The Game Character I Raised is the Boss of the End of the World

Chapter 116.

Chapter 116

A large truck stopped in a courtyard inside the base.

The man skillfully opened the door of the driver's cabin and walked down. Several people who were chatting in groups immediately gathered around. The man nodded and smiled, saying, "Hello, brothers and sisters. Today's fresh goods have arrived."

At this moment, a new task popped up in the game.

Please select the character to purchase:

A. Strong woman

B. Strong man

C. Butler-type man

Countdown: 30 seconds. If the host does not make a selection, the system will randomly choose.

"Damn it," Shen Cheng almost blurted out a curse.

Why isn't there an option for "Do not allow anyone to purchase the character"? He's mine, why should I let others buy him?

Why is this game becoming more and more annoying?

But with only three seconds left on the 30-second countdown, Shen Cheng was afraid that if she didn't choose, the system would automatically select the most annoying option. She quickly looked at the three options: power-type woman, power-type man, and butler-type man.

The power-type woman had well-developed arm muscles and a strong abdomen. She looked like a warrior with a high status among the group, surrounded by others like stars around the moon.

The power-type man had a sinister expression, even with a cartoonish face, he still exuded a gloomy and cunning aura. He didn't seem easy to get along with.

As for the last option, the butler-type man, he appeared elegant and refined. But Shen Cheng thought to herself, in this post-apocalyptic world, who needs a butler? It's likely that both men and women of this type are extravagant and indulgent individuals. Usually, rich people are already perverted, so would the rich people in the post-apocalyptic world be even more twisted?

She hesitated for a moment but ultimately chose option A.

[The host has chosen A: power-type heroine. ]

"Today, I'll go first." The tall and sturdy woman adjusted her ponytail and smiled as she glanced around.

At first, she seemed to be hesitating and observing, but when she suddenly spoke up and said, "I'll go first," it wasn't a tone of negotiation but a direct command. Clearly, she held a position of authority among this group.

"Chen Jie, of course, you can go first," the man nodded and bowed, while others seemed to have no objections. However, someone couldn't help but ask, "But Chen Jie, didn't you just pick one yesterday? Why is the damage rate of your team so high this time?"

Chen Jie coldly glanced at him and said, "Can't I buy a spare? Is it your place to interfere in our team's affairs?"

Shen Cheng frowned as she listened in front of the screen. The concept of a damage rate sounded cruel, as if they were talking about machines rather than people.

Shen Cheng clicked on Chen Jie's panel.

Due to its neutral yellow color, the information displayed is not comprehensive:

[Chen Jie, a mid-level power system esper, the third in command of the Storm Team]

Chen Jie had already opened the cans one by one in the car, her gaze sweeping over them one by one.

Li Weilan was sound asleep with his eyes closed, while Shen Cheng glanced at the small ZZZZZZ icon on his head and couldn't help but recall the first time she entered the game and saw the little one: "Hmm, it seems that the little one was also pretending to sleep back then. Don't think she didn't notice. Just a second before she lifted the cover, the little one even blinked at her."