He didn't want to attract unnecessary trouble by attracting too much attention. In this apocalyptic world, attracting attention often meant becoming a target. Xiao Yi was well aware of this. He vividly remembered a companion with powerful superpowers whose dazzling performance made him coveted by various factions. Those with ulterior motives either flattered him, attempting to win him over or secretly harbored jealousy, plotting to bring him down. Ultimately, the companion, overwhelmed by the entanglement and calculations of various forces, was plunged into endless trouble and crisis. Xiao Yi had also witnessed other survivors who, simply because they possessed rare resources or special skills, were envied and ostracized. Their lives in the base became difficult, and they faced the constant risk of isolation and frame-up. Moreover, being too conspicuous could easily attract excessive attention from the base's higher-ups. They might, under the pretext of "for the overall good of the base," impose harsh demands on Xiao Yi, even attempting to control and manipulate his superpowers. Xiao Yi didn't want to become a tool in the hands of others, losing his freedom and right to choose. What he is more worried about is that once he becomes the focus, he may arouse hostility and competition from other people with special abilities. In this environment where resources are scarce and survival is difficult, the competition between people with special abilities is often cruel and ruthless. In order to compete for limited resources and higher status, they may use any means to attack and frame each other. What Xiao Yi longs for is a peaceful and stable life. He just wants to protect himself and those around him in this doomsday. Therefore, he chooses to act low-key and quietly improve his strength, rather than highlighting his presence in a conspicuous way. He knows that only in this way can he avoid unnecessary troubles and create a relatively safe and peaceful living environment for himself and his companions.

"Keep a low profile, and you'll better protect yourself and those around you." Xiao Yi's eyes shone with determination. His gaze was deep and focused, as if it could penetrate any obstacles before it, seeing the possibilities of the future. There was no hesitation or confusion in his eyes, only an unwavering conviction in his own beliefs. Xiao Yi recalled the past, and images of those who paid a heavy price for their outspokenness flashed through his mind. He saw friends who had fought alongside him, having displayed extraordinary abilities in public, become targets of malicious individuals, and ultimately fell into desperate situations, their lives hanging in the balance. He also remembered a time when, impulsively, he had revealed a portion of his abilities to save a vulnerable and vulnerable person, leading to a series of troubles. Those who envied and feared him united to suppress him, bringing endless trouble to his life. "I can't repeat the same mistakes. I can't let this tragedy happen again," Xiao Yi vowed silently. He clenched his fist, the veins on the back of his hand bulging slightly, revealing his inner resolve. "Only by keeping a low profile and not attracting attention can we deliver a fatal blow to the enemy when they are off guard." A sharp look flashed in his eyes, "Only by keeping a low profile and not attracting attention can we prepare in advance before the crisis arrives and avoid being discovered by the enemy." Xiao Yi took a deep breath to calm himself down. But his determined gaze remained unchanged, as if telling himself and those around him: "No matter what the situation, I will stick to this principle and use a low profile and caution to protect our safety."

After securing the door, Xiao Yi installed some simple early warning devices throughout the room. His heart remained tense, not daring to let down its guard for even a moment. Xiao Yi's hands trembled slightly, not from fear, but from a deep-seated wariness of unknown danger. As he set up the early warning devices, he rehearsed possible scenarios in his mind. He imagined the figures approaching silently in the darkness, the menacing gazes, the conspiracies hidden beneath a calm facade. Each scenario made his heart race and his breathing quicken. "I must be foolproof. No mistakes can be made," he told himself. He repeatedly checked each device several times to ensure it was functioning properly. Xiao Yi knew these early warning devices weren't just physical defenses; they served as a crucial pillar of his psychological defenses. In this perilous apocalypse, trust was scarce, and he couldn't rely solely on others for his safety. He recalled the terrifying experience of being awakened from sleep by an intruder. The feeling of helplessness and panic still lingered in his mind. From then on, he vowed to build an impenetrable line of defense, both external and internal. "As long as I have these warnings, I can prepare in advance and not be passive again." There was a hint of determination in his eyes. After the setup was completed, Xiao Yi sat in the corner of the room, closed his eyes, and tried to calm himself down. But various possible dangerous scenarios continued to emerge in his mind, making it difficult for him to relax. "Don't be defeated by fear, stay calm." He tried to adjust his breathing, trying to dispel the uneasiness in his heart. However, the taut string never loosened, reminding him all the time that danger could come at any time.

Even the slightest touch triggers an instantaneous reaction. In Xiao Yi's world, every slightest movement is like an urgent alarm. His senses are constantly on high alert, like a fully drawn bowstring, ready to release a deadly arrow at any moment. Even a gentle breeze brushing against the gauze curtains in front of the window, that infinitesimal rustle, can instantly penetrate his consciousness. His body subconsciously tenses, muscles instantly gathering strength, his mind racing to determine whether the breeze harbors some hidden danger. Or if a small insect accidentally bumps against the warning silk thread he has set up, that almost imperceptible vibration can be transmitted to his nerve endings as quickly as an electrical signal. He will instantly wake up from any state, his eyes sharp and alert, his ears perked to detect even the slightest change in the surrounding sound. Even in sleep, this keen perception is undiminished. When night falls and the world falls into a deep sleep, even the slightest creak of the floorboards or the faint sound of approaching breathing will unconsciously snap his eyes open, his body instantly ready like a cheetah, ready to respond to any impending threat. This extreme sensitivity to the slightest touch is not innate, but honed through countless life-or-death struggles. Every negligence could mean the end of his life, so his body and mind are trained like precision instruments, capable of the fastest and most decisive response to any potential danger.

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