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

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Over the next two days, the snow fell heavier and heavier. Residents of the complex mostly hunkered down at home. Even the most penny-pinching families had no choice but to keep their heaters blasting around the clock. After all, the outside temperature had already plummeted to below negative twenty degrees Celsius. Even so, the indoor temperature wasn't much higher; many people wore thick clothes inside their homes.

But these days of constant air conditioning wouldn't last long. Zhao Yan remembered that it wasn't even twenty days before the government issued a notice—power would be rationed, only two hours a day. This was because all hydroelectric power stations were completely inoperable, and thermal power stations didn't have enough coal stored; with such heavy snow, subsequent coal supplies simply couldn't get through. The reason Dawu City could still guarantee two hours of electricity daily was because there was a nuclear power plant nearby. This situation of only two hours of electricity supply per day continued until the original owner of Zhao Yan's body died. Beyond that, Zhao Yan didn't know how long this power supply method would last.

Now, outside, it was freezing cold, with heavy snow falling. But here in Zhao Yan's apartment, Zhao Yan wore shorts and a tank top, while Lin Qing'er wore a thin silk nightgown. Both were playing games and sipping iced drinks.

"Old Zhao, this is simply amazing! It's snowing heavily outside, but we're living like it's summer indoors," Lin Qing'er excitedly chattered, controlling her game character to fight Zhao Yan's.

Zhao Yan chuckled and shook his head. You're having a blast, but others aren't so comfortable.

After playing for a while, Lin Qing'er, constantly losing, found it boring and started scrolling through her phone. Zhao Yan tilted his head and saw Lin Qing'er still Browse online stores, specifically for lingerie.

"Seriously, Qing'er? Still in the mood for online shopping at the end of the world?" Zhao Yan teased.

"Sigh! I can't help it. I have no clothes left, no underwear either. I probably won't even think about buying clothes in the future. For now, I'm just feasting my eyes," Lin Qing'er said with a troubled expression.

"Huh? That's not right. When I helped you move your stuff yesterday, didn't I see you had a whole pile of clothes?" Zhao Yan asked curiously.

"A woman can never have too many clothes! Ugh, this damned apocalypse!" Lin Qing'er sighed, turning to look out the window.

Zhao Yan followed her gaze out the window, snow swirling beyond the glass. He, too, could only vaguely recall what happened after the second month of the apocalypse. After that, he died—well, the original owner of this body did. The future still held too many uncertainties. Even with the system, he didn't know how far he could go.

"Aaaah! So annoying! I want to shop, I want to go out and buy things!" Lin Qing'er suddenly cried out. After shouting, Lin Qing'er suddenly curled up, sobbing softly. Seeing this, Zhao Yan gently put his arm around Lin Qing'er, softly patting her back.

"Don't worry, we'll definitely live well through this," Zhao Yan whispered soothingly.

"Really?" Lin Qing'er looked up, eyes brimming with tears, at Zhao Yan.

"I believe we will." Zhao Yan's eyes were firm, his voice calm but unwavering.

"En! I believe you. From now on, I'm counting on you!" Lin Qing'er wrapped her arms around Zhao Yan's neck.

At this moment, Zhao Yan suddenly remembered that when he was withdrawing daily necessities, he seemed to have pulled out some clothing. He wondered if there was any women's underwear among them. Thinking of this, Zhao Yan began to search through his storage space. Upon checking, Zhao Yan indeed found some complete sets of women's lingerie, as well as some dresses, and bodycon skirts.

Zhao Yan looked at Lin Qing'er, who had buried her head in his chest, his eyes darting around. "Qing'er, I think I have some women's clothes here. I'll get them out for you to see if anything fits."

Lin Qing'er looked at Zhao Yan with a strange expression. "You have women's clothes? What? Let me see them, quick!"

"Okay, wait a moment!" With that, Zhao Yan stood up and walked towards his bedroom. Zhao Yan didn't want to expose his spatial ability to Lin Qing'er just yet. This was something he could slowly let Lin Qing'er, and even other successfully acquired Goddesses, know about later. But not now. As for having the system, Zhao Yan decided he wouldn't tell anyone, not even if his acquired Goddesses reached 100% Favorability.

After returning to the room, Zhao Yan quickly rummaged through his storage space, then picked out a few sets of women's lingerie, dresses, and bodycon skirts that he thought looked good. Just as Zhao Yan was about to go out with these, he suddenly saw the various silk stockings and the scantily clad tiny outfits in his storage space, and a sly smile appeared on his face. Zhao Yan quickly grabbed a few random pairs of stockings and tiny outfits, mixed them with the clothes he already had, and bundled them into a large ball.

Arriving in the living room, Zhao Yan tossed the bundle of clothes onto the sofa. "Here, take a look at these. See if anything fits."

Lin Qing'er quickly began to rummage through the pile of clothes Zhao Yan had thrown onto the sofa.

"Wow! This is a Kasati lingerie set! This set alone costs tens of thousands!"

"Oh! This is a Mu Ai dress? They're all designer brands! Old Zhao, where did you get these?"

Zhao Yan didn't understand the high-end brands of this world at all, but judging by Lin Qing'er's expression, the brands of the clothes he had just pulled out must be very famous. "I don't really know. As long as you like them!" Zhao Yan replied with a chuckle.

Soon, Lin Qing'er found the silk stockings and the tiny, barely-there outfits mixed in. Instantly, Lin Qing'er's face turned red. Then Lin Qing'er looked up, giving Zhao Yan a knowing glance. "Well, well… I didn't think you had such a dirty little mind, Old Zhao."

"What's wrong?" Zhao Yan feigned innocence.

"Hmph! What are these?" Lin Qing'er asked, holding up a few pairs of stockings and a tiny outfit, shaking them.

"Ahem! I'm not sure. I just grabbed some directly and didn't pay much attention to what they were? You don't like them? If not, give them to me, I'll just toss 'em."

Zhao Yan said, feigning an attempt to take the stockings and small clothes from Lin Qing'er's hand.

Seeing this, Lin Qing'er immediately pulled her hand back. "No need, I quite like them too." She then gave Zhao Yan a charming smile and continued looking through the clothes.

Just as a triumphant smile appeared on Zhao Yan's face, Lin Qing'er suddenly looked up at Zhao Yan, her satisfied, smiling expression seemingly saying, I knew you did this on purpose. Seeing this, Zhao Yan quickly pretended to turn and look out the window.

Soon after, Lin Qing'er had organized all the clothing. She even tried on the dresses and bodycon skirts, asking Zhao Yan if they looked good afterward. Zhao Yan repeatedly nodded, saying they looked beautiful. This wasn't just flattery from Zhao Yan; Lin Qing'er had a great figure and looked lovely in clothes.

After trying on the clothes, Lin Qing'er's mood improved significantly. Finally, Lin Qing'er took the silk stockings and tiny outfits, slowly cat-walked over to Zhao Yan, and asked in a highly seductive voice, "So... want to see me in these?"

Zhao Yan's throat bobbed twice, and he quickly nodded, "Yes!"

"Heh... just wait a little." Lin Qing'er gave him a mischievous wink and sashayed into the bedroom.