At the end of Chapter 5, after Ren feels Ayn's cock hard as a stone pillar pressing against her, a flurry of thoughts races through her mind—if readers only catch my description of her pondering, they might figure a good few minutes have ticked by... So, to clear that up, let me just say: in reality, Ren's thoughts are super brief, lasting only a few seconds at most. She's not lost in them completely either; she's mulling it over while firing up the car's engine. The moment the engine roars to life, her mind snaps back, and she calls out to Ayn once more: "Grip me tight, the speed's about to ramp up, and I don't want any mishaps, understand?"
In response to Ren's reminder, Ayn didn't give a direct answer. Instead, he spoke with a hint of embarrassment: "Uh… sorry… I'll take care of it as soon as possible…"
Hearing Ayn's words, countless thoughts surfaced in Ren's mind, but she quickly pushed them aside and said briefly, "Listen, now isn't the time to talk about this. Sit tight, we're heading out!"
As soon as her words fell, she twisted the throttle. The black motorcycle let out a deep, growling roar and suddenly shot forward, racing out of the parking area like a streak of lightning.
The roar of the engine tore through the silence of the night, loud and piercing, drawing the attention of the nearby zombies. However, they didn't stupidly give chase like in movies or comics; instead, they remained where they were. Perhaps they sensed that there was no way to catch up with such speed, or perhaps they simply knew there were still plenty of "meals" left within the apartment building.
Not long after Ren and Ayn had left, a strange change occurred in the corridor on the 5th floor. The two bodies that had been lying on the ground, along with the blood splattered across the walls, floor, and ceiling, began to quietly disintegrate, turning into countless motes of faint light that slowly drifted away. Within seconds, every trace was gone, as if the battle had never happened at all.
If someone were to check the apartment's resident records at that moment, they would find that there was no information about those two bodies at all. And if they tried to retrieve the surveillance footage, they still wouldn't find any trace of them. It was as if the whole thing had been nothing more than a play, one written by a director into the script, clearly marked with the instruction: "This event must never be known by others."
Meanwhile, some of the survivors inside the apartment also heard the distant roar of the motorcycle. At that very moment, a new thought flashed through their minds for the first time: perhaps they too should escape from Tokyo as soon as possible. If they waited until the disaster had completely spread, it might already be too late. Some began packing their belongings in haste, preparing to leave, while others chose to remain, still holding onto the belief that the government would eventually take care of everything.
As for Ren and Ayn, they knew nothing of what was happening behind them, because by then they had already left—and had no intention of ever coming back. Let us turn our gaze back to them: the motorcycle raced swiftly through the streets of the residential district, its deep rumble echoing across the night. Though the sound startled many zombies along the roadside, these creatures, just like those inside the apartment building, did not recklessly give chase.
At this moment, the two on the bike are both gripped by unusually tangled emotions. Ayn's inner turmoil is easy to grasp—his cock is still rock-hard and jammed tight against Ren's ass, leaving him mortified, dying for the earth to just open up and swallow him whole.
He desperately tries to rein in his body, forcing his mind to wander, pulling out every trick to make the damn thing go soft, but his cock stays stubborn as a wild mustang, like it's sneering at him: "You're such a fucking pain in the ass, can you just shut up already? No matter what you think, I like this woman! I want her sucking me off, I want her tits wrapped around me, I want to fuck her pussy, and hell, I want to pound her ass too!"
Of course, Ayn's cock doesn't have a mind of its own, it's still just part of his body, so that "voice" taunting him is really the raw growl of desire buried deep in his gut. No matter how he warns himself "Don't get hard," no matter how he forces his attention elsewhere, that scorching desire like a blazing fire lingers relentlessly.
As for Ren, her situation was far more complicated than Ayn's. At that time, the scene went roughly like this: she was riding the motorcycle while lost in thought. If it had been an ordinary person, such distracted driving would most likely have caused an accident. However, because Ren was a Transcendent, such a burden meant little to her.
At that moment, she was not paying attention to Ayn's physical reactions; instead, she was focused on something else. It began with Ayn's earlier apology, "Uh… sorry… I'll take care of it as soon as possible…"" What Ren cared about was not the content of his words, but the apology itself, the shame and sincerity behind it.
That shame made her feel a certain admiration for Ayn. Why was that? Because it meant that the man before her was someone who understood restraint and respect for others. More importantly, that respect was not born from an ordinary person's fear or reverence toward the strong, but from a strong man who, even when facing the weak one he desired, could still maintain reason and self-control. Even with desire in his heart, he was doing his best to restrain himself.
This realization triggered Ren's Transcendent intuition. Her intuition told her that this man could be trusted; he was the kind of person who would take responsibility for his own actions. Even if one day he were surrounded by many women, he would never run away from the responsibility he owed her.
However, precisely because of that instinctive judgment, a faint sense of anxiety began to stir within Ren's heart. Why anxiety? Because she realized that this man might indeed be surrounded by many women in the future. Many people assume that only men compete for an exceptional woman, but in truth, women also compete for an exceptional man. That has nothing to do with gender; it only depends on whether one is "good enough."
So, was Ayn exceptional? If one looked only from the perspective of money, clearly he was not. Before obtaining the System, he had always been troubled by financial worries, for his mother was ill and required expensive medical treatment, a burden that filled him with anxiety.
Of course, at this stage, Ren did not know anything about Ayn's family circumstances. Yet she could deduce that he was not wealthy. The evidence was plain enough: he did not own a car; he lived in an apartment affordable only to ordinary people; and judging from his earlier reactions, he clearly was not good at getting along with women. Putting all these clues together, Ren could almost conclude that Ayn was just an ordinary salaryman.
However, in Ren's eyes, Ayn's past was unimportant. What truly mattered was the "present." At this moment, he already possessed the power that belonged to a Transcendent. And Ren also knew very well that true wealth had never been money; it was ability. Because as long as one's ability was strong enough, money, status, and power would naturally gather around him. Even if he did not actively pursue them, others would still press them upon him and find ways to make him accept them, because he was capable.
Therefore, in Ren's view, Ayn was destined never to lack women, because he was strong. A man like that attracts not only "beautiful women," but also those who are both "beautiful and capable." Ren, though confident in her own excellence and beauty, understood one thing clearly: there would always be someone stronger, someone who shone even brighter than she did. And so, that faint emotion called "anxiety" quietly began to grow within her heart.
Of course, Ren understood very well that anxiety alone could not solve any problem. Therefore, she did not stay trapped in that emotion; instead, she began to think, since anxiety was useless, she should consider how to "solve the problem." However, before she could think about any concrete plan, she had to ask herself a question from the bottom of her heart: Do you really want to choose this man?
As for why such a thought had arisen, it was because not every woman chose her partner based on "excellence." Many women only wanted a husband who truly loved them, along with a stable and warm family. In other words, even if a man was outstanding, that did not mean every woman would fall in love with him.
And Ren was the same. What she wanted was not merely excellence. She was greedier, and also more rational. She desired many things: a man who was truly exceptional, a happy family life, a career of her own, and a partner who would be willing to support that career. Because her expectations were so high, she had never taken interest in those ordinary men. As a result, at the age of twenty, she was still single.
So, when it came to the question "Do you really want to choose this man?", what was Ren's answer? To be honest, she did not have one. She was deeply hesitant. And what was she hesitating about? She was afraid of making a mistake in judgment. What worried her was not only whether this man was truly responsible, but also whether he was really as exceptional as she imagined him to be. At the same time, however, she feared missing her chance. What if he really is responsible? What if he really is one of those rare good men?
Because of that, Ren could not bring herself to make a decision. Yet she also understood that time would not allow her to hesitate forever. She had to reach a conclusion soon. If she ultimately decided to "choose this man," then she would need to think in advance about how to deal with the challenges that might come from other women in the future. Thus, Ren forced herself to keep thinking, and in her mind, that question she had asked herself countless times surfaced once more: "If you could only choose between happiness and excellence, which would you choose?"
She had thought about this question countless times before, so the answer had long been clear to her: she would choose "happiness," not "excellence." Her reasoning was simple: Even if he is not that outstanding, it does not matter. As long as I am excellent enough, that will be enough.
But if that was the case, why was Ren still single at twenty? Because in her world, her so-called "not that outstanding" standard was still a level of excellence most ordinary people could never reach. In other words, what she called "lowering her standards" was, to others, still impossibly high. As a result, she had never met anyone who could truly move her heart. Until this moment—when, for the first time, she found herself caught in such deep hesitation and turmoil.
And it was precisely this intense hesitation and turmoil that awakened Ren's Transcendent intuition. That intuition whispered to her heart: Before meeting this man, you never experienced hesitation or turmoil of this kind. Doesn't that say something already? Admit it—deep down, you've already made your choice. You want to choose this man. The reason you refuse to admit it is simply because you still have doubts. But you must understand: risk and reward always come together. There is no such thing as a "risk-free path with great reward," and even if there were, it would never fall into your hands. Now is the time to place your bet, and your wager is your own future. Even if you lose, it would not be unbearable, because he already meets your standard of 'excellence.' And his 'not-so-excellent' side, on the contrary, means that not too many women will compete with you for him. In that case, the two of you might instead have a more stable and peaceful family. Isn't that a good thing?
Isn't that a good thing? Faced with that question, Ren finally gave her own answer. She replied softly in her heart: (That kind of future is good. So, this man… is mine.)
After answering the question of whether she truly wanted to choose this man, Ren had to immediately come up with a concrete plan to ensure she could resolve the core problem that lay ahead: if this man truly was exceptional—so exceptional that many women would fall for him—how could she possibly keep his heart and make him willing to take greater responsibility for her? In other words, what Ren needed to think about was this: how could she make Ayn fall in love with her, rather than merely see her as a tool for satisfying his desires?
Before long, an answer began to take shape in her mind. Her plan was this: (I'll make this man clearly realize that I'm different from other women. The reason I love him is not because of his strength, his wealth, or his status. It's simply—because I love him. Because I like who he is as a person. And right now is the perfect time to show that. At this moment, he's still pretending to be an ordinary man, without displaying any Transcendent power. Precisely because of that, if I fall in love with him and choose him at this stage, then in his eyes, my feelings will be real and pure, untouched by any ulterior motive. And that will be the biggest difference between me and other women—because before his rise, I was already there by his side.)
Once you understand Ren's "plan," you will naturally understand why she would do what she was about to do next. And what exactly was that? Before we get to that part, let's first talk about where they were at the time.
At this moment, Ren and Ayn had been on the road for only a few minutes. The motorcycle had just left Toshima Ward, where Ikebukuro Station was located, and entered the neighboring Nerima Ward. Ren's choice of route was exceptionally clever. She avoided the main traffic roads because she knew that the major routes would now be in complete chaos, blocked by overturned and stalled vehicles. These accidents had occurred because, at the moment the disaster began, many drivers had transformed into zombies mid-drive, causing a chain of collisions. And all of this information, of course, was something Ren had gathered from the internet before they set out.
Therefore, she decided to take the side roads connecting the various neighborhoods. Though narrower than the main roads, they had far fewer abandoned vehicles blocking the way. More importantly, because the streetlights were sparse and the darkness ran deep, few people chose to flee along these paths—after all, no one could be sure whether something was lurking in those shadows.
These neighborhood roads naturally wound through residential areas, and scattered among those were small parks. As they passed one of those parks, Ren's Transcendent intuition suddenly sent her a message: This place is safe. There are no zombies here. You can do whatever you intend to do. Without a moment's hesitation, Ren eased off the throttle, then turned the handlebars, steering the motorcycle directly into that park.