"Snap."
Qin Yu casually flicked his cigarette into the ashtray on the nightstand.
He turned his head.
At this moment.
On that usually cold face.
A lingering blush remained.
The icy, distant aura that typically kept others at bay.
Had long since melted into a pool of spring water.
A few strands of black hair were damp with sweat.
Sticking to her cheeks.
Those long legs that always wore Black Silk Stockings.
Now lay weakly outside the blanket.
On them.
A few faint red fingerprints were still visible.
They were the "medals" Qin Yu had left behind in his passion moments ago.
"Beast..."
Yao Xue's eyelids fluttered slightly.
As if trying to open, but she was simply too exhausted.
She could only squeeze out those two words through gritted teeth.
Her voice was hoarse.
Carrying a hint of lazy allure.
Where was even a trace of the dignified chief physician's authority now?
"Thanks for the compliment."
Qin Yu grinned.
Reaching out, he gently brushed those stray strands of hair behind her ear.
His fingers touched her burning cheek.
Yao Xue instinctively flinched.
Like a startled rabbit.
"Don't..."
"Don't touch me..."
"I'm falling apart..."
She was genuinely afraid.
This man's stamina.
Was simply a bottomless pit.
Utterly inhuman.
"Alright, alright."
A glistening strand of drool still clung to the corner of Yao Qian's mouth.
Making her look both pitiful and adorable.
"Mmm..."
As if sensing Qin Yu's gaze.
Yao Qian whimpered softly in her sleep.
Rolled over.
And instinctively wrapped her arms around Qin Yu's thigh.
Rubbing her cheek against it.
"Bad Brother Yu..."
"No more..."
"I really can't take any more..."
The corner of Qin Yu's mouth twitched.
This girl.
What on earth was she dreaming about?
"It seems."
"This physical enhancement."
"Really is comprehensive."
Qin Yu clenched his fist.
Feeling the surging sense of power within his body.
It wasn't just combat ability.
Even this aspect of capability.
Had increased exponentially.
S-Class?
Hah.
In this regard.
I'm at least SSS-grade.
He gently removed Yao Qian's hand.
Then pulled the blanket over.
Covering the intimate scene within the room.
"Sleep well."
"Tomorrow."
"Is a new day."
Qin Yu got up.
Picked up his clothes from the floor and put them on.
His movements were light.
Not disturbing them.
He walked out of the bedroom.
Gently closed the door.
Standing in the hallway.
The gentle, teasing expression from before.
Instantly vanished.
Replaced by.
An extreme coldness.
Now that matters at home were settled.
Next.
It was time to look at the outside world.
...
At this moment.
The World Channel.
Exploded.
Completely exploded.
Just ten minutes ago.
A system announcement.
Like a nuclear bomb.
Had blasted the minds of all survivors.
[Global Announcement!]
[Player "Qin Yu" (China Region) has successfully killed "Odin" (Nordic Region)!]
[Congratulations to Player "Qin Yu" for obtaining the title "Godslayer" (Pseudo)!]
[Leaderboard updating...]
[First Place: Solomon (Middle East Region)]
[Second Place: Qin Yu (China Region)]
[Third Place: Black Widow (Americas Region)]
[Fourth Place: Qi Chun (China Region)]
...
Originally.
Although Qin Yu was known.
It was only within District 9527.
Or somewhat famous within the China Region.
After all.
Stockpiling supplies was one thing.
Killing was another.
Especially when the one killed was Odin, the top-ranked player who claimed to possess "Divine Power"!
"Holy shit! Holy shit! Holy shit! I'm at a loss for words—'holy shit' says it all!"
"Odin is dead?! That Odin? Taken out by Qin Yu?!"
"How is that possible! Doesn't Odin have an S-grade Battleship? I heard he even has a hundred Valkyrie Guards! They could drown Qin Yu with just their spit, couldn't they?"
"Hey, upstairs, are you living under a rock? Who is Qin Yu? That's the devil of Zone 9527! I heard he has a Beyond S-Class Weapon!"
"This is terrifying... The world has changed. From now on, steer clear of any ships from the Chinese zone!"
"I don't believe it! It must be cheating! I want to report it too! I want that so-called system!"
"Idiot, go report it to the Grim Reaper."
In the Chat Channel.
It was all spamming.
Fear.
Shock.
Admiration.
Envy.
All kinds of emotions intertwined.
Painting the most genuine portrait of human nature in this apocalyptic world.
...
Middle Eastern waters.
On an extravagantly luxurious golden ship.
Calling it a ship.
Was really calling it a mobile palace.
The deck was covered with expensive Persian carpets.
Even the railings.
Were made of gold.
This was the current top-ranked player.
Solomon.
"Smash!"
A delicate crystal wine glass.
Was violently thrown to the ground.
Red wine spilled everywhere.
Like a shocking pool of blood.
"Can someone tell me!"
"What is going on?!"
A middle-aged man in a white robe with a thick beard.
Was roaring at a row of subordinates before him.
He was Solomon.
Controlling the world's largest oil resources.
Through sheer buying power.
He had forced his way to the number two spot.
Now, with Odin dead.
He had moved up to first place.
But he wasn't happy at all.
Instead.
He was terrified.
"That Qin Yu..."
"What method did he use?"
Solomon grabbed a subordinate by the collar.
Spraying spit all over his face.
"I know Odin's defenses!"
"An S-Class Energy Shield!"
"That's a turtle shell even missiles can't break!"
"How could it just vanish in an instant?!"
The subordinate trembled.
"B... Boss."
"According to intel."
"It seems it was one shot."
"One shot?"
Solomon was stunned.
"What kind of gun can break an S-Class Shield with one shot?"
"Is that fucking a Star-Destroying Cannon?!"
"I... I don't know."
The subordinate was on the verge of tears.
"And... and reportedly."
"Those Valkyries of Odin's."
"Were all recruited by Qin Yu."
"Even that Elena."
"Is now... guarding the door for Qin Yu."
"Hiss—"
Solomon sucked in a sharp breath.
Plonking down on his gem-encrusted chair.
His face pale as a sheet.
Killing.
Crushing morale.
Taking wives.
This Qin Yu.
Was simply an out-and-out devil.
"Hurry!"
Solomon suddenly jumped up.
"Pass down the order!"
"Have our fleet."
"Retreat immediately!"
"Stay far away from the Chinese zone!"
"The farther, the better!"
"And!"
"Sort out those few S-Class Blueprints in the warehouse."
"If... if we ever run into him."
"Consider it a toll!"
He was scared.
Truly scared.
The lives of the rich.
Were more precious than those of the poor.
He didn't want to become the next Odin.
...
American waters.
In a pitch-black mist.
A ship of bizarre design.
It floated silently.
This ship.
Resembled a giant black widow spider.
With eight long mechanical legs.
Plunged into the sea.
Not only could it paddle through water.
But also leap across the ocean's surface like a spider.
This was the third-ranked vessel.
Black Widow's personal craft.
The [S-Class · Toxic Spider Queen].
Inside the cockpit.
A woman in tight leather, with a figure so explosive it was dangerous.
Sat with her legs crossed.
Staring at the screen before her.
On the screen.
Was Qin Yu's profile picture.
Though only a blurry side view.
The overwhelming, domineering aura.
Still hit her like a wave.
"Interesting."
The woman licked her crimson lips.
Playing with a dagger that gleamed with a greenish light.
"Qin Yu..."
"A man from the China region."
"Are they all this fierce?"
She was Black Widow.
Also the head of the world's largest Bounty Hunter Guild.
Before the apocalypse.
The number of politicians and tycoons who had died by her hand.
Was at least eighty, if not a hundred.
She never killed.
By brute force alone.
She relied on poison.
On schemes.
On her beauty.
"That fool Odin."
"Only knew how to charge head-on."
"He deserved to die."
Black Widow chuckled softly.
A sharp glint flashed in her eyes.
"But."
"This Qin Yu."
"He must have plenty of good stuff in his hands."
"That gun..."
She was intrigued.
Not romantically.
But by greed.
"Pass the order."
Black Widow pressed the communicator.
Her voice was lazy yet dangerous.
"Set the 'Spiders' in motion."
"Keep the China region under tight surveillance."
"I want to know."
"What he eats every day."
"How many women he sleeps with."
"How many times he goes to the bathroom."
"Once I find a weakness..."
She slammed the dagger into the table.
Right through the heart of Qin Yu's profile picture.
"I'll make him taste."
"What it means... to die beneath the peony flower."