In the apocalypse, being able to eat my favorite egg noodles and cheesy pizza makes life worth living.

Only wealthy families can enjoy these foods.

I could still have them when my dad was around.

But later, I was sent to the slums and had to eat wild vegetables most of the time.

This delicious meal brings tears to my eyes.

I willingly kneel down to clean the floor.

Chiyàn seemed tired, lying sideways on the sofa and falling asleep, with his long legs uncomfortably resting on the armrest.

In his sleep, he looks completely different from when he's killing, with a slightly furrowed brow, as if burdened with many worries.

While mopping the floor, I accidentally knocked over the dog's food bowl. Alasaka, who was half-asleep, immediately stood up and started barking angrily at me.

"Woof woof woof! %# &*..."

Indeed, a food-protective creature.

"I'm sorry! I'll clean it up right away."

Chiyàn lazily opened his eyes and reached out to Alaska, saying, "Caesar, stop making a fuss and come here."

"Caesar? I used to have a Golden Retriever named Caesar, but it's long gone...

..."

It's long gone.

Caesar immediately walked over, happily wagging his tail as Chiyàn stroked his fur.

Sometimes I envy Caesar. In this post-apocalyptic world, where people can't even eat enough, there are very few who can afford to keep pets.

Many dogs have become food for the starving.

According to my dad, in the early 21st century, when food and supplies were abundant, dogs were considered family members.

Little did they know that in the future they longed for, humans would become like livestock and dogs would be on the verge of extinction.

"I thought Alaskan Malamutes were already extinct. Luckily, Caesar met you," Chiyàn threw a chew toy at Caesar and said indifferently, "Fatten it up before eating."

If it weren't for the faint smile on his lips, I would almost believe him.

He is a contradictory person. You call him kind, yet he kills ruthlessly.

You call him a demon, yet he saved me, and even took good care of Caesar, who almost became someone's meal.

I crouched down and gently stroked Caesar's fluffy fur. He turned his head and gave me a soft snort. This guy holds grudges.

I couldn't help but laugh, and my heart softened.

But the next moment, this brief moment of warmth was shattered.

The door was kicked open, and several men in black rushed in. Before I could react, a gun was pointed at my head.

Caesar immediately stood up, shielding me, and barking furiously at the men in black.

A cold expression flashed across Chiyàn's face.

The man in black held up his gun and said, "Chiyàn, don't blame me. Lucifer wants to see you."