Dominion's End

Dominion's End V1C7: The Coffee's Not To Blame, Part Two

(Warning: PG-13+. Contains attempted rape.)

Dominion's End Volume 1: Raining Stars at World's End

Original novel in Chinese by: 御 我 (Yu Wo)

Chapter 7: The Coffee's Not to Blame, Part Two– translated by Elkin

The next time I opened my eyes, I was trussed up like a turkey.

What the hell?

"Yo, Mr. Handsome's awake!"

A sudden voice rang out, and it was only then that I noticed there were other people in the room. I turned my head to look, only to discover that it was a woman I didn't recognize. She was gazing at me up and down in a leisurely manner, with a look in her eyes that pissed me off.

"He looks even better than those TV stars. God, seriously, he looked good asleep, but now that he's awake, he looks even better."

This voice... Someone else is in the room, too? I twisted my head around and saw three men and two women in total, all strangers.

The other woman was sprawled on one side of the bed. She looked younger, at most twenty-odd years old, and she reached out to stroke my face. Seeing that, the other woman also leaned forward to touch and feel me.

I was speechless. As a woman in the previous world, I was worried that I would be raped. Now that I was a man in this world, it seemed I still had to worry about being raped. So that was why I always said, it wasn't good to be born with good looks in the apocalypse!

Ignoring the ongoing sexual harassment, I struggled to figure out the situation while being completely immobilized. First, I discovered Uncle and Auntie on the floor to one side. Both were bound hand and foot and were looking at me worriedly, but thankfully, neither of them seemed hurt.

Uncle and Auntie are both here, so why isn't Shujun around... Shit! Shujun is a pretty girl! I panicked.

Wait, hold your horses. Uncle and Auntie only look a little alarmed and are still relatively calm. Judging from their reactions, Shujun should be fine—she has to be fine!

At this point, someone else walked into the room. He was very tall and lanky, and he even had a rifle hanging from a shoulder. Facing the tall, broad-built man in the room, he reported, "Sir, something's wrong. The basement is stockpiled with foods and civilian supplies. There's boxes of the stuff. It's crazy how much stuff there is. It doesn't seem like these were foraged supplies either. It's almost like these people predicted the apocalypse and rounded up some supplies beforehand."

Crap, they discovered our supplies. Now, they're not going to go anywhere any time soon.

There were too many of them, and they were armed with guns as well, guns that packed serious firepower. Mr. Broad even had a machine gun slung across his back, and even the women were equipped with handguns.

If it were just handguns, I could still try dodging or blocking the bullets with ice. But there was no way I could go up against a machine gun. The only thing I was sure I could pull off was fleeing. But with Uncle and Auntie here, there was no way I could run off just by myself.

I checked my body's condition. First, I created a piece of ice in my mouth to confirm that I was able to use my powers, and it also slaked my thirst at the same time. Then, I shifted my waist a bit. It stung a little, so it seemed the wound hadn't completely healed yet. But my head was clear, so the fever was gone.

If these people were just slightly more spread out from each other, with a bit of a head start, I might be able to take them down one by one.

"You're the only ones having fun!" A short man with a pointy head and rat-like eyes said spitefully as he glared at the two women, "Such a pity that doll ran off. She sure looked damn fine."