Apocalypse: Soul-Transmigrated Old Man Awakens Goddess Sign-In System

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"Hahaha!"

"I've been reborn!"

"Argh!!!"

"Medicine! Medicine! Medicine!"

Old Man Zhao, the gatekeeper, clutched his chest tightly. The searing pain told him his heart condition was flaring up again. Gritting his teeth through the agony, he tumbled from his bed, desperately reaching for the emergency pills on his bedside table.

So close. Just a hair's breadth more and he would have grasped the life-saving bottle.

But his hand fell limply to his side.

Old Man Zhao was dead.

The old man, who had only just been reborn, had died again, his heart giving out from sheer excitement.

A moment later, the now stone-cold Old Man Zhao's fingers twitched.

"Argh!!!"

With a choked cry, the gatekeeper's eyes snapped open.

"What's happening? Didn't I die?"

Zhao Yan slowly sat up, intense pain blurring his vision. After a moment to steady himself, he painstakingly pulled himself up, using the bed frame for support, and settled back onto the mattress. Only then did he begin to observe his surroundings.

It was a small room, not particularly spacious, with incredibly ordinary, even shabby, furnishings.

Just as Zhao Yan was struggling to make sense of his situation, a torrent of information flooded his mind, pounding at his skull with agonizing force.

After what felt like an eternity, Zhao Yan finally understood his predicament.

He had transmigrated!

More precisely, Zhao Yan, who had been tragically run over by a dump truck, had soul-transmigrated.

But the old man he'd jumped into was… unique. This old man was, astonishingly, a reincarnator! Only, he'd just died from a heart attack moments after his own rebirth. And then, Zhao Yan had slipped into his cooling body.

Coincidentally, the old man was also named Zhao Yan, and he served as a gatekeeper for a large residential complex.

According to the old man's memories, in October 2035, the Blue Star would suddenly be impacted by unknown extraterrestrial factors, triggering a global extreme cold wave. Temperatures would plummet across the entire planet. In Dawu City, where Zhao Yan lived, the mercury would plunge to minus sixty or seventy degrees Celsius, and blizzards would rage for two months straight, burying the entire city under a blanket of snow. The thought of how low temperatures would drop in the northern regions of Great Xia Kingdom was unimaginable.

This cataclysm would lead to widespread biological extinction across the globe. Humanity, caught off guard by this sudden disaster, would suffer horrific casualties, with over ninety percent of the population perishing.

After digesting the horrifying information in his mind, Zhao Yan couldn't help but utter a classic expletive.

"Holy f*ck!"

Other transmigrators ended up as princes, nobles, or scions of powerful families—privileged, influential, and powerful. Or perhaps they possessed genius-level talent, innate abilities, and became chosen ones. Or maybe they were blessed with a powerful System by their side.

But him? Not only did he transmigrate into an old man, but he also had to face an impending colossal disaster!

Zhao Yan gazed at his reflection in the mirror. Though he was still a respectable 1.8 meters tall, he was undeniably ancient. A sudden, sharp pain lanced through his chest. He quickly grabbed the emergency heart pills from the table, swallowing a few down, and felt the pain slowly subside.

After recovering slightly, Zhao Yan picked up the phone on the table and checked the time.

August 30, 2035!

There was only one month left until the apocalyptic cold wave descended.

"F*ck!"

Zhao Yan cursed again.

It seemed his decrepit body only had a month of good living left before endless suffering, leading ultimately to death.

According to the Zhao Yan's obtained memory information. After the cold wave descended, the entire community lacked food, and everyone was barely surviving. However, there was one exception in the community: Zheng Bo, who lived on the 24th floor of Building 6, Unit 1. This guy seemed to have known about the apocalypse in advance; he had already built a safe house and hoarded a large amount of food and water. Most importantly, this guy seemed to harbor hostility towards everyone in the community. He used food as bait, coupled with the impregnability of his safe house, to lure others into mutual slaughter. In the end, everyone in the community, except for a few beauties Zheng Bo took in, died by his hand. Zhao Yan was one of them. As for why Zheng Bo wanted to kill everyone in the community, Zhao Yan didn't know. Perhaps the apocalypse brought out the worst of human nature to the extreme.

Thinking of such a bleak future, Zhao Yan slumped onto his small bed, feeling utterly powerless. His heart was filled with despair; transmigrating into this situation felt like a dead end.

Just as Zhao Yan was contemplating whether to find a rope and end it all, just to see if he could transmigrate again, his phone on the table suddenly rang.

He picked it up; it was Ma Xiaojun, the property manager. As soon as he answered, Ma Xiaojun's furious voice boomed through the speaker.

"Old Zhao, are you trying to get yourself fired?! Why aren't you at work yet?!"

Hearing that, Zhao Yan felt a surge of irritation. The apocalypse was coming, he was an old man with nothing, and there was zero hope for the future. What the hell was he supposed to do?!

Just as Zhao Yan was about to curse back, a voice echoed in his mind.

Zhao Yan quickly adjusted his attitude. "Manager Ma, I was feeling a bit unwell today, but I'm fine now. I'll be right there."

The reason for Zhao Yan's sudden change of heart was the system prompt he had just heard.

He had awakened a System!

Hurrying to the guard room, and after finishing some necessary chores, Zhao Yan finally sat down, his heart pounding with excitement as he began to explore his new System.

The System Zhao Yan had awakened was called the [Goddess Sign-In System].

He had been too rushed earlier to notice what kind of System it was. Now that he understood, Zhao Yan's face darkened.

Are you kidding me with this?!

He was an old man, and it gave him a Goddess Sign-In System?! If he were ten or twenty years younger, he might have been thrilled. But his current body's original owner was already seventy!

After a moment of sulking, Zhao Yan still tapped open the System interface. Regardless, having a System was better than having none.

[Welcome, Host, to this System.]

[This System is the Goddess Sign-In System.]

[Host will acquire Sign-In Points by collecting high-score females certified by this System.]

[Note: Collecting one Goddess increases daily Sign-In Points by 1. If Goddess Favorability reaches 100%, an additional 1 Sign-In Point is granted. Favorability reaching 30% is considered a successful collection.]

[Points can be used to strengthen the Host and exchange for various resources in the System Shop!]

Reading the System's introduction, Zhao Yan was utterly speechless.

Collect goddesses? Was this a joke?

Given his current state, how could he possibly collect high-score females? He had no money! No looks…

Well, he wasn't exactly ugly. He could definitely be considered a handsome old man, just old and a bit disheveled. In his youth, Zhao Yan probably would have been quite the looker.

But the crucial point was that Zhao Yan was not young now.

What was the difference between having a System like this and not having one at all?

Zhao Yan sighed, then opened the attribute interface, wanting to see his physical stats.