Apocalypse Forecast

As everyone watched in a daze, the mighty rainbow formed by the surge of Source Substance completely pierced through Daguan's shell and then broke into the Border.

Immediately afterward, using this as a springboard, it pointed toward...

Paradise of Bliss?!

In an instant, the rainbow transformed into a bridge. Leveraging the connection between Daguan and the Ranch Owner, it forcefully broke through to the coordinates of Paradise of Bliss and constructed a thoroughfare.

Ever since the battle began, the Sublimators, having waited until now, appeared atop this bridge. Countless figures sped across this rainbow bridge toward Paradise of Bliss at its end.

The surprise attack began!

At this moment, it wasn't just above this sea region; the struggles between The Purified People and the Social Security Bureau were unfolding in various coastal cities.

But even gaining the upper hand couldn't solve any problems.

Passive defense meant only waiting for the enemy to make a move. Rather than that, it was better to strike directly at their heart!

—Break into Paradise of Bliss!

"Alright, it's time for me to go."

The little girl known as White Emperor's Son shook the water from her body, raised her arm to catch a pigeon falling from the sky, and waved coolly at Yan Qingge. "I'll be right back!"

With that, she arched her body and leaped toward the rainbow bridge behind her, disappearing among the many figures.

"Don't get lost now!"

Yan Qingge shouted with concern, not knowing if she had heard him.

When traveling in Current Circumstances, she could unintentionally leap forward several hours into some disorienting distortion of time and space, getting lost to a degree that could shake the heavens and move spirits.

But her previous instances of getting lost were somewhat manageable; at most, she'd grumble a bit, and it wouldn't delay crucial matters. If she got lost in Paradise of Bliss, that would genuinely be the end!

However, she shouldn't be *that* scatterbrained... right?

「Meanwhile, in Xinhai, the roaring had come to an end.」

Where the Dragon Horse Building once stood, only ruins now remained. Countless bodies of Border Variants were haphazardly scattered among the rubble, dust, and soil.

The various colors of blood mixed together, emitting a foul odor.

The last of the Fanatics seemed to have abandoned any hope of breaking out. Under the guidance of an aged Priest, they fervently prayed before a gigantic, broken Bronze Mirror.

They completely ignored the Suppression Troops approaching step by step from behind.

The cacophony of prayers grew increasingly louder.

Until gunshots sounded.

The Priest standing before the Bronze Mirror fell backward, a bloody hole torn open in his chest, blood gushing from his mouth.

Director Fu expressionlessly changed his magazine. He kicked away a screaming Fanatic in front of him and looked down at the man's distorted face. Though dying, the Priest's lips still moved, struggling to pray.

Director Fu sneered, "Even now, do you still expect your Sacred Spirit to send down a miracle?"

"Miracles... are everywhere..."

"How coincidental."

Director Fu said indifferently, "I also have a miracle for you, and it happens to be the 125mm caliber kind."

Behind him, the sound of steel crushing concrete arose. Amidst the thunderous rumble, a massive tank drove into the ruins, its dark muzzle slowly pivoting to target this remaining group of lunatics.

Director Fu turned coldly and waved his hand. "Send these bastards to Heaven!"

Lying in a pool of his own blood, the Priest's face twisted with venomous resentment. "You will... regret this... for what you have done... Soon, you will see with your own eyes the arrival of The Great Power of the Holy Spirit..."

BOOM!

After the cannon fire, nothing remained.

"Finally done."

Director Fu fumbled in his pocket and pulled out his cigarette case along with a nicotine patch. He thought for a moment, tossed the patch aside, and reached for the case.

"Forget it, let's celebrate, just one, just one..."

Just as he comfortably lit his cigarette and tilted his head back to exhale a puff of smoke, he saw a plume of black fog gradually rising in the distant Sky Dome.

To the northeast.

He paused, instinctively calculating the distance. It seems... about the same location as the Special Affairs Department?

Amidst his astonishment, plume after plume of smoke rose from the earth. They resembled dark pillars, impervious to the howling wind, standing between heaven and earth and steadily engulfing the entire city.

Ai Qing, standing beside him, gazed up at the sky. "A ritual... so this is what it meant?"

They heard screams coming from behind them.

Billows of smoke poured out from the shattered Bronze Mirror. In an instant, the terrifying concentration of Abyss sediment corroded everyone nearby into grotesque forms.

Before the smoke could spread, Ai Qing opened fire, shattering the Bronze Mirror into pieces. But quickly, countless bronze shards gathered anew, and the dense smoke rose again.

Those mutated people, seemingly dragged by the smoke, screamed as they were devoured by the Bronze Mirror.

In that instant, a dagger flew from Ai Qing's hands. It burst with golden radiance in midair, leaving a straight trail as it fiercely drove into the reassembled Bronze Mirror. The dagger poured its seemingly endless light into the mirror, illuminating shattered worlds and hellish scenes of carnage, as though the sun had suddenly appeared.

The Border Relic that had once gravely injured Faust shattered abruptly. Then, the tangible light rampaged through the gathered fragments of the Mirror World, eventually concentrating and exploding with a BOOM.

Suspended in mid-air, the Bronze Mirror shook violently. It turned red-hot and melted quickly, droplets of molten bronze falling like rain before it finally crumbled to pieces.

In the final moment, inhuman shrieks of fury emanated from within, as if a satisfying feast had been interrupted.

A giant, grotesque hand forcefully stretched out from within, causing the surrounding scenery to crack like a shattered mirror. In the dizzying whirl that followed, everything vanished as if it were an illusion.

By the time Director Fu came to his senses and instinctively looked beside him, the wheelchair was empty.

Ai Qing, who had been sitting there, had disappeared without a trace, along with the other two Sublimators.

「Half an hour earlier, in the prison cells on the second underground floor of the Special Affairs Department.」

As the summoning animation lit up on the smartphone screen, grand and stirring music began to play.

"SSR! SSR! SSR!"

Huai Shi's eyes widened as he stared at the screen, shouting hopefully.

That's right, Huai Shi had also gotten hold of his phone.

Not only had he connected to the WiFi here, but he also lay on his bed all day playing mobile games, just like at home. After getting some money, he'd even had the audacity—after mulling it over for a whole night—to bite the bullet and spend thirty bucks on the game!

For the first time in his life, he became a monthly card user.

Forget everything else; he felt instantly dignified, different from before. Now, when he looked at free-to-play Players, they seemed like little eunuchs assigned to accompany a prince in his studies.

After being on cloud nine for half a day, he finally calmed down, and the thrilling Card-drawing session began.

With the currency he had saved up, plus the twenty Stones given daily by the monthly card, it was just enough for a "Ten in a row" pull. In the last few minutes before the White Emperor's Son Card pool ended, Huai Shi resolutely pressed the button for ten draws.

And then, amid the flickering lights…

The smile gradually faded.

With each successive draw, his last hopes vanished into the blue skies and white clouds of Africa.

"Why is it like this!"

He collapsed powerlessly on the bed. As the countdown ended, he bid a choked, silent farewell to the Miss White Emperor's Son in the Card pool.

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As the portly otaku wept bitterly, he suddenly heard footsteps on the stairs.

A stern-faced prison Guard, accompanied by two armed Guards, descended the stairs, heading straight for… the cell next to Huai Shi's.

"Qi Yuan, let's go!"

The unfamiliar prison Guard rapped the cell bars with his baton, urging loudly.

Lying on the bed, Huai Shi looked up at them, stunned.

He frowned.

From those two armed Guards and the prison Guard, he smelled a familiar scent.

The stench of blood.

"Isn't it Old Li's shift today?"

He asked casually but received no response. Instead, he felt a chilling, deadly intent, like a fishbone stuck in his throat, emanating from the two gun-wielding Guards.

He paused, sighed, and tossed aside his phone.

"I really just wanted to do my jail time peacefully."

As the phone twirled in mid-air, the boy who had been slumped on the bed sprang up from the shattered bedboard, dodging the searing bullets that followed immediately.

Then, as he somersaulted in mid-air, his fiery hand threw an invisible Axe at one of the Guards.

The Axe Blade shrieked, utilizing Space Break as it cleaved directly onto the hand pulling the trigger. Then, dark grey ropes extended, wrapped around the gun barrel, and jerked back violently.

Huai Shi landed, caught the submachine gun that fell into his hands, and pulled the trigger at the Guard, whose hands were now empty.

The Guard's head exploded.

Next, he clenched his fists, trying to Ignite the Apocalypse... but no thick smoke appeared.

He realized with embarrassment that his recent peaceful and comfortable life—with enough sleep, food, and daily mobile games in jail—had made it extremely difficult to accumulate any negative energy.

Unknowingly, his Negative Energy Producer had been dulled by the comfortable prison life...

The otaku lifestyle... truly terrifying!

Clumsily dodging the other Guard's aim and fire, he frantically threw out his ropes. Like a Snake, the ropes flew out, automatically coiled around the Guard, and instantly bundled him up like a zongzi.

Huai Shi pulled out his Axe and chopped at the bars with all his might. Amidst the ringing clash of metal, he kicked down a segment of the railing and barely squeezed out of the cell to look at the adjacent one.

He feared that in those few short seconds, Qi Yuan might have been silenced.

But the anticipated carnage did not occur.

Behind the open cell door, the once formidable prison Guard was now devoutly prostrating himself at Qi Yuan's feet, hands raised high, offering a dark brew.

"You came?"

Qi Yuan looked up at him. His face was nothing like Huai Shi had imagined; he was frighteningly thin, his eyes shot with blood, as if he had been struggling in a nightmare for a long time.

"Good, you can see me off."

Cradling the small jug in his hands, Qi Yuan grinned at Huai Shi, tipped his head back, and downed it in one gulp.

Before Huai Shi could react and instinctively try to snare the jug with his rope, he felt a terrifying shockwave sweep over him.

It was as if a bomb had exploded from within Qi Yuan's body.