After the nuclear war, the post-apocalyptic world is in utter chaos.

If you happen to survive by chance, then you’ll have to face the fear of hunger and disease, zombies that go mad at night, and those mutants twisted into bizarre forms by radiation...

However, for Jason Carter, this place is paradise.

Luxury mansions with no owners everywhere, abandoned luxury cars all over the place, and gold and black technology that no one cares about...

What? You were the CEO of a pre-war XXX game company? Specialized in planning AAA virtual reality online games? No problem, just work for me developing mobile games—how about a daily wage of two steamed buns?

iPhone 6? Ultra-thin? See this? The phones from my future-tech company are thinner than a condom, believe it or not?

Aircraft carriers? Fighter jets? Oh, I have those too, but mine fly in space...

Watch as Jason Carter, who possesses the ability to freely travel between two worlds, builds an empire spanning both the present and the apocalypse...

Chapter 1: A Kidnapping Triggered by a Can of Coke

A bead of cold sweat slid down Jason Carter’s forehead. He swallowed hard, staring at the deadly weapon swaying before his eyes.

Wait, not a weapon—a chest, at least a 36D...

Beneath arched brows were a pair of sharp, phoenix-like eyes. A high nose bridge and cherry lips—if not for the fierce expression, she’d be a real stunner. A slightly worn black leather jacket wrapped around her shapely, ample chest, and faded jeans, cut off below the knees, hugged her alluring thighs and hips. A jet-black pistol, a chilling leather whip... If the surroundings were a bit more suggestive, there probably isn’t a man in the world who wouldn’t fantasize about what could happen here...

Fantasize, my ass!

At this moment, Jason Carter felt nothing but regret and fear—absolutely no physical excitement... Wait, why do my pants feel a bit tight? That must be an illusion. No way am I a masochist!

Let’s be clear: Jason Carter absolutely does not have any special fetishes. The reason he’s now tied firmly to a chair by this whip-wielding beauty is purely an accident...

“Name?” The busty woman in the black leather jacket and faded jeans brushed her slightly messy long hair off her shoulder, then rudely planted a foot on the armrest of the chair.

“Jason Carter...” Swallowing nervously, Jason Carter obediently gave his name. As a civilized man, he’d never met such a wild beauty before.

She raised an eyebrow. “What kind of sissy name is that?”

Go ask my mom, damn it! Of course, he only thought this to himself—he was genuinely afraid that if he said it out loud, she’d put a bullet through his head with the gun in her hand.

Yes, this stunner was holding a gun! The atmosphere instantly became a lot less pleasant.

“...My mom gave birth to me in the morning,” Jason Carter muttered. Honestly, the name isn’t that effeminate, but his looks are on the delicate side... Even if he had a macho name, it would probably just feel weird.

“Don’t change the subject.” The woman flicked her whip against the leather sofa with a crack, making Jason Carter shrink back in fear. “I’m not interested in your mom.”

What the hell, you’re the one who asked! Jason Carter cursed inwardly, his face turning ashen.

“Looking closely, you’ve got real potential as a pretty boy.” She chuckled, suddenly leaning in and tapping Jason Carter’s cheek with the coiled whip. “Whatever I ask next, you answer. If you dare lie, I won’t hesitate to leave a few ugly scars on that face of yours.”

Jason Carter’s face turned beet red.

Damn, why do I feel like a woman about to be assaulted?

“Where are you from?” The woman narrowed her eyes, interrogating him in a low voice.

“I’m from the north,” Jason Carter lied casually. He certainly didn’t believe this chick could see through his secrets. Shanghai? This is Shanghai too? This dump?

“This can... Co-la, where did you get it?” Her pronunciation was awkward, as if she’d never even heard of Coke before.

Jason Carter sensed her tone growing more urgent, almost greedy.

“Coke... it’s a kind of carbonated drink.”

“Nonsense! Of course I know it’s a carbonated drink. I’m asking where you got it!” She took a big swig of the Coke, exhaled in satisfaction, then tossed the empty can on the floor. Grabbing her whip again, she lashed it hard against the sofa.

Jason Carter watched as the oddly shaped gun pressed against his forehead.

Another bead of cold sweat slid down his brow. Jason Carter tried to steady his breathing, forcing himself to calm down.

“I can’t explain.”

“Do you want to die?”

“This is how you treat your savior?” Jason Carter didn’t know where the courage came from, but he blurted out a retort.

...

The woman fell silent. After a while, she sighed, tucked the gun into her waistband, and tossed aside the whip she’d picked up.

“All right... maybe I did go a bit overboard.” Though she said this, she still had no intention of untying Jason Carter.