【Disgust Points +20】

Beautiful.

Shen Nanchu hadn’t expected Song Qingyang to still have so much disgust left to squeeze out of him.

What a win.

“Proud but miserable”—that was Song Qingyang in a nutshell.

The wealthy, handsome image he’d worked so hard to build crumbled in an instant.

Li Mei didn’t seem too bothered, but Fang Jie’s gaze at Song Qingyang carried a hint of disappointment.

The villagers of Wang Family Village weren’t particularly fazed either.

In these times, anyone who could drive a four-wheeled car was damn impressive.

Song Qingyang tried desperately to salvage his crumbling reputation.

“My father often accompanies high-ranking officials to various events. He’s even met commanders a few times,” he boasted.

Shen Nanchu, “…”

Commanders?

She could call a commander “Dad” too.

Hell, she’d even slept with a future commander.

(¬､¬)

Big deal.

The villagers of Wang Family Village had never seen such high-ranking officials in their lives.

They crowded around Song Qingyang, firing questions left and right.

Meanwhile, Shen Nanchu had already dug out the bones. If she didn’t take them back, how could she prove her skills? She wasn’t just bluffing.

Not picky about tools, she grabbed the bamboo basket Yu Lanhua had used to scatter corn seeds and dumped all the bones inside.

Wang Jianguo watched nervously.

“Comrade Shen, is it alright to pack them like that?”

“No problem. I can put them back together.”

Shen Nanchu added silently in her mind:

It’s just a wild boar skeleton—not exactly priceless.

The system, witnessing the entire scene, fell into momentary silence.

“Host, you actually studied archaeology?”

Shen Nanchu: “Nope.”

System: “Then how are you gonna reassemble them later?”

Shen Nanchu: “With my hands?”

System: “You really know how?”

Shen Nanchu: “Guaranteed.”

System: “How’d you even learn this skill?”

Shen Nanchu: “Killed enough, so it just came naturally.”

Killed enough?

The system’s CPU nearly short-circuited.

Since when did its host know how to butcher pigs?

How had it missed that?

Panicking, the system pulled up Shen Nanchu’s profile.

After reading it, the system trembled.

It had captured the wrong person—someone with the same name.

「Host Profile」

Name: Shen Nanchu

Codename: Black Gardenia

Threat Level: SSS+

Life Creed: “In the apocalypse, morality is a luxury. I am a necessity.”

Background: Former Biologist → Post-Apocalyptic Predator

Alignment: True Neutral (Loyal only to self-interest)

Skill Assessment: Intelligence, Physique, Aesthetics, Labor—SSS (Note: No moral bottom line—when necessary, none exists.)

Psychological Analysis:

Surface—Lazy, elegant, speaks with a mocking smile.

Core—Ruthlessly logical. All kindness is a trap.

Known History Highlights:

– Blew up former employer’s shelter, stole all experimental data.

– Manipulated three survivor camps into mutual destruction.

– Successfully decapitated a zombie king…

Critical Warning:

If seeking cooperation—Prove your usefulness and absolute obedience.

If seeking conflict—Make sure your grave is already dug.

File Classification: Ω-Level (Restricted to high clearance)

Note: “If encountered, drop weapons and raise hands—she might spare unthreatening trash.” (—Survivor’s Handbook, Rule 13)

Self-Destruct After Reading (Author’s Note: File writer has requested transfer.)

…

The host was terrifying. The system was scared.

Shen Nanchu remained blissfully unaware her secrets had been exposed.

On the way back, villagers eagerly greeted her.

“Comrade Shen, done for the day?”

“Here, fresh wild strawberries—sweet as can be!”

“No, try mine! Mine’s better!”

“Take mine instead!”

…

The villagers’ enthusiasm was unprecedented.

Archaeology? Research? Boar bones as ancestral relics?

The folks of Wang Family Village didn’t care about that.

All they knew was this Comrade Shen was a learned woman, well-connected even with big shots in the capital.

When had Wang Family Village ever seen someone this impressive?

And didn’t she just radiate “I’m loaded” energy?

Money plus connections—if they stayed on her good side, maybe she’d lift them out of poverty someday.

The villagers were pragmatic.

They backed the strongest horse.

While Shen Nanchu basked in attention, Song Qingyang’s side was eerily quiet.

Even fellow educated youths who’d once been close to him subtly distanced themselves.

Su Jianzhou excused himself to fetch tools, lagging behind.

Fang Jie hesitated but eventually stayed near Song Qingyang—though not as close as before.

Only Li Mei remained oblivious, chattering away beside him.

Song Qingyang, already irritated, grew even more annoyed.

“Li Mei, can you just shut up for once?”

“Qingyang-ge, I—”

Li Mei clamped her mouth shut, hurt flashing across her face.

Song Qingyang forced patience.

“I have a headache. Need some quiet.”

“Oh! Qingyang-ge, are you okay? I have medicine—I’ll go get it!”

Without waiting, Li Mei sprinted toward the educated youth quarters.

Finally, silence.

Yet Song Qingyang’s anger only grew as he watched Shen Nanchu surrounded by adoring villagers.

He’d planned to use her.

Instead, she ignored him, crushed his pride underfoot, and left him in the dust.

A venomous glint flashed in his eyes.

Shen Nanchu, you’ve asked for this.

Since you won’t play nice, don’t blame me for what comes next.

Jiang Shuyi observed everything.

The enemy of my enemy is my friend.

Shen Nanchu shone too brightly—Jiang Shuyi couldn’t risk Pei Zhengnian’s heart swaying.

He’d arrive in Wang Family Village soon.

Shen Nanchu had to be dealt with. Fast.

A ruthless glint hardened Jiang Shuyi’s eyes.

Every man for himself—survival of the fittest.

Adjusting her pace, Jiang Shuyi deliberately fell back beside Song Qingyang.

“Comrade Song, about today…”

“What, you here to mock me too?” he snapped.

“I don’t mock allies,” Jiang Shuyi said calmly. “We share an enemy.”

“Oh?” Interest flickered in Song Qingyang’s eyes.

…

System: “Host, someone’s plotting against you.”

Shen Nanchu didn’t react. “Hmm.”

System, nervous: “Shouldn’t you… prepare?”

Shen Nanchu: “If fools rush to their doom, why stop them?”

System glitched: “@#￥％& H-host, I’m—I’m on your side! Loyalty guaranteed!”

Shen Nanchu’s brow arched. “You’re acting weird.”

System’s circuits nearly fried: “N-no way!”

Shen Nanchu smirked. “Sucking up this hard—scared of getting fired?”

System: ┭┮﹏┭┮

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