazy, melodious feeling seemed to transport everything back to the time before the apocalypse.
and couldn't return to the real world. Finally, I gave up and decided to go with the flow, only to discover that writing a diary could make me stronger. Since no one could read it, Su Luo wrote freely, daring to pen anything and everything. Female Lead #1: "Not bad. This diary helped me steal all the protagonist's opportunities. I just want to get stronger." Female Lead #2: "I don’t care about reaching the peak of the cultivation world. Right now, I just want to enjoy the chaos." Female Lead #3: "What? Everyone around me is a spy? I’m the Joker Demon Lord?" ... It’s so strange. Why is the plot completely off track, yet the ending remains the same? Are you all just messing with me?!
young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."
grated, and just when he finally managed to get into an elite academy, he discovered that he actually had a system, and the way to earn rewards was extremely ridiculous. So for the sake of rewards, he had no choice but to start acting ridiculous as well. Su Cheng: "It's nothing but system quests after all." But later, what confused Su Cheng was that while he was already quite ridiculous, he never expected those serious characters to gradually become ridiculous too. And the way they looked at him became increasingly strange... (This synopsis doesn't do it justice, please read the full story)
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.
