At the same time in Giza, Egypt, the darkness of night enveloped the silent desert.
During the day in a desert country like this, the heat was scorching, making the air feel like a giant furnace. However, once the sun set, the temperature changed drastically—piercing cold down to 8–12°C, even approaching 5°C amid the endless expanse of sand.
The night wind blew gently, carrying the dry scent from ancient ruins, while the sky above was dotted with twinkling stars unobstructed by modern city lights.
In this post-apocalyptic world, electricity had long vanished, leaving a thick darkness broken only by the light of the full moon.
The glow of a campfire in a simple house—perhaps the remnants of a local resident's dwelling—burned brightly, becoming a striking point of light like a beacon in a black sea.
"Ah~, so full~ Who would've thought commoners' food could be so delicious. No wonder Chika-Nee loves ramen so much; it turns out the taste isn't bad at all."
That cheerful voice echoed around the campfire, spoken by a 16-year-old teenage girl.
Her pink hair was short, tied up to her neck with cute twin tails, her blue eyes sparkled with energy, and her body was voluptuous with prominent curves—especially her breasts, which were larger than those of girls her age.
She was Fujiwara Moeha, a girl who spoke bluntly without any ill intent, though her words often sounded insulting.
Moeha wiped her mouth after finishing a bowl of instant noodles, her face flushed from the warmth of the fire and the satisfaction of a full stomach.
"Moeha-chan, your choice of words is a bit rough. Sorry, Jian-kun, she's not a bad person. Moeha-chan just has a slightly different mindset from ordinary people."
The girl sitting next to Moeha hurriedly apologized, her gaze soft and full of regret as she turned to the man in front of her.
She was a few years older than Moeha, with long pink hair, bangs split 7:3 on the right side of her head, the back tied back with a black ribbon adorned with a hint of purple at the ends. Her light pink eyes were full of warmth, and her breasts were quite large, though slightly smaller than Moeha's.
Her name was Koyasu Tsubame.
Before the apocalypse struck, the two girls had been enjoying a family vacation in Egypt, mesmerized by the grandeur of the famous Giza Pyramid.
Unfortunately, no one expected the global catastrophe to come so suddenly, without any warning—a total destruction that snatched away modern civilization.
Terrifying monsters emerged from dimensional rifts, slaughtering everything in their path. Moeha and Tsubame were separated from their families in the chaos, trapped in the desert that had now become a battlefield.
They struggled to survive, hiding in ruins, scavenging for food and water while avoiding monster swarms and greedy men who lusted after their bodies and beauty.
Unknowingly, luck and unexpected factors—like strong survival instincts and occasional help from kind-hearted survivors—had kept them alive until now.
The fierce battle between Wang Jian and All for One was so intense that the majestic Giza Pyramid collapsed into rubble, shaking the ground far and wide.
The vibrations caught the attention of Moeha and Tsubame, who were hiding in different spots around the ruins at the time. When monsters attacked them both, Wang Jian appeared like a savior, eliminating the threats with his extraordinary power.
Now, in this small house, the three of them gathered around the campfire, sharing simple food as a respite from the horrors outside.
"Don't worry, a little girl's words won't make me angry." Wang Jian replied indifferently, biting into a chocolate bar.
His face was calm, his bright sky-blue eyes reflecting the firelight, as if the earlier battle was just routine.
"Mooo~ It's rude to treat a lady like a little kid. Jian-kun, doesn't your conscience hurt for lying?"
Moeha puffed out her cheeks, pouting like a child not getting attention.
"In my eyes, you're very childish." Wang Jian answered with a shrug, completely ignoring the girl's complaints.
"Really? You still think of me as a kid?"
Moeha crossed her arms under her chest, deliberately thrusting out her plump breasts—which were no smaller than those of nursing mothers—to prove her point.
"Moeha-chan, that's indecent!" Tsubame cried out in embarrassment, her face reddening as she covered her eyes with her hands.
"Yay, you're turning away! Jian-kun can't see me as a little girl like you claim! So, let's make a baby!"
Moeha cheered gleefully, realizing Wang Jian was clearly tempted by her provocative move.
"As I've said before, I refuse!"
This wasn't the first time Moeha had propositioned him so openly, and Wang Jian was almost used to it—his rejection came naturally from his mouth, though his tone wasn't convincing.
"Why? You clearly lust after my body! Ah! Don't tell me Jian-kun is impotent? Or do you like men more than women?!"
"Nonsense! Don't question my sexual orientation!"
Unable to tolerate his manhood being doubted, Wang Jian lightly tapped Moeha's head with his finger, enough to make the girl wince in feigned pain.
"Ow~ You're so cruel, Jian-kun! Can't you be gentle with women? If you keep acting like this, you won't be popular with girls. Right, Tsubame-senpai?"
"Eh? Don't drag me into this..."
Tsubame shook her head while stepping back a bit, not wanting to get caught in their silly interaction.
"Enough, stop acting. That tap wasn't strong enough to hurt."
Wang Jian rolled his eyes at Moeha. Then, his expression turned serious, his gaze sharp.
"Fujiwara Moeha, you're offering your body so I'll take responsibility for you and help you find your separated family members, right?"
He had already heard a summary of the two girls' story—how they had survived in this apocalyptic Planar World.
"Hehehe... Is my motive that obvious? Geez, Chika-Nee gets fooled all the time~"
Moeha chuckled without shame, her hidden motive exposed, shaking her head in mock disappointment as if it were a light joke.
"Your families are most likely dead."
Wang Jian's words were like a cold knife stabbing into the hearts of Moeha and Tsubame.
Moeha's cheerful expression vanished instantly, replaced by deep shock and disbelief. Tsubame, who was always calmer, tensed up, her eyes widening in incredulity.
"...?!!"
"No way!"
"Liar!"
Moeha and Tsubame refused to believe Wang Jian's statement. Reuniting with their families was the hope they had clung to all this time, the light at the end of the dark tunnel that kept them fighting to survive. The thought that this hope had now vanished, crumbling to dust, was something they couldn't accept.
It's worth noting that the two weren't ordinary girls. Their backgrounds came from wealthy and powerful families, accustomed to every luxury and protection.
Moeha was the youngest daughter of a political family whose great-grandfather had once served as prime minister, and her uncle was currently a right-wing minister. Her lineage was highly prestigious, making her part of society's elite whose life was filled with privileges.
Although Tsubame's background was slightly different from Moeha's—the Koyasu family didn't have as strong a political trace as the Fujiwara family—her family was no ordinary one either.
Except for scholarship students, anyone attending Shuchi'in Academy, where they studied, were children of major and influential families.
In short, both were spoiled women raised in abundance, never lacking money in their lives. One can imagine the immense struggles they had to endure to survive until now.
"I have no reason to lie to you. From the news my boss relayed, this world is over. A few hours ago, the monsters went on a real rampage, hunting humans and killing them indiscriminately. Right now, the humans still alive in the world—at least as far as we know—number only three."
"..."
The atmosphere immediately fell into a suffocating silence, broken only by the soft crackling of the campfire.
Wang Jian's words were a devastating blow that shook Moeha and Tsubame to their core.
The brutal reality just revealed was too heavy to digest. Slowly, tears began to flow heavily down their cheeks, wetting faces that had previously been full of hope.
Compared to Tsubame, who cried silently, trying to hold back her sobs to keep from breaking, Moeha could no longer contain her emotions and sobbed uncontrollably.
"Dad... Mom... Toyomi-Nee... Chika-Nee... Grandpa... I want to see you all... Uwaaah!!!"
Moeha's sobs echoed in the night's silence, naming the people she loved one by one, filled with longing and despair.
Seeing Moeha cry like a child, Wang Jian felt pity. However, he felt awkward, not knowing what to do or say to comfort the girl. He could only sit there, watching the two young girls face the bitter reality he had just conveyed.
"Haaah... Not even giving time to grieve. So annoying."
Wang Jian let out a long sigh, his once-soft gaze hardening as he looked up at the dark night sky.
Moeha's tears were still flowing heavily, and Tsubame remained quiet in her sorrow, but this post-apocalyptic world never allowed much room for mourning.
Through his extraordinary Six Eyes perception, Wang Jian sensed faint but threatening vibrations. Dark, wild, bloodthirsty energy was approaching from the desert direction. A horde of monsters was heading toward them quickly.
With nimble hand movements, Wang Jian formed quick hand seals, his fingers moving like shadows. He invoked the ninjutsu he had bought at a high price in the black market, creating Shadow Clones to protect the two girls from the approaching threat.
"Kage Bunshin no Jutsu."
*POOF!* *POOF!*
From a thick and sudden burst of white smoke, two Shadow Clones appeared, identical in appearance to Wang Jian.
"I'm leaving my Shadow Clones to guard you. Don't go anywhere; their power is limited."
Leaving that warning, Wang Jian prepared to leave. However, suddenly, Moeha jumped from behind and hugged him tightly, her hands gripping Wang Jian's clothes as if she didn't want to let go. Even Tsubame, who had previously been cautious and kept her distance, threw herself into the man's embrace, joining the desperate hug.
"Hah?"
Wang Jian was surprised, confused by this sudden change in situation. His body stiffened, feeling the warmth of the two women still wet with tears amid the desert night's chill. What stood out most was the soft, yielding sensation from the girls' breasts!
"Jian-kun, I have no one left. No matter what happens, don't die. Come back safely; I'll be waiting for you."
At first, Moeha wanted to beg the man not to go, to stay by their side. But she knew Wang Jian would refuse. So, she changed her words.
Tsubame hugged him tighter, her head resting on Wang Jian's chest.
"Moeha-chan already said what I wanted to tell you. Come back to our side. I'm worried that if you don't return, we might choose to take our own lives."
For Tsubame, Wang Jian was her last anchor of humanity—the only one left in a world that had taken everything from her.
"I understand."
Feeling awkward being hugged by two women at once, Wang Jian nodded slowly. He gently patted their shoulders before freeing himself, then activated his Limitless Technique.
His body floated lightly into the air, leaving the location at high speed so the upcoming battle wouldn't turn the small house into a battlefield.
In the distance, the monsters' howls grew closer, but Wang Jian was ready to face them alone.