Chapter 127: The Doomsday Martyr – 10

Ren Xin leaped directly onto Wen Ci, wrapping her legs around his waist. Despite the intimacy, her voice was full of mock disdain. “Young man, you need to be a bit bolder! See? A beautiful girl has already thrown herself into your arms.”

Surprise flickered in Wen Ci’s eyes for a moment before he supported her weight with his hands. He gave her an amused kiss and cautioned, “A fierce beast escaped below. It might be on the loose, and I’m not sure how dangerous it is. Don’t go out. Be good and stay here, alright?”

Ren Xin smacked her lips after the kiss, feeling it wasn’t quite enough. Wait, what did he say? Telling a ginseng to ‘be good’? This gigolo was getting out of line!

Before leaving, Wen Ci pressed Ren Xin against the door and kissed her thoroughly. He placed her back on the bed, repeatedly emphasizing that it wasn’t safe outside and that she shouldn’t wander off.

Ren Xin gave him a reassuring look. That ‘fierce beast’ had already become her mount; she was perfectly safe.

Only then did Wen Ci feel at ease enough to leave.

Book Spirit Number One finally spoke up. “Host, I don’t think this man is all that great.”

“You actually have feelings?”

“Of course. For instance, I feel like you’re pretty mediocre too!”

Ren Xin: “…”

Book Spirit Number One was promptly muted.

Ren Xin didn’t listen to the warnings. She put on her invisibility gear and began strolling around the area with swagger.

This underground structure was actually fifty stories deep. The original owner and her group had initially lived on the forty-fifth floor. From the forty-fifth to the fiftieth floor, it was a literal living hell.

Ren Xin had gathered some information from the original owner’s memories. The people on the top floors had no food, so they ate anything: corpses, rats, their own companions…

Those people could no longer be called human. She decided to skip the upper levels and head down from the forty-fifth floor instead.

Ren Xin wandered slowly. Whenever she saw someone truly pitiful, she would give them a bit of food—usually a pound or two—or perhaps some water. But if she ran into an exploiter, well, she wasn’t so polite; she would happily help herself to everything they had.

Book Spirit Number One asked, “Host, doesn’t acting like this make you a martyr too?”

Ren Xin thought about it and replied, “Not really. I call this clearing out my inventory in exchange for Virtue Points.”

Book Spirit Number One curled its lip. She certainly knew how to spin a concept to her advantage.

Three years into the apocalypse, it was rare to see the elderly or children. So, when Ren Xin spotted a little girl around six years old, she found it quite unusual.

The girl was kneeling on the ground, begging everyone for help. She pleaded for someone to save her mother, saying her mother was sick.

No one reacted. They walked past the girl with cold indifference until, finally, the girl gave up in despair, looking utterly lost.

Trembling, she stood up and began the arduous trek back home. Ren Xin followed behind her. It was clear the little girl had been crying, but she was sensible enough not to make a sound, her shoulders merely heaving with suppressed sobs.

The little girl stopped at the entrance of a small, partitioned room. She took several deep breaths to compose herself before pushing the door open with a smile.

Ren Xin followed her inside and watched as the girl spoke to her mother, who was lying on the floor. “Mama, please hold on a little longer, okay? You’re my only family left. I’ll go out and beg again in a bit. I’m sure a kind person will save you. If all else fails…”

A stern expression appeared on the mother’s sallow, ashen face. “I won’t allow it. If you don’t want me to die in agony, get that idea of selling yourself out of your head. My treasure, you must live well. Don’t blame anyone; everyone is having a hard time. Just looking after oneself is difficult enough…”

The little girl’s facade of strength finally crumbled. She slumped against her mother’s arm and sobbed quietly, whispering over and over, “Mama… Mama…”

Ren Xin could tell the mother wouldn’t last through the night. Long-term malnutrition combined with heavy physical labor was enough to break anyone.

But now that the Ginseng Spirit was here, there was no need for her to die.

Ren Xin rummaged through her space and pulled out some Spirit Spring water she had received as a reward earlier, placing it beside the girl.

The sudden appearance of an object out of thin air startled both the girl and her mother. The little girl saw a note left beside it, stating that the water could cure her mother’s illness.

The girl nearly screamed in delight, though a hint of doubt followed. Could this really be true?

Before leaving, Ren Xin left enough food and water for the mother and daughter to last about a month.

The girl and her mother stared at the items that had appeared out of nowhere. Looking at the food and supplies, they glanced at each other. Had a god or an immortal visited them?

The little girl knelt and bowed repeatedly toward the food, crying as she promised that she would repay this kindness in the future.

Ren Xin had already moved on. Having done her good deed for the day, she felt as though her Virtue Points were about to overflow.