My Apocalypse System Arrives 10 Years Early

Chapter 487: Chapter 323: Each with Their Own Charm, Breaking Through Together

A strange new trend suddenly appeared online. Some mastermind came up with it, and now many vendors were claiming: ”Our products are top-notch! Even the world’s biggest ’zero-dollar shopping’ influencer, the Mysterious Armored Man, thinks they’re good enough for him.”

”Our cattle and sheep are plundered by the Mysterious Armored Man every year! This just goes to show that the livestock from our ranch is of the highest quality. Absolutely top-tier goods, world-class!”

”Selected by the Mysterious Armored Man. A name you can trust.”

All sorts of people were piggybacking on the hype. Many multinational corporations also claimed that their flagship products had been looted by the Armored Man, releasing the news through official channels. Some even announced it at new product launches, complete with messy photos of the ransacked warehouses. The pictures were the proof.

Li Xiang was speechless. ’What the hell? Are they cashing in on my fame?’ Still, he couldn’t really refute it, because he *had* plundered them. They were telling the truth. ’Can’t I even let people complain a little?’ And yet, no matter how he looked at it, it sounded like a commercial.

Then, many people started publicly calling for the Mysterious Armored Man, begging him to come and loot their products.

”Respected Armored Warrior, Mr. Armor, Armor Hero! My factory may be small, but my goods are meticulously crafted, with quality that rivals the big brands! Please, come for a visit! My warehouse is always open to you.”

Li Xiang was speechless. ’The only reason I haven’t robbed you is because I feel bad that you’re poor. Besides, I have no idea about the quality of your stuff, and I wouldn’t be interested in some no-name brand anyway.’

Never mind no-name brands. Even for Penfolds red wine, Li Xiang wouldn’t give the low-end stuff like Bin 2, Bin 8, or Bin 128 a second glance—they couldn’t even compare to a Bin 407.

Indeed, anything selected by the Mysterious Armored Man was guaranteed to be of the highest quality.

In private, Yao Yao, Zhao Xueqing, and Lei Xiaohui teased Li Xiang about how everyone was freeloading off his fame.

But Li Xiang wasn’t bothered. He just considered it a small compensation for looting them.

Looking at the three stunning beauties, Li Xiang mused that since he had already taken Chiba Yuki, he couldn’t very well show favoritism. And so, he took Yao Yao, Zhao Xueqing, and Lei Xiaohui as his own, one after another.

He worried that after all the effort he’d put into nurturing them, it would be a huge loss if someone else came along and plucked the fruit. Taking them as his own put his mind at ease.

Little did he know, Yao Yao, Zhao Xueqing, and Lei Xiaohui were thinking the exact same thing. As for official status, they didn’t care.

’He finally made his move on me!’ Yao Yao was ecstatic, unleashing all her wanton energy and striving to put on a courageous performance.

Her online nickname, the ”Hundred-Change Demoness,” wasn’t for nothing. Her myriad transformations brought Li Xiang all sorts of different experiences. She could even create a clone, Little Yaoyao, to ”deal with” him together.

Needless to say, being with Sister Yao meant things would never get dull.

Not only could her entire body change its appearance and figure, but she was also adept at changing individual parts. Her tongue, for example, could split into many strands or take on different shapes, lengths, and thicknesses, its flexibility second to none.

The subtlety of its application was a matter of pure intent; she had practically elevated it to an art form.

Zhao Xueqing, with her ”Flower Demon” constitution, was another flavor entirely. She was more reserved and maintained a prim and proper air during their interactions, unable to completely let go. However, the moment Li Xiang grabbed the vine-tail that grew from her coccyx, she was utterly subdued.

That strange vine, not quite a vine and not quite flesh, was extremely sensitive. When the energy flow from their Dual Cultivation reached its peak, the flower bud at its tip would produce a large amount of Spirit Dew Rain.

This extremely precious Spiritual Medicine had miraculous effects on both external and internal injuries. Naturally, it had to be collected with care, not a single drop wasted.