Just call the polar bear

My name is Zhang Yanhang, just an ordinary Awakener and a part-time college student living a monotonous life, following the routine of school, cultivation, and home. I neither smoke nor drink; my only hobby is observing humanity during moments when time stands still.
I thought my dull life would continue forever, but one night, as I lay in bed ready to sleep, I unexpectedly stumbled upon something interesting.
【Enter the Ashen World?】
【Option One: Yes (Successfully enter the Ashen World and gain the ability to digitize your body as well as ways to become stronger, the price might be oversleeping and being late for school tomorrow.)】
【Option Two: No (Refuse to enter the Ashen World but feel it's a waste to sleep immediately, so decide to stay up all night gaming and cultivating, the price might be oversleeping and being late for school tomorrow.)】
【Option Three: Ignore for Now (Suggested for those with difficulty making decisions, you will agonize over whether to enter the Ashen World and will only fall asleep at two in the morning, the price might be oversleeping and being late for school tomorrow.)】
ps: The protagonist is not saintly, is decisive and ruthless, and thinks differently from the average person. Please refrain from criticism if this is not to your taste.

Ashen God

Even a genuine military bulletproof helmet couldn't block a close-range rifle shot, only managing to deflect stray bullets, let alone an olive football helmet. So, as soon as the five football zombies emerged, Zhang Yanhang had already skillfully taken them out with controlled bursts.


The bullets, enhanced by the Gun Master's Attack Power, penetrated the frontal protection of the football helmets, smoothly entered the zombies' skulls, and after shredding their brains, burst out from the backside protection of the helmets.


The entire process was extraordinarily smooth; the bullets hardly met any resistance and even lodged deeply into the concrete wall behind the football zombies.


Of course, this isn't to say that the football helmets didn't serve any purpose during this process. They did, to some extent, like catching the fragmented skulls and chunky brain tissues of the football zombies, allowing their corpses to remain as intact as possible after death.


Chapter 192: It Doesn't Matter Anymore