Apocalypse Forecast

[Giant World—Host: Li Jian Amber]!

For a moment, all the representatives in the VIP seats turned around in astonishment, looking at the representative from Deer's Sing Hall with expressions of surprise and admiration. They thought that Deer's Sing Hall, usually silent, had made a sensational move by seizing the initiative in the last battle for the Legion Contract. Impressive indeed!

What the heck, that's not us! Why does all the blame get thrown on us?

The Old Court Official's face turned red with anger. He opened his mouth several times as if to speak, but then he closed it again in frustration—he knew that even if he did explain, no one would listen. Who would believe that a member of the Hua Clan from the Li Jian family would run off to the social security office!

Family scandals should not be publicized; it's even more embarrassing to talk about them... better not to say anything...

"Oh dear, look how happy the old master from Deer's Sing Hall is. Someone, quick, send over two bottles of emergency heart-saving pills..."

Di Ting kindly gave an order, observing the fighting scenes sent over from the director's booth and clicking his tongue in admiration. "The battle is indeed intense. Even the host with the advantage can potentially die at the hands of the challenger. I wonder what Miss Bai Ze thinks about this?"

As he spoke, he shot a glance toward Bai Ze, who was quietly munching on snacks, conveying a look that said, 'If you dare say you're just watching, I'll bash my head in right in front of you.'

Seeing the camera pan toward her, Bai Ze hurriedly wiped the potato chip crumbs from the corner of her mouth, quickly chewed the snack in her mouth twice, and looked bewildered, "What did you ask?"

"..."

Di Ting, holding back a mouthful of frustration, forced a smile. "May I ask our live broadcast guest, Miss Bai Ze, what are your thoughts on the competition at Little Cat Paradise today?"

He emphasized the term 'live broadcast guest,' signaling to her to stop eating and get to work, so he wouldn't be left awkwardly chatting by himself.

"Ah, that thing..."

The daydreaming guest finally snapped back to reality, lowered her head to look at the screen earnestly, and nodded. "It's pretty good, right? Friendship first, competition second."

No sooner had she finished speaking than a contestant's blood sprayed across an entire screen, impossible to wipe clean.

Friendship no more.

"Uh..."

Bai Ze cleared her throat and said solemnly, "I think the situation is very delicate. You might think this one's going to win, but it's not certain. And if you say that one could win, he probably doesn't have much of a chance either..."

Once she started talking, she rambled on for over ten minutes, analyzing from beginning to end, and it seemed like she could go on from the end back to the beginning.

But the problem was, she said so much and didn't provide any valuable insights at all!

The smile on Di Ting's face could hardly stay put. Under the table, his hand was frantically texting someone outside: Boss, can you send me a new guest, please?

Soon enough, the reply from Xuan Niao came: We're short on people, and besides, this is quite good too!

Good my foot!

Di Ting was on the verge of losing it.

"Anyway, I think..." Bai Ze thought for a moment before finally coming to a conclusion, "The person with good luck will definitely win."

Isn't that exactly what you said yesterday? We get it, you're very lucky, but couldn't you use a different word?

"Cough, cough..." Di Ting asked the question that he regretted for a full three hours, "For example?"

"For example..."

Bai Ze looked down at the list of contestants in front of her, her eyes lighting up. "I think he's quite good!"

She pointed her finger at Huai Shi.

Just like yesterday!

Di Ting felt he was going insane.

Lady, are you a shill hired by the Astronomical Society, aren't you?

But indeed, just as Bai Ze had said yesterday, Huai Shi had managed to obtain that piece of dark gold gear amidst the competition from a host of formidable enemies. Di Ting couldn't object and just looked down, his face twitching.

This attraction had been open for nearly an hour now.

Ancient Evil Spirit Castle—Huai Shi.

The completion level at the very end was a pitiful 3.

This means, all this time, this guy hasn't even dealt with the first wave of challengers... Isn't that slacking off way too much? Or is he just goofing off and shirking his duties?

But since Bai Ze had already said it...

"Let's take a look at Huai Shi, whose performance stood out yesterday, and see what he has achieved today."

He waved his hand, signaling the director's booth to switch the camera. But a head popped out from the director's booth, frantically gesturing to him, trying to convey something. Di Ting glared, motioning for them to proceed as instructed. I can't be that easily scared, can I?

Alright then, if you're so determined...

The deputy director sighed and commanded the cameraperson to follow the order.

Instantly, the image on the big screen changed. Before anyone could clearly see what was happening, a passionate and heroic musical tune came roaring in, featuring the line, "Hey, young men!"

Up in the VIP seats, Older Cousin sprayed out a mouthful of water.

What the hell... Luo Lao taught you this too?

Then, a spectacular array of rainbow lasers, bright enough to blind everyone, burst forth from the darkness. Accompanied by the cheering screams of zombies, four streams of Apocalypse Fog slowly rose.

With a THUMP-CHICKA, THUMP-CHICKA rhythm, out of the fog leaped a dozen zombies, stark naked except for leotards.

Slicked with who-knows-what kind of oil, showing off their muscles, chest hair, and beer bellies, they moved their bodies in time with the music, singing and dancing, their voices in unison belting out, "Young men! There's no need to feel down!"

The song went on to say: hey, young man, you don't need to be dejected! There's a place you can go when you're broke; you can stay there, and you'll find you'll definitely be extremely happy!

Then, they chorused, "It's fun to stay at the Y.M.C.A!—Y!M!C!A!"

A ridiculous, moronic vibe mixed with a creepiness that made all the viewers shudder surged through the big screen, overwhelming all who watched.

Di Ting was rooted to the spot.

What the heck is this? What's going on? How did you even pull this off?

The Third Question abruptly popped into his mind, then morphed into countless question marks rising above his head… until finally, it became a heartfelt query.

Boss, who on earth taught you this trick of bursting into song and dance at the drop of a hat! Are you a spy sent from the Dongxia Genealogy or the India Genealogy?

In this indescribably spiritual pollution, only the desperate screams of Cui JaeSung could be heard.

The representatives from the Seven Star Group in the VIP seats had faces dark as iron and joined the ranks of the impotently enraged, staring furious daggers at the shaking Old Court Official who was quickly swallowing heart-saving pills, "Deer's Sing Hall has gone too far!"

The elderly Court Official's body swayed, and he nearly fainted on the spot, on the verge of tears from anger. "It wasn't me! It isn't us! That person isn't from our Deer's Sing Hall!"

His grief-stricken appearance momentarily stunned the Seven Star Group's representatives, making them believe him, just a tiny bit.

Could it really not be their doing?

And right in the middle of this incredibly idiotic broadcast, all the viewers saw the castle's great door slam open once more, as a group of fierce Sublimators brandishing long guns and short cannons charged in.

"Don't be afraid, charge!"

The leader cheered on his comrades, "These mere Evil Spirits are easy prey... Sss!"

Looking up, he saw the dozens of wildly dancing demonic figures in the oncoming Apocalypse Fog, and Cui JaeSung hanging in midair, screaming.

Amid the strange rhythms of Huai Shi's dynamic live DJing, the zombies joyfully twisted their bodies, the flowers and plants on their heads continuously flinging out green, zero-calorie, low-fat healthy drinks in all directions, looking remarkably eco-friendly.

In an instant, everyone stood rooted to the spot, clueless as to what was happening.

They only felt waves of a powerful presence crashing over them like a tsunami, as if it could crush eternity and erase the fundamental order, rendering them too terrified to move.

And in their group, a large, burly man with an exposed hairy chest, for some unknown reason, suddenly blushed, blood trickling from his nose. "Damn, Ancient Evil Spirit Castle is intense..."

"Run! Hurry and run!"

Seeing another contestant fall into the hands of this Yingzhou psycho, Cui JaeSung screamed in despair, "They're all perverts here, get out while you can..."

In the midst of his desperate cries, a dozen zombies grotesquely writhed, dancing around him and singing loudly, "Yo, young man, it's so much fun to stay at the YMCA! So much fun!"

After just a moment's shock, driven by an instinctive sense of crisis, the leading Sublimator dropped his confident facade, cupped his hands, and backed away.

"Our apologies for the intrusion, we'll take our leave!"

They turned to go.

But with a loud BANG, the castle doors behind the challengers slammed shut.

"How dare you!" Huai Shi, guest DJing, lifted his head and glared at the new challengers. "Thinking of leaving after offending our Deer's Sing Hall?"

"Who was it just now shouting about charging?"

He swung his Axe and bellowed in the Yingzhou dialect, "You say you won't charge, so you won't charge? Is the honor of our Deer's Sing Hall worthless?"

"..."

Damn it, you still won't admit it!

Inside the venue, the Seven Star Group's representative was furious once more, glaring murderously at the old man beside him. You Yingzhou People are simply too shameless! So depraved, and you still claim to know no martial arts!

In a daze, the Old Court Official said nothing, merely swallowing his heart-saving pills along with a mouthful of bitter, indignant blood.

Fine, whatever you say...

His heart had turned to ash.

「.」

Meanwhile, in this seemingly endless torture, Cui JaeSung closed his eyes in despair.

He finally gave up thinking and was consumed by the inexhaustible Apocalypse Fog and plague. Soon, he joined in the joyful and moronic singing and dancing.

Ancient Evil Spirit Castle—Huai Shi.

Progress: 8.

Then, under the numb gaze of countless viewers, the progress of the Ancient Evil Spirit Castle began to surge rapidly: 12, 16, 20… After digesting the initial wave of challengers, the number of zombies under Huai Shi's command started to skyrocket.

However, limited by the Ancient Evil Spirit Castle itself, a maximum of only four challengers could enter at a time, unlike the Death Roller Coaster which could take in seventy or eighty at once. Thus, the mission's progress remained slow.

Until Huai Shi paused to ponder, calmly analyzed, and then...

He let one challenger go.

Leaning against the door, watching the Sublimator—who had been bitten several times by zombies before finally clearing the stage—walk away into the distance, Huai Shi began to rub his hands together eagerly.

Half an hour later, a plague from the Abyss spread out from the square of Little Cat Paradise...