"Post-Apocalyptic Male Idol Training: Hundredfold Supplies Return"

In the WeChat group of Ziwang Community, a pink kitten avatar mentioned everyone in the group. 1st Building #1502 Rose Woman: “@everyone, looking to take in a six-pack guy, a puppy-like little brother, and a youthful college student~ (Note: No athletes, foot odor.) Will provide food. Interested, DM me. Send a selfie with a six-pack photo and your height, preferably try singing a bit; I like cute boys, oh~” In the blink of an eye, dozens of messages flooded the chat. 3rd Building #1201 Mysterious George: “What the heck? Who is this wealthy lady upstairs? Who needs a man during these times?” 2nd Building #1304 Waiting for You at West Tower: “Is this just for attention? And what's with the no-athletes clause? Did an athlete offend you? I'm the first to disagree!” Ziwang Community Property Manager Xiao Wang: “@1st Building #1502 Rose Woman, this lady, please refrain from posting inappropriate content during the lockdown! Everyone is struggling right now; if you have excess food, you should distribute it fairly! Don’t go out without permission; I'll find time to come talk to you about material distribution.” Jiang Tao glanced at the messages in the group and snorted coldly. She was being magnanimous by giving those who can swap bodies for food a chance, but why act so self-righteous? Men are really not that smart. Of course, she wasn’t being overly sympathetic; she had been bound to a system called [Material Return System]. The material return system, as the name suggests, means that the more material a man consumes, the more rewards are returned to him. Honestly, Jiang Tao felt pretty unlucky. On July 3, 2026, a new virus swept through, and those isolated at home muddled through a month before facing a second outbreak— thezombie virus—on August 3. In her previous life, Jiang Tao evolved an ice-type ability at C rank, fought her way through zombie hordes with a leader, but before rescue could come, extreme weather hit one after another, forcing her to hide in unexploited mountains, relying on hunting mutated plants and animals to survive. But her C rank ability was just too weak, and one misstep had her swallowed by a mutated flytrap, leading to her immediate rebirth on the tenth day of the apocalypse. Others got to time travel back a whole three months have time-travel at the very least one month would have been nice, giving her some leeway to prepare materials for survival, right? And this ridiculous system, which only rewards her when men consume materials, where was she to find men? Messages continued to attack her in the group, and Jiang Tao found it pointless, tossing her phone aside and turning to cook some instant noodles. For her, there were two pieces of good news: first, the system granted her a ten-cubic-meter storage space, and second, the apocalypse hadn’t fully arrived yet. It had been ten days since the apartment complex was locked down, only half a month remained before the zombie virus outbreak observed in her previous life. As the rich aroma of the instant noodles wafted out, Jiang Tao eagerly slurped up a golden strand of noodles. Delicious! “Useless thing! I told you to go find food and you’ve failed! You even stole the bread I left for Huaiqing!” A sharp voice from downstairs echoed, startling Jiang Tao enough that she almost bit down on her chopsticks. In Apartment 1402, a well-dressed woman was hysterically berating, “If it weren’t for us taking you in, you’d have been eaten by the monsters outside long ago!” Lin Zhihui looked at the raging woman before him, turning his face coldly away. Beside him, Lin Huaiqing was rolling on the couch, his face covered in pimples, the bulk of his body twisting in discomfort: “Mom, my bread, that was the last one! I’m starving; my gastritis is acting up!” “You’re just a jinx! Look at what you’ve done to your brother!” Lin Xingchang sat on the couch, unable to contain his anger as he looked at his disheveled family. Lin Zhihui remained silent, watching the pain in Lin Huaiqing's eyes. A flicker of mockery flashed in them before he quickly lowered his gaze. This sort of drama had played out so many times, Lin Zhihui had long lost count of how many times he’d been misunderstood. Ever since his parents passed away, he had been living under someone else’s roof. Yang Jiao and Lin Huaiqing never liked him, especially Lin Huaiqing, who always tried to trip him up. Now that they were in lockdown, his foster family’s intention to kick him out had become even clearer as they looked for all sorts of trouble. “You little bastard! How dare you talk back?!” Seeing Lin Xingchang’s paternal image fade away, Lin Zhihui stood up, scoffing, “If I’m a bastard, then what are you?” Bang! The sound of a beer bottle hitting something echoed loudly. Lin Zhihui clutched his injured head, slowly retreating to the doorway. Yang Jiao continued her boisterous cursing: “If I had known, I would’ve let you stay in that rundown village for life! If we hadn’t taken you in, could you live such a good life? Ungrateful wretch, don’t you know how to be grateful…” “Isn’t it your family that took my parents’ compensation? Would you even have been able to buy this house without it?” “Get out! Get out of my house!” Bang! Jiang Tao slurped her noodles while listening intently to the argument downstairs. But this had nothing to do with her; it was just a good accompaniment to her meal. Devouring instant noodles, she felt her stomach round and full after three packs. In the post-apocalyptic world, it had become increasingly rare for her to feel so satisfied. After cleaning the kitchen, Jiang Tao did as usual and tossed her trash outside the door. Inside, there were some rotten fruits and leftover food from a few days ago; everyone had initially thought the government would supply materials. As Jiang Tao was about to close the door and leave, a fleeting shadow darted past the corner of the stairwell. Someone! Having survived for two years in the apocalypse, Jiang Tao had developed her set of instincts for danger; whether facing people or zombies, she could always detect them at the first instance. After all, survival depended heavily on wit. She silently retreated into her room, making a noise to simulate the closing of the door before waiting in the entryway, ready to catch whoever was off guard. The air was still thick with the aromatic scent of noodles, and she heard the sound of a plastic bag rustling as the shadow crouched down, making it difficult to see clearly. With a flash of murderous intent in her eyes, Jiang Tao conjured an ice blade in her right hand, darting out like an agile leopard and pinned the intruder to the ground in a few moves. “What are you sneaking around for?” The man beneath her was unable to move, and the ice blade pressed against his pale neck, his disheveled black hair fell over his forehead, his nose was pressed harshly to the ground, and cracked lips formed a straight line. He glanced at Jiang Tao with dark, frantic eyes, then quickly averted his gaze. As Jiang Tao recognized the man's appearance, her breath quickened, and she released her grip slightly. In her previous life, many evolved beings appeared, and they ranked the abilities according to strength. The man in front of her looked exactly like the eleventh ranked on the list, the Wind God! The Wind God was famous for his S-rank wind-type ability; his most powerful feat was summoning a hurricane that obliterated a level six mutated plant. He was known to be cold and aloof, always acting alone—one of the most mysterious figures in the power rankings. Looking at the pitiable youth beneath her, Jiang Tao’s expression turned awkward; could this really be the genuine article? Lin Zhihui struggled for a moment, his face turning red: “I’m so hungry.” The trash bag was opened, revealing a few rotten apples lying scattered about, each with prominent bite marks. From his voice, Jiang Tao immediately recognized: “You’re from apartment 1402?”