The end of the world: I can do whatever I want to anyone

Ten years later…

On the big bed, Tang Ze was sleeping soundly, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised, as if he had a good dream.

And there was a bulge in the quilt, which seemed like this dream was not very serious.

At this moment, Tang Ze yawned and slowly opened his eyes. When he was about to do something bad with Tang Ya, he woke up.

Suddenly seeing a bulge in the quilt, Tang Ze was stunned and immediately lifted the quilt.

Oh my god, it really works. It made my penis bigger.

Not bad.

Tang Ze showed a wicked smile, got out of bed and opened the door: "Continue the pool party, I'm going to play three rounds and let you crawl."

But when I opened the bedroom door, it was empty and there was no one outside.

The originally gorgeously decorated living room was now cleaned up. Looking out the window, it was already daytime...

It’s not the first time I’ve stood them up, so I can just continue the party tonight.

However, Tangze found that something was wrong outside the window, as if it was covered by some shadow, and the sunlight could only be seen through the gaps.

Coming to the floor-to-ceiling window, Tang Ze looked up and his brows gradually frowned.

There are plants that look like lotus and mushrooms growing above the city. The huge leaves seem to cover the city. The thick roots emerge from the ground, and some of them are entangled around the buildings.

No, it grew this big just by sleeping in one night?

Where have all these women gone?

Although he had a lot of question marks in his head, Tang Ze was still quite happy in his heart. After all, he was full of energy again and could easily fight 1V10.

It seems that the doomsday psychologist has some stuff and didn't lie to me.

Then ask other questions: Do I have split personality? Do I lack love?

How come I don’t know this myself?

Wearing a hat and a mask, Tang Ze went out.

Walking out of the building, Tang Ze felt that the temperature was much more comfortable than before. He looked up at the huge leaves, which blocked the scorching sun and kept the temperature in the city between 20-25°. However, if he stood in the sun, it would be at least 40°.

Suddenly, Tangze heard a slight sobbing sound. He turned around and saw some white paper flowers in front of his huge statue, and several girls in their 20s were crying.

There are obviously many people who love me, and they all cried.

Walking on the street, Tang Ze felt a sense of strangeness around him.

There are actually people who opened a worm cake shop, and there are even people lining up to buy them...

How much does that little fat guy have to eat to be this fat? It seems that everyone's life is pretty good.

The further Tangze walked, the more he felt something was wrong. No one seemed surprised by the big leaves above their heads, as if they had already gotten used to it.

what happened?

Soon Tangze saw the sign, but it looked much older. It was not like this yesterday.

When I got upstairs, I didn't have to queue at all. The inside was empty, and many of the tables and chairs were old. Even the bench where I sat yesterday was gone.

Did I travel through time while I was sleeping?

At this time, the door of the clinic opened and a familiar figure walked out.

Of course it was yesterday’s psychologist.

The two looked at each other for three seconds.

Tang Ze looked at the wrinkles on the other person's face and the graying hair, and was a little bit unbelieving.

"Have we met before?" the psychiatrist asked softly.

"We were... not yesterday, what happened? What time is today, how long has the apocalypse been going on?"

The psychiatrist pointed to the digital timer hanging on the wall.

August 11, 8.

Tang Ze's mouth gradually opened wide. What did that mean? A new year?

"What does this mean? What is the New Year?"

"In the second year of the apocalypse, in order to better count time, a new era of the first year began. This year is already the 11th year of the apocalypse."

what!

I didn't sleep for one night, I slept for ten years!

No, this is not deep sleep.

Tang Ze immediately opened the panel and was stunned when he saw his level.

Since it seemed to be over level 150 before, and now it has reached level 222, all attributes have doubled.

Then open the Goddess of War panel.

Wow, the improvements are pretty good.

The three team leaders have all reached around level 65, and the team members are all around level 60, with an average increase of one level per year.

It seems that even without me, they still have ways to improve themselves. I used to be lazy and wanted to upgrade by lying down, which caused me to have a deep sleep and ten years passed in a flash.

Just say, how is it possible for leaves that big to grow overnight?

"I remember now, you are the one who lacks love, has a split personality, and is a stud."

Tang Ze: "..."

"Ahem, ahem, why is there no one here?" Tang Ze asked, changing the subject.

The psychiatrist smiled and said, "It's good that there are no talents. It means that everyone has become accustomed to this kind of life. I can retire too."

"Is that so? That's really good. Everyone is living a good life now."

"Alas, it's just that our guardian, Mr. Tang, is no longer here."

No, who spread the news? Why did I die?

"How is that possible?" Tang Ze deliberately expressed surprise.

"Mr. Tang hasn't appeared in public for many years. Although it has not been announced publicly, everyone knows it."

Tang Ze thought back and realized that he had given a speech during the Chinese New Year of the first year and went out for a walk when he had nothing to do. It was indeed quite abnormal that he had not appeared for ten years.

"I see you're acting mysterious, have you lost your memory?"

"Uh... I have half amnesia, so I came here to consult you today. How can I treat my split personality?"

The psychologist sat aside, and Tang Ze also sat next to him.

"Split personality is caused by extreme stress. When the apocalypse just started, many people had this symptom. They were fine when they were quiet, but once they started killing, they became like a different person."

Professionalism is professionalism, and I think I am a bit of a professional too.

"Most people don't want to kill people, they are forced by the environment, so there are too many crazy people. It's okay for people like you who are mildly ill and can be controlled, so just keep doing it."

Tang Ze said, "Then...then...how do we cure the lack of love?"

"I have forgotten everything you said before. Can you tell me again about your life before the end of the world?"

Tang Ze told him everything, thinking to himself, I'm just curious, I don't lack love at all.

"Does anyone care about you now?" the psychologist suddenly asked.

Tang Ze paused, smiled bitterly and said, "Yes, it matters whether I can give more and whether I am strong enough."

"I mean someone who actually cares about you."

"I...I don't know." Tang Ze said in a low voice, holding his forehead with both hands.

The psychiatrist patted Tang Ze on the shoulder and said, "You are not sure, so you dare not be sure. Sometimes we need greater courage to move forward. Don't leave any regrets for yourself."

"Then I wonder what if, what if everyone forgets about me?"

"What if someone has been waiting for you?"

Tang Ze immediately looked at the psychologist, and this sentence seemed to have caused a critical blow to Tang Ze's heart.

Do you want to take a gamble on this possibility?

"I understand. Thank you, doctor." Tang Ze reached out and held the psychologist's hand and said with a smile.

"You're welcome."

Tang Ze decided to find Tang Ya, no matter what the outcome would be.

The psychiatrist smiled as he watched Tang Ze leave.

Mr. Tang, you forgot to lower your voice this time, but it’s great to have you back.