Freya lay comfortably on the soft big bed in her space, lazily eating an apple while thinking about why she had time-traveled.
Could it be that she died in the last world?
Then where did the soul of this body go?
A wave of sleepiness hit her. Oh well, since she's already here, she might as well accept it. Better to get a good sleep first.
She had to admit, even though this era was a bit behind and supplies were scarce, at least she didn't have to worry about walking out of her space and ending up in a pile of zombies.
This kind of environment gave Freya a sense of safety. Not long after, she fell into a deep sleep.
On top of a slightly worn-down wall built after the apocalypse and having gone through countless battles.
A young woman with a high ponytail, wearing tight black clothes and black leather boots, stood there.
She had a cool, powerful aura, like a blooming night rose in the dark.
Her eyes were clear and cold, as if they could see through time and space. Her delicate face gave off a cold and beautiful vibe that kept people from approaching, but also made them want to look a little longer.
Right now, she stood quietly on the wall, eyes coldly watching the chaotic scene below the watchtower—a group of brave people fighting fiercely against the oncoming wave of zombies.
These people held all kinds of weapons, resisting the zombies with everything they had. Their shouting, roaring, and the clashing of metal filled the air, creating a tragic symphony of battle.
But even though they were giving their all, they still couldn't stop the endless tide of zombies.
On the wall, the breeze gently brushed against Freya's hair. Her gaze remained calm and determined.
She leaped down from the wall and joined the battle. After about ten minutes, the tide of the battle began to shift.
Roughly half an hour later, the last zombie of the apocalypse was smashed in the head by Freya's fist.
Freya didn't care at all about the zombie brain matter that splattered everywhere. She bent down, stuck her calloused hand into the zombie king's skull, stirred lightly, and pulled out a crystal core.
Her eyes lit up as she stared at the brain-covered core, feeling a rush of excitement inside.
In her mind: Damn it, my power can finally level up to the highest rank. From now on, I'll be the strongest ruler in this world.
Without changing her expression, she pulled out some spring water from her space to wash the crystal core, then casually tossed it into the space as if it didn't matter.
She pulled out a banana and calmly started eating, not paying any attention to the deafening cheers behind her.
"The apocalypse is over The apocalypse is over We won"
Freya had just finished the last bite of her banana.
"Boss Boss The leaders from all the bases are here. They all want to choose you as president" a cheerful, chubby guy shouted while running and jumping toward her.
"Got it. Look at you, try to be more serious. It's just a president title. Why are you acting like it's such a big deal" Freya tossed the banana peel on the ground and scolded the noisy little follower with a cold face.
In her mind: Oh my god, I'm an orphan, survived the apocalypse, and actually ended up becoming president. I'm freaking awesome.
What kind of good deeds did my ancestors do in their past lives to have such an amazing descendant like me?
Freya pretended to stay calm, lifted her chin proudly, and marched forward with confidence, ready to return to base and welcome guests from all directions.
At the same time, she secretly complained in her mind, "Being the boss is really exhausting. You have to act tough all the time. It's seriously tiring."
Suddenly, without any warning, she slipped on the ground with a loud "thud" and passed out.
Freya slowly woke up from a dream. She had actually dreamed about the apocalypse.
She couldn't help but complain to herself:
"I never imagined that after surviving the apocalypse from age eighteen for ten years, not even zombies could defeat me, but I lost to a banana peel. From now on, I'm never littering again."
If the other base leaders found out she was knocked out by a banana peel, who knows how much they would laugh at her behind her back.
Back then, at the beginning, she was the only female among the base leaders, so she had to put up with a lot of cold looks and being pushed aside.
But later, she beat each one of them until they gave in.
She was like a cow sitting in a fancy wedding carriage, truly amazing.
Even she admired herself.
Her rule during the apocalypse was: if you don't agree, fight me. If one beating isn't enough, I'll beat you again.
In the apocalypse, the strong were respected, and hitting people wasn't against the law. Whoever was stronger made the rules.
That was all in her past life. In this life, she decided to lie back, enjoy life, listen to gossip in the village, eat snacks, and live an ordinary life.
Freya got up and pulled out a long blue floral dress from her space that fit this time period. After washing up, she drank milk and ate a small piece of bread before stepping out of her space.
"Freya, you little slut, get out here! Do you think you're some rich capitalist's young lady?
You're not even cooking. Are you trying to starve us to death?
You lazy thing! You cheap woman, hurry up and cook!"
The already old and broken door was being hit so hard that it looked like it would fall apart.
Freya looked at the broken door, raising her eyebrows slightly.
Heh, isn't that her good second sister-in-law Fang, the one who worked with Trina to set her up?
Yesterday she didn't deal with her because she needed someone to go spread the news in the village, so she let her go. But now she came right to her door. If she didn't teach her a lesson, it would be a waste of her thoughtfulness.
"Freya, you smelly bitch, bad luck magnet, even pigs are more hardworking than you. Are you getting up or not? I'm telling you, don't think you can eat and drink for free in this house. Forget having a room, you won't even have a bed."
Freya listened to all the nasty words and sneered. Like an old hen climbing onto a roof, what kind of bird does she think she is?
She dared to insult her like that? The last person who talked to her that way already had grass growing tall over their grave.
Freya stepped forward and pulled open the door bolt. Fang, who was still hitting the door hard, didn't expect it to suddenly open and lost balance, falling right toward Freya.
Freya quickly moved aside. Looking at the woman lying flat on the ground, Freya gave a cold laugh, bent down, grabbed the back of her shirt, dragged her into the room, and made her sit on the floor.
She closed the door immediately and pulled out a long whip from her space.