After My Death, My Childhood Friend Became an Apocalyptic Disaster

[Cheerful beagle-like bottom x gloomy, ghostly, and utterly unhinged top, a fatherly type who became a widower for eight years and grew possessive to the extreme]

Jiang Xinglin died and came back to life. When he opened his eyes, he found he'd transmigrated eight years into the future.

The world had changed. Pollution had spread across the globe, society had all but collapsed, and everything was chaotic, lawless, and dangerous, like the apocalypse.

And he had the honor of becoming an investigator under the new system.

The good news: he had a government job. The bad news: he was sent wherever things were dangerous.

Penniless, Jiang Xinglin was desperate. "I might as well have stayed dead."

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The person Jiang Xinglin worried about most was still his childhood friend.

Fu Wang had a father with a gambling problem and a seriously ill mother. He was quiet and withdrawn, with no friends besides Jiang Xinglin. In a man-eating apocalypse like this, he was practically helpless.

After a great deal of effort, Jiang Xinglin found his childhood friend. Just as he had expected, Fu Wang was living in their old, run-down apartment block. He had grown taller, but he was thin, clearly worn down by the apocalypse and going hungry.

Jiang Xinglin decided to work hard and get his childhood friend back to the way he used to be!

But his childhood friend had become very strange.

While Jiang Xinglin was at work, he could always feel a covetous gaze clinging greedily to him.

After he got home, mottled red marks appeared on his body, as if something had wrapped around him with its tentacles. A low, viscous breath lurked by his ear, damp and sticky, sending a chill down his spine. Something was always trying to get inside his belly.

People classified sources of pollution as Mutation, Collapse, and Contamination, with Calamity at the very top.

And Jiang Xinglin discovered that his supposedly helpless childhood friend had a contamination index of ??????

Click. The room door was locked tight.

Fu Wang stood behind Jiang Xinglin, his face obscured by shadow. His voice was obsessive and crazed. "Are you leaving me again?"

Jiang Xinglin's heart sank. Damn it, my childhood friend is a Calamity.

The Investigation Bureau classified Fu Wang as the most dangerous primordial contaminant.

He had unleashed countless destructive outbursts over the past eight years. Just when everyone thought they were about to die together, the primordial contaminant suddenly calmed down.

Just when everyone thought there was hope, the primordial contaminant suddenly went berserk again.

The Investigation Bureau couldn't take it anymore and begged Jiang Xinglin to make up with Fu Wang.

Jiang Xinglin: "? So you're saying it's fine if your friend dies, as long as you survive?!"

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Jiang Xinglin: "How about we just stay childhood friends? Your tentacles made my butt hurt."

Fu Wang's face was pale, and his smile strained. "You hate me? I won't ever appear in front of you again."

Jiang Xinglin's conscience pricked. "Hey, wait, don't cry!"

He'd barely finished comforting him when, the next second,

his butt hurt.

Damn it.

# Once a man has been a widower, there's no going back #

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