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Transforming Succubus: Almost Doomsday

The apocalypse was nigh. A few humans awakened as pioneers. They were granted the privilege to step forward and travel to different "versions" of the world. Their duty was to venture into these various versions of the world to obtain power, artifacts, and information and then return to the original world to prevent the disaster of the apocalypse. But the disgrace of the pioneers — different pioneer Zhou Baiyu — made an immense contribution to all of humanity. Through his unremitting efforts... the apocalypse eventually did not come to pass. At the same time, he also made a tremendous contribution to the demons. Through his unremitting efforts... it was very nearly, by a hair's breadth, that the apocalypse descended. The story... must start with his transformation of the succubus.

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Chapter 28: Summer Vacation Homework

Version 1.44.

In the history that has been pieced together so far, the true end of humanity is version 1.50.

And then the arrival of the post-apocalyptic era is version 2.0.

Zhou Baiyu had always wanted to know, if in some version, he caused a major event...

would the butterfly effect create huge changes in the future of humanity?

He became excited and had a hunch that the opportunity to verify all this was today.

"Eh?"

Ling Hansu was puzzled:

"How did you deduce this?"

"Just listen and do as told. We're the pioneers; I am the attendant with strong physique, you're the special agent who may not be able to think clearly but definitely retains your skills."

It is worth mentioning that this special agent, Snow Demon, didn't seem like a domestic operative but more like someone from Soviet Russia.

Aquiline nose, supermodel facial structure, golden hair.

If she had that kind of stoic, reserved expression, it would look really cool.

But Ling Hansu somehow managed to give this body a bit of a dazed and cute touch.

"So our physical condition is actually much better than these frail residents. When the time comes, I will go around and ask how each household has been doing recently, if they have any needs, and judge their situation based on those needs. If diplomacy doesn't work, then we'll resort to force."

"Since they don't turn into monsters during the day... then during the day, these people also cannot pose a threat to us."

Zhou Baiyu clearly had a plan in his mind.

He slowly walked into the deep shadows, his whole body disappearing into the dimness.

As Ling Hansu watched this scene, she suddenly felt afraid.

The Blood Hunter is also hiding in this building, right? Mister Zhou Baiyu... isn't scared at all?

Of course Zhou Baiyu was scared.

He even speculated that those hunting him had already begun their preparations.

A seven-story building with two households per floor, the area wasn't large.

The opponent was still very strong; he wasn't sure which of the nine professions they belonged to.

Zhou Baiyu could only gamble.

Once inside the building, the light obviously dimmed a lot.

Thud, thud, thud.

The strange noise came from the ground again.

It was as if something was striking the ground forcefully.

The noise was very abnormal, clearly indicating that the building had a basement level.

But he did not choose to go down.

Zhou Baiyu stood on the first floor and looked to the left. There was an upside-down 'fu' character on the old security door.

Although some remarks still appeared in his eyes, most of them were of no value.

Zhou Baiyu didn't think his mutated abilities would be of any use either.

Seeing the atmosphere so silent, and Zhou Baiyu even putting his ear to the door, Ling Hansu became nervous too.

"Cough cough... cough cough cough..."

The sound of a middle-aged man's coughing came from inside the room.

Zhou Baiyu was focused.

He seemed to hear the opening of a drawer and the faint sound of grains hitting a plastic bottle.

Shortly after, the coughing eased a bit.

A sigh filled with emotion relaxed Zhou Baiyu slightly.

He knocked on the door:

"Hello, do you need any help?"

Zhou Baiyu wasn't in a hurry to reveal his identity.

But from his previous observations, he noticed that these people seemed very frail.

He sensed greed and fear in their eyes.

A moment later, the door opened.

A middle-aged man who looked like he had overdosed on drugs, skin and bones with no eyebrows left, stared at Zhou Baiyu with a strange look:

"What are you doing? What's the matter? I'm not disabled!"

His gaze was cautious, his words tinged with anticipation.

Zhou Baiyu was certain that there were no surveillance cameras in this building, and the people around seemed to be quite wary of building number 92.

In a flash of thought, the next second, Zhou Baiyu's hand shot out and grabbed the middle-aged man's throat!

The feeling of suffocation made the middle-aged man want to resist.

But with the explosive strength of the attendant's physique, Zhou Baiyu gripped his throat and with a light bump, rushed into the room.

The frail middle-aged man had no chance of holding up even one round against Zhou Baiyu.

Ling Hansu covered her mouth to keep from crying out, but Zhou Baiyu had already gestured for her to follow.

The fight was over.

The middle-aged man had been knocked out by a chop of Zhou Baiyu's hand.

"Don't just stand there, close the door and quickly hide inside. While no one has noticed us yet."

Ling Hansu obediently dashed inside.

At this moment, in various pioneer transit stations... many eyes were observing.

It was truly a grand event.

Apart from the time when those leading guild leaders fought in the level A corrupt zone of Nightmare Bridge in the 2.0 version, it had been quite a while since there were so many observers actively spying on a certain journey.

These observers from the transit stations all focused their attention on Snow Demon.

Although they found they could not observe through Jiang Xianwu's perspective, as Jiang Xianwu seemed to have activated some sort of viewing block,

being able to observe Snow Demon was just as good.

Jiang Xianwu was just an incapable Mutator, without the help of Snow Demon, the Sky Eye, he would definitely have been unable to survive.

First-tier Mutators are very clear to many pioneers about how troublesome they are.

Obviously, although Jiang Xianwu is arrogant and flamboyant, his biggest reliance must inevitably be the Snow Demon.

Not everyone thinks this way, but indeed a considerable number of people do.

However, what transpired next caught some of the observers off guard.

"I have already tied this person up. It has been confirmed for now that this person is a common human."

"If he wakes up, knock him out, don't give him the chance to make any noise, before nightfall... you should be very safe."

"Next, I need you to keep hiding here, making no noise, unless you are in mortal danger, then I allow you to scream loudly, otherwise stay quiet."

"Also, do not leave this room. If someone knocks at the door, wait for the other person to speak first. If I knock, I will definitely talk first. Otherwise, it is not me."

Zhou Baiyu said so much, and Ling Hansu heard it:

"You... you mean to say, you want me to stay here without moving? Don't you need my help? I am Sky Eye, I can be very useful!"

Ling Hansu was actually somewhat anxious.

Zhou Baiyu smiled and shook his head:

"I don't need your help. There are too many people watching you right now, if you follow me, how can I make a fortune?"

Having said that, Zhou Baiyu suddenly waved his hand, and actually began to wave:

"I hope you all will observe more. When I return to the transfer station, tell me what you have discovered. I wish you a pleasant observation. Now, I am going to clear the level. Unfortunately, you won't be able to see."

This gesture and these words were naturally not meant for Ling Hansu, but for those who were observing Zhou Baiyu from her perspective.

Countless watchers in the transfer stations exploded, and once again, in the Pioneers' forum, various mocking comments appeared.

"Has Jiang Xianwu gone mad?"

"Not mad, just stupid, he is actually giving up his greatest help?"

"I originally thought this person's arrogance was backed by capability, but now it seems he is just lucky. Does he know how much information a Sky Eye can provide?"

As these posts kept popping up, Zhou Baiyu couldn't see them, but he could imagine the surprise and dissatisfaction of these people.

He didn't care at all, patted Ling Hansu on the shoulder, and began to exert his orator's traits:

"Snow Demon, remember my words. No matter what noises you hear, do not leave this place."

"This game is very simple, as long as you obey, you will win, if you don't listen, you won't have the chance to cooperate with me in the future."

Normally, it should be the Mutators who are eager to cooperate with the watchers.

But when Zhou Baiyu said it, it made the watchers feel... as if they had become the inferior profession.

Especially the Snow Demon's reaction, although she really wanted to help Jiang Xianwu, she actually nodded obediently in the end, indicating she would comply.

Since when did noble watchers need to cooperate with a Mutator to such an extent?

A considerable number of watchers now had only one thought:

I really fucking want to see Jiang Xianwu get killed by a Hunter...

Unfortunately, they were doomed not to see it happen.

Zhou Baiyu then settled Ling Hansu and began to observe the room.

Soon, he discovered the family portrait.

Placed at the living room's TV cabinet position, though the TV was no longer usable and covered in dust.

But the frame of the photograph was wiped clean.

A man and a woman, the man was not as frail in earlier years, he was even quite strong.

Zhou Baiyu surveyed the 80-plus square meters three-bedroom, one-hall house.

He found no traces of a woman having lived there.

"A man and a woman, newly married not long ago, the woman probably died in the pre-apocalyptic era. But the man has survived until now."

"The man's initial gaze was somewhat greedy, indicating he has some kind of desire... So he shouldn't be in despair. My target isn't him."

Having reached this conclusion... Zhou Baiyu noticed something was off.

A white piece of paper, stuck to the fridge.

This looked quite ordinary, and it's not strange to stick something on the fridge.

But Zhou Baiyu now had the eyesight of an attendant, and his vision was very good.

"Homework for the summer break?"

Upon getting closer, Zhou Baiyu was shocked to discover that what was stuck to the fridge was a page from a homework exercise book.

Math problems.

"At least it's high school math problems... no, more complicated, I don't even know how to do them."

"The apocalypse descends, people are starving to bones, yet they hole up at home doing advanced math problems?"

A sense of eeriness arose in an instant.

"This house has never had a woman living in it, there isn't even a child's room, and most importantly... this sheet of homework paper is fairly new."

Thud.

A noise came from underground again. Looking at the scribbled handwriting on that homework paper, seemingly like that of an elementary school student's.

Feeling the strange noises coming from below.

The day wasn't over yet, but a sense of horror stemming from the bizarre began to emerge.

Zhou Baiyu didn't linger there for too long.

After walking out the door, he began heading towards another room.

At the same time, in the building, a man suddenly awoke.

Although this body appeared somewhat frail, his strength had not diminished.

And in Blood Hunting Mode... he could smell the scent of his prey's blood.

He pushed open the door, ecstatic, for such a narrow building where everyone was confined.

No need for disguise, no need for strategies. Just find the target and kill the target.

Among the nine professions, the Mountain Breaker, who worships the God of Strength and Destruction, is the most pure fighter. In such a cramped environment, neither Mutators nor Sky Eyes stand a chance against them.

The Blood Hunt was simpler than he had imagined—

"Jiang Xianwu, I am coming to kill you!"

(Wow, such a long chapter, afraid but good job, author.)