It's the Apocalypse, Who Still Wants to Be a Simp?

[Multiple Heroines] [Female Rivalry] [Only Man] [System] [Feel-Good Power Fantasy] [Apocalypse] [Zombies]

On the day the zombies broke out, Wang Yin was cornered in his countryside villa by four stunning goddesses.

Bai Xi, a long-legged model with legs 1.2 meters long, coldly told him to get lost.

Han Xiaoxiao, a mega-influencer with over ten million followers, opened her mouth and said:

"You're a grown man. It's already nighttime. Don't you have any self-awareness?"

Oh, so this isn't Wang Yin's house anymore. It's a check-in spot for independent women to experience life?

Just as Wang Yin was about to blow up, a notification suddenly sounded in his mind:

[Emotion System awakened: Detected emotions from nearby women, including disdain, anger, fear, and regret. These can be converted into Emotion Points and exchanged for physical enhancements, storage space, and special antiviral medicine.]

Looking at the four women before him, speaking righteously while sneering at him as a "delusional chauvinist" and swallowing nervously, Wang Yin smiled.

Still throwing punches? The apocalypse is here. Do you really think I'm still some lovesick doormat?

So he turned around, locked up the water dispenser on the second floor, packed up the food, and left them with one sentence:

"This is my house. Tomorrow, you're all getting the hell out."

The next day, the four "independent women of the new era" went out to find supplies with their heads held high.

By noon, the four of them had been chased by zombies like dogs, their hair disheveled as they pounded on the door:

"Brother Wang Yin, help! We were wrong!"

Wang Yin sucked on a spicy chicken claw and didn't even look their way:

"Who's your brother? Call me Dad."

A Sigma man only takes on uphill battles!

In the apocalypse, there are no gentlemen, only survivors.