The day finally comes

On this day, Eugene didn't even let Cathy and the others come over. Instead, he chose to stay alone in the room, with only Leopard accompanying him.

As time ticked away and night fell, he lay in bed, eyes wide open, unable to sleep.

After a night passed, it was the 16th day of the apocalypse!

Eugene woke up to find it was still pitch black outside. He glanced at his phone to check the time: June 16th, 4:12 in the morning.

In his previous life, he had died on June 15th.

So!

This wasn't his dying hallucination; it had actually happened.

He had been reborn!

With memories intact and countless resources at his disposal!

Haha!

Eugene even called Dorothy.

"Hello—" Dorothy's voice sounded a bit lazy, indicating she was probably awakened by Eugene.

Of course, it was just after 4 AM!

"Eugene, you better have a good reason for waking me up, or I'll beat you up!" she said.

Eugene chuckled, "I'm not dreaming, am I?"

"You're calling me in the middle of the night just to ask if you're dreaming?" Dorothy's voice rose, clearly annoyed.

"Who's that?" Another woman's voice came from the side, sweet and soft, giving one a tingling sensation.

Eugene's heart skipped a beat.

Was that Dorothy's best friend, "Erica"?

Were they sleeping together?

Eugene felt even more intrigued. He wished he could jump out of the phone to see for himself. Could he join in this "battle"?

Dorothy sure was something!

He wondered if she was still untouched.

After being betrayed in his past life, Eugene now probably cared a lot about a woman's purity.

"Okay, as long as I'm not dreaming, you can go back to sleep," Eugene said and promptly hung up.

This left Dorothy fuming. She couldn't believe he'd wake her up and then hang up after a single sentence.

No way!

Unable to sleep anymore, Dorothy tried calling Eugene back but found his phone was off.

—Eugene had turned it off.

"You jerk, Eugene!" Dorothy was furious.

Finally, dawn broke.

Eugene got up, stretched, feeling refreshed.

From the 15th to the 16th, he felt like a new person.

No more worries or regrets.

He had indeed been given a new life!

This time, he would live it to the fullest, without any constraints.

Who could stop him?

A mischievous smile curled up at the corners of Eugene's mouth.

What to do today?

Eugene thought of his ex-wife. Since it was past the 15th, he should let go of the past.

Well, it was time to deal with her.

Eugene didn't plan to go out himself. Instead, he grabbed a microphone, connected it to a speaker, opened the window, and turned the volume to the max: "Dear neighbors, there's a reward for capturing someone named Claire. Whoever captures her alive will receive two boxes of instant noodles or an equivalent amount of food."

With that, he quickly closed the window.

The cold wind was chilling.

He might be okay, but the whole community went into an uproar.

You see, as time progresses in the apocalypse, the scarcity of food and clean water becomes more severe. Today, two boxes of instant noodles are worth far more than they were on the first or second day of the apocalypse.

These food items are enough to drive people crazy.

In a room within the community:

Claire paced back and forth, her face incredibly grim. She had just learned that Devon was dead. With one less ally, the news left her feeling both resentful and desperate. Then the announcement blared through the community, chilling her to the bone.

Every man for himself!

She wasn't Devon. Who would fear her?

So, anyone could be a threat to her now!

Who could she trust?

Lost in thought, she bumped into someone unexpectedly.

It was Damon.

Claire's heart tightened when she saw the kitchen knife in Damon's hand and the murderous look on his face. He opened his mouth, seemingly to speak.

In that split second, she had one thought:

Strike first!

She immediately swung her fruit knife.

Splat!

Damon didn't even resist. Caught off guard, he was slashed across the throat, blood spurting out like a fountain.

He stared at Claire with disbelief, seemingly never expecting her to attack him.

Claire's eyes flashed with a ruthless gleam. You harm me, I won't spare you!

Think you can catch me and claim a reward from Eugene?

Think again!

Just then, two men burst into the room, freezing at the sight before them.

Claire quickly explained, "It was Damon. He wanted to capture me for the reward from Eugene. Don't misunderstand!"

The two men were Pratt and Mitchel—Mitchel was Janice's husband, the talkative one. They looked at the body on the floor, then at Claire, smirking.

"Haha!"

"Hahahaha!"

They burst into laughter, as if they had just heard the funniest joke.

Confused, Claire asked, "What's so funny?"

"We were just discussing sending you to Eugene," Pratt sneered, "Damon overheard us and chased after you. We wanted to kill him, but he ended up here anyway. Just that—"

Who would have thought Claire would be the one to kill someone who was on her side?

Ironic and ridiculous.

Normally, with Damon's help, Claire wouldn't dare to act rashly. Even in a 2v2 situation, she might not win. And Pratt and Mitchel would also have to consider the potential cost of a victory.

Should they continue?

But now?

Haha!

Claire trembled. She had ruined her own chances. How could she, a woman, face two men?

Why had she acted so impulsively?

Why didn't she let Damon speak?

He clearly wanted to say something. She had been too hasty, too eager to strike first.

No, she shouldn't blame herself. It was Damon's fault. He could have spoken up immediately. Why let her misunderstand?

Under such circumstances, anyone would have acted rashly, right?

She naturally wouldn't blame herself but shifted the blame onto Damon, pushing that thought aside. Waving the fruit knife in her hand, she shouted, "Stay away! Don't come any closer!"

Pratt and the other guy sneered. If Damon had been there, they might have hesitated. But Claire alone?

Heh.

They approached her from both sides.

Eugene opened the door to send Cathy and the others away. He grinned, satisfied but maybe a bit too satisfied. They had played for a full two and a half hours!

"I can't do this next time. Even though I'm still young and in better shape than most, this is exhausting. If I overdo it, I might collapse."

"Alright, only one round tomorrow!"

Just as he was "reflecting" on this, the doorbell from the basement rang. Eugene checked the surveillance.

Three people. He recognized two of them. One was Janice's husband, and the other was his ex-wife, Claire. She looked terrible, hands tied, face bruised, and her expression full of resentment.

High efficiency, indeed.

Eugene smirked and opened the door cheerfully. If this was a trap, and the talkative guy tried to deceive him to capture him, they would be swallowed mercilessly by the Door of Space.

However, the talkative guy was incredibly obsequious, bowing and scraping.

Eugene sighed. The man's backbone had already broken. After playing with his wife, he could still greet him with such a smile, showing how utterly submissive he was.

Boring!

Pointing to two boxes of instant noodles inside, Eugene said, "Take them."

The talkative guy and his companion were thrilled. They pushed Claire in first, then grabbed a box each and ran. Eugene pressed a button to close the iron door and looked at his ex-wife indifferently.

Claire tried to suppress her resentment and forced a smile. "Eugene, there have been too many misunderstandings between us—"

Eugene interrupted her with a hand gesture. "What do you think of this place?"

Claire was taken aback for a moment before replying, "It's great, just great!"

Of course, how could it not be? With heating and electricity, even a former big star and a high-class woman like her would beg Eugene to let her stay.

Finally, she understood what Eugene had spent two months renovating the villa for.

Eugene smiled, pushing her upstairs.