This Apocalypse Is a Bit Ridiculous
The apocalypse is dreadful, yet the book itself is somewhat absurd. In a world so bleak, I can't help but want to poke fun at it all... Hmm, now it's clear which is dreadful and which is absurd, isn't
"Who am I? Where am I? What am I doing?" In the dim underground chamber, a tiny orb of light trembled as if fragile against the wind, reminiscent of the gentle shyness of first love—a water lily bowing its head to the chill breeze. But soon, the radiance burst forth, piercing the darkness like the first rays of dawn, and wondrously coalesced into an exquisitely beautiful young maiden, suspended in midair.
Truly, that face! Those legs! That figure! That—well, everything! She was breathtaking, flawless in every way—except for her height, barely three inches tall.
Alas, though his grades in other subjects were excellent, Ye Chao had never been gifted with words. His essays were often criticized by teachers as "dry," "dull," "tedious," even "ugly." Thus, even when confronted with such an ethereal beauty, all he could summon were a few lifeless adjectives.
The three-inch maiden opened her disproportionately large, mung-bean eyes and asked a dazed question, her voice soft, gentle, and delicate.
Emmm...
Ye Chao replied gravely, "I often ask myself those same three questions."
The little beauty shot him a glance, and above her brow, words appeared: [Favorability -10.]
Favorability? What on earth was that? And words floating above one's head? What was going on? Ye Chao was bewildered.
The miniature beauty ignored him and frowned, lost in thought. Suddenly, her brow glowed as if some realization struck her, and she began buzzing around the gloomy tomb, making one want t