[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-the-fiercest-man-in-the-end-times":3,"chapter-the-fiercest-man-in-the-end-times-the-fiercest-man-in-the-end-times-chapter-2":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","The Fiercest Man in the End Times",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2319240,4536,"Chapter 2: Got Up Too Fast (Everyone, Invest Now—Contract Signed!)","the-fiercest-man-in-the-end-times-chapter-2",2,"\u003Cp>Zhang Su’s home was in Sheng Qin Jiayuan, nearly three kilometers from Yi Leiwen Convenience Store; the twelve-story building design kept the residential density low, and with its low plot ratio, it ranked as mid-to-high-end among Qin Cheng apartment complexes!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Building 3, Unit 801. As Zhang Su opened the door, a strong, pungent odor rushed out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’re back? I just finished streaming—I cooked a huge bowl of luosifen. Are you hungry?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the living room, a girl in an oversized T-shirt sat cross-legged on the sofa. A steaming bowl of luosifen sat on the coffee table, beside it a white porcelain bowl and a spoon—clearly meant for Zhang Su.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su noticed these details and smiled, shaking his head: “I already ate at the store. Uh… Xinyu, next time after you cook luosifen, don’t turn off the exhaust fan right away.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh!” Zheng Xinyu replied, slightly disappointed, then suddenly remembered something and hurriedly added: “By the way, Su-ge, those things I bought—didn’t you say you’d bring them back for me tonight?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zheng Xinyu was the streamer Zhang Su mentioned who planned to challenge herself by staying in her room for a month—though Wu Lue had no idea this female streamer was Zhang Su’s roommate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The two-bedroom, eighty-square-meter apartment had only the bedrooms as private spaces; the rest were shared, so cohabitation between a man and woman caused no issues.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just off-stream, Zheng Xinyu’s makeup was still on, making her look charming and cute. In her early twenties, she radiated youthful energy; her long legs, exposed beneath the loose T-shirt, glowed brilliantly white under the light—very pleasing to the eye.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su changed his shoes, sat by the bay window, and lit a cigarette. He said coolly: “Hundreds of pounds of stuff? You expect me to carry it up? I’m a sales clerk, not a mover. Bringing it back for free is already more than enough!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You work out every day anyway—really…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zheng Xinyu slurped her noodles, muttering under her breath, wondering why she could never draw Zhang Su’s attention. If she lived with some young guy, he’d be utterly smitten, obeying every command—unlike this emotionally clueless quasi-uncle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When she first moved in, Zheng Xinyu had laid down rules with Zhang Su—this and that—but after a while, she realized it was all self-delusion: Zhang Su had zero interest in her?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sometimes Zheng Xinyu even doubted whether Zhang Su’s orientation was normal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Uh…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing Zhang Su’s lukewarm attitude, Zheng Xinyu tried to start a conversation: “Did the landlord tell you? Next year’s rent is going up ten percent!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su took a deep drag, crushed the cigarette butt in the ashtray, and gazed out the window, indifferent: “Yeah, I got the notice. Let it rise. Prices go up every year—rent increases aren’t surprising.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I think there’s something fishy! The other day I told you I’d gotten used to living here and wouldn’t move even if rent went up—and the landlord immediately notified us of the hike. Don’t you think…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zheng Xinyu set down her noodle bowl and looked at Zhang Su with a mysterious expression.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Think what?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su felt a slight jolt from her mischievous gaze but showed no reaction, asking casually.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Could the landlord have installed a listening device?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zheng Xinyu squinted her big eyes, scanning the room, frowning seriously: “A friend of mine, a streamer in Shanghai, had this happen—she sued her landlord and got eighty thousand yuan in compensation!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Su-ge, I think we should thoroughly check the apartment—preferably with those special detection devices from movies. It’s really necessary—we might strike it rich!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The more she spoke, the more Zheng Xinyu believed this was possible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Listening device?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not just listening—surveillance too!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>High-tech, composed of over three billion base pairs, capable of intelligent detection, recognition, and analysis of useful information…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Paranoid delusion? Hah…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su laughed, stood up, pulled off his short-sleeve shirt, and headed toward the bathroom, saying: “Go ahead and look if you want—I don’t have time. I’m taking a shower. Clean the living room after you finish eating—no lingering smells!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh, okay…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Watching Zhang Su’s muscular physique, Zheng Xinyu swallowed her refusal—after all, shared spaces followed the principle: whoever makes the mess cleans it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Uh…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Zhang Su was about to step into the bathroom, Zheng Xinyu couldn’t help calling out again. Seeing his puzzled look, she blushed slightly: “The weather alert says a cold front’s coming—remember to put on more clothes, don’t catch a chill.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su felt her concern and nodded with a smile: “You too, stay warm.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Got it, got it. Go shower—I’m done eating, I’ll clean up!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With that, Zheng Xinyu stood up and stretched luxuriously, leaving half the bowl of luosifen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su took half an hour to emerge from the bathroom; the stench had faded considerably. Zheng Xinyu had returned to her room. A half-meter-tall pink melancholy bear hung on her closed door. Faint, rhythmic clacking echoed from inside—she was probably gaming.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Accustomed to a nocturnal lifestyle, even after finishing her streaming work, it was hard to calm her mind enough to fall asleep quickly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Huh…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A draft blew in through the unsealed window. Zhang Su, still damp from his shower, felt a chill sweep over him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It really cooled down. The weather alert was right for once…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Muttering, Zhang Su walked to the window and gazed out. The building wasn’t tall, so the night view wasn’t dazzling. A security guard patrolled with a flashlight; landscape lights illuminated a corner, soft and serene.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He closed the window and drew the curtains, returned to his room, turned on his computer, launched CSGO, and plunged into intense combat until past three a.m., then tossed his headphones aside and collapsed into bed, snoring loudly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He liked this routine—not the early-to-bed, early-to-rise schedule of office workers or students, but his own rhythm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He slept at two or three a.m. every night, woke naturally at eleven or twelve, getting eight or nine hours of sleep that left him refreshed. But… this time, Zhang Su didn’t wake up naturally!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ah!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A piercing scream shattered his sleep, followed by frantic banging on the door.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Su, Su-ge, are you up? Zhang Su, open the door!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A panicked voice cried from outside, unmistakably terrified.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su picked up the big clay king on his nightstand and checked the time: 10:30 a.m.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Zhang Su, wake up! Something’s happened—something terrible!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The pounding and frantic shouting continued.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What the hell is this girl up to?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su frowned, threw off the covers, and immediately felt the temperature had dropped significantly since yesterday. He replied, “Coming,” while pulling on his pants.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He flung the door open. Before he could ask Zheng Xinyu what was wrong, she pointed toward the window, chest heaving, face pale with terror: “Murder! Dissection! Someone’s been murdered downstairs—not just one person, not just one!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After speaking, Zheng Xinyu, rarely failing to admire Zhang Su’s abs, grabbed his wrist and pulled him toward the living room window.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“A murder?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su’s heart skipped. China’s public safety was generally good, and Sheng Qin Jiayuan had excellent security—how could a murder occur, let alone multiple deaths?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He suspected Zheng Xinyu was playing a prank, but followed her anyway to the window and peered down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eighth floor—about twenty-five meters above ground. In broad daylight, Zhang Su quickly made out the scene and cursed: “What the fuck…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the garden below, blood stained the white pebble path. Limbs and what looked like internal organs were scattered everywhere. Someone was leaning over a victim, performing CPR.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Moments later, Zhang Su dismissed the absurd thought from his mind!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That wasn’t CPR—it was eating…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The figure hunched over the corpse, head bobbing up and down, tearing off large chunks of flesh from the neck.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Got up too fast…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su’s expression of horror vanished, replaced by a smile. He turned to Zheng Xinyu, still trembling, and shrugged comically: “Got up too fast—I just saw a man eating another man. I’m going back to sleep.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He walked toward his bedroom, silently thinking it must be because he’d played CSGO’s zombie mode too deeply last night—this absurd scene was just a hallucination.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dear readers, welcome to my new novel! It’s fresh and tender—please favorite and follow! Thank you for your support—salute, salute!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1376,"2026-06-20T15:15:14.526Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","e29c7de97717625b247ef60938b753cf28c3cd44fcbfe42c6f8d38f866e03db1","the-fiercest-man-in-the-end-times-chapter-3","the-fiercest-man-in-the-end-times-chapter-1",694,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fthe-fiercest-man-in-the-end-times-cover.jpg"]