Daily Life of Being Turned Gay by the Male Lead After Transmigrating into an Apocalypse – CH129

Chapter 129: None Left

Taking a deep breath to steady his trembling hand, the clerk quickly wrote the information down. The tip of his pen scratched against the paper with a frantic rustling sound.

He moved on to Lin Xiao’s cell.

When the inspector knocked on the door, Lin Xiao’s muffled voice came from inside, still carrying a trace of lingering anger: “Lin Xiao, twenty-four. Superpower: Metal, Tier 2.”

A Tier 2 Metal user was a pillar of strength anywhere, especially in N City Base, and was certainly not to be underestimated.

Next was Su Mubai’s room.

His cool, clear voice drifted through the iron grate: “Su Mubai, twenty-three. Superpower: Wood Element, Tier 2.”

He had deliberately lowered his eyes, masking the depth within them as he chose to hide his Healing ability. A dual-element user was far too conspicuous in this world. Once exposed, it would draw unnecessary attention and potentially make him a target for certain factions within the base. It was safer to conceal it for now, leaving himself an out and avoiding unwanted trouble.

The clerk’s pen didn’t stop as the details of the others were recorded one by one: “Wang Qiang, twenty-four. Superpower: Earth Type, Tier 2.” “Jiang Lin, twenty-three. Superpower: Water Element, Tier 2.” “Li Yu, twenty-three. Superpower: Water Element, Tier 2.”

When it was Lin Weiwei’s turn, she had just heard the impressive tiers announced by the others—especially Jiang Jue and Chu Yang’s Tier 3 status. A flash of undisguised jealousy and bitter reluctance flickered in her eyes, though she quickly lowered her head to hide it.

“Lin Weiwei, twenty-three,” she murmured softly, her voice carrying a hint of embarrassment. “I… I don’t have a superpower.”

The clerk merely glanced at her without a word, drawing a sharp ‘X’ in the ability column of his ledger. He thought to himself that this team finally had a normal person.

Next came Little Yu. The boy’s crisp, clear voice echoed from behind his door: “My name is Zhao Yu. I’m eleven years old. My superpower is… Invisibility, Tier 2!”

This genuinely shocked the clerk. For a child so young to not only awaken a rare Invisibility ability but to already reach Tier 2 was incredible! He couldn’t help but peer through the iron bars, stealing a few extra glances at the small boy.

Finally, Wang Li and Niu Niu were registered as ordinary humans.

As the clerk reviewed the completed registry for the eleven people, his heart pounded with disbelief.

One Tier 3 Lightning, one Tier 3 Space, five Tier 2 users covering Metal, Wood, Earth, and Water, a Tier 2 rare Invisibility user, and three ordinary people. With this kind of lineup—whether in terms of raw combat power, survival capability, or future potential—they were absolutely top-tier within the entirety of N City Base!

Especially those two Tier 3s…

He instinctively looked up, exchanging a grave look with the blood collector. The shock in their eyes was identical, and both realized in an instant: they had to report this to their superiors immediately.

After the registration staff left, the cramped quarantine zone fell back into a dead, stifling silence. The sultry heat felt like congealed glue, sticking to the skin and making every breath a chore.

Chu Yang scanned his cubicle. It was completely bare aside from the filthy floor and four sheet-metal walls. Frowning, he wondered if they were expected to stand or squat for twelve straight hours.

With a flick of his mind, he pulled several thick, moisture-proof camping mats from his spatial storage. Keeping one for himself to lay on the floor, he walked over to the shared wall and knocked. “Brother Jiang, the floor is too disgusting to sit on. I’ll slide a mat over to you under the door.”

There was a narrow ventilation gap beneath the heavy iron door, just wide enough for Chu Yang to slide the rolled-up mat through.

“Alright,” Jiang Jue’s steady voice replied from next door. Soon, a hand with long, distinct fingers reached down and pulled the mat inside.

Chu Yang didn’t stop there. He proceeded to pass mats to Lin Xiao and Su Mubai next door, before moving down the line to the cells of Wang Qiang, Li Yu, Jiang Lin, and Little Yu.

Lin Weiwei, in the cell opposite them, had been listening closely. Hearing Chu Yang hand out mats to everyone—even ordinary people like Wang Li and her daughter—a spark of anticipation rose in her chest. She kept her eyes glued to the gap under her iron door.

But she waited and waited. Even after the child received one, the gap beneath her door remained completely still.

Her expectation crumbled piece by piece, turning into a heavy sense of disappointment that quickly soured into grievance and resentment. Biting her lip, she raised her voice, layering it with forced, delicate softness: “Brother Chu, are there… any mats left over there? I don’t have one here yet.”

Chu Yang had just unrolled his own mat and taken a seat. He was in the middle of pulling out a few crystal cores from his space, his fingertips brushing the cool surface as he prepared to absorb their energy. At the sound of Lin Weiwei’s voice, his movements stopped abruptly.

There genuinely were no mats left. However, even if there had been, he had zero intention of giving her one. Recalling his previous suspicions about her, combined with the strange, suffocating tension she had caused between Lin Xiao and Su Mubai recently, he couldn’t muster a shred of goodwill toward the woman.

He didn’t even bother lifting his eyes as he replied with a cold, indifferent dismissal: “None left.”

Lin Weiwei’s voice caught in her throat. The hopeful look on her face froze, swiftly replaced by intense embarrassment and fury. She bit her lower lip hard, a flash of pure resentment darting through her eyes.

Here we go again!

He was clearly targeting her on purpose! Before they were separated, when the weather had been freezing and she had only asked for some warm clothes, he had claimed he didn’t have any. Now, everyone got a mat, but when it was her turn, it was just a casual “none left.”

She withdrew her gaze, looking resentfully around her filthy cell.

The floor was marred by dried vomit, dark brown stains crusted into the cement cracks, and a puddle of suspicious, foul-smelling liquid pooling in the corner. The rancid odor mixed with the smell of rust and the sweltering heat, rushing straight up her nose and making her stomach churn violently.

Fighting back the nausea, she looked toward Lin Xiao’s cell across the hall—the only person she could still rely on in this group. But the iron door was shut tight; all she could see was a cold sheet of metal.

Inside his own cell, Lin Xiao had already laid out his mat and was sitting cross-legged with his eyes closed. Holding a few crystal cores in his hands, a faint aura of Metal energy swirled around his body. His brow was slightly furrowed, completely absorbed in his own world and oblivious to everything outside. He didn’t notice the gaze from across the hall, heavy with grievance, expectation, and bitter unwillingness.

Lin Weiwei’s heart sank inch by inch, as if plunging into freezing water. A profound sense of isolation—of being ignored and shut out—mixed with an unventable rage. It spread silently through the sultry, foul-smelling, and suffocating metal box, wrapping tightly around her.

Daily Life of Being Turned Gay by the Male Lead After Transmigrating into an Apocalypse