Volume One, Chapter 16: How Could I Ever Be Attracted to a Woman Like Her?

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Photos capturing Zhang Wei’s relentless slaughter of mechanical creatures spread wildly across major group chats and social circles. Videos of Zhang Wei striking down these mechanical beasts circulated fiercely, each swing of his battle scythe, every flawless kill, a testament to his formidable strength.

“Oh my god, this person is incredible. Can we really be saved?” someone exclaimed, their words laced with a desperate longing for life.

“Does anyone have this guy’s contact information? I can pay him a lot. I want him to protect me,” another pleaded, their voice filled with hope.

Yet, some scoffed at him: “It’s already the end of the world. What use is money now? If he has this power, he should take responsibility.”

This sparked rebuttals: “Nonsense. It’s his own skill, why should he protect you? Is he your father or something?”

“How can you speak like that? Don’t you have any humanity?”

The heated debates flared like wildfire across the various chat groups.

Some voices were full of pleading and hope; others tried to tempt or hire him with money; still others sought to bind him with moral shackles. These competing voices intertwined chaotically, like a dissonant symphony.

But without exception, Zhang Wei’s presence was a breath of fresh air, infusing some with renewed confidence.

For in their eyes, if Zhang Wei could effortlessly slay those mechanical monsters, then perhaps they too could survive—after all, most still possessed mechs.

Meanwhile, Zhang Tao had returned to his family villa. Holding his phone, a disdainful smile played across his face as he scrolled through the screen.

No matter the era, the wealthy always enjoyed privileges.

Though Zhang Wei had wiped out about thirty of Zhang Tao’s men in one go, Zhang Tao still commanded a large following, along with a vast array of mechs.

His family owned a mining company and possessed numerous vehicles.

Outside the Zhang residence, a dozen towering mechs, each nearly ten meters tall, patrolled vigilantly.

“What kind of fools are these? Expecting him to protect you?”

“Absolutely crazy.”

“If he doesn’t kill you on sight, he’s already being merciful.”

“Hey, come inside! Did you get that source crystal?” Zhang Tao called out while scrolling through his phone.

Now disassembled from his mech, Zhang Tao wore a soil-colored mech core around his neck.

As long as the core remained with him, he could merge with his mech at any time. After the mech’s initial transformation, disassembled parts would be stored within the core as if it contained a vast internal space.

“Master, our people are searching. We should have news soon,” a butler-like figure stood before Zhang Tao, showing more reverence than before the apocalypse.

Before the end of the world, Zhang Tao’s displeasure meant little more than a few scoldings, thanks to the rule of law.

Now, in this post-apocalyptic era, death had become a trivial matter.

If Zhang Tao was truly angered, someone would certainly die.

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