Apocalyptic Wasteland Simulator

"Who are you, Ma'am?" The anger on Wang Mazi's face was completely replaced by fear. His eyes were tightly shut, and even his voice trembled slightly. "I'm just a lowly gatekeeper. Nothing in the mine has anything to do with me. If you have any questions, I'll tell you everything I know.

"Ma'am, I beg you, please don't kill me!"

If not for the constant cold sensation on his neck, he would have dropped to his knees with a thud to kowtow to this mysterious woman.

"Stop wasting your breath," Nightingale's expression was icy, her eyes filled with a fierce killing intent. "Take me to the gate. Once I've dealt with your companions, I'll let you go."

She scoffed at Wang Mazi's cowardice and pleas for mercy. As for her promise to 'let him go,' only a fool would believe it.

While Wang Mazi wasn't a man of unyielding will who faced death without fear, he wasn't a complete fool, either. How could I possibly trust her words? I have to find a condition we can both agree on. Beads of sweat rolled down his forehead as he frantically tried to think of a way out.

"Ma'am, words alone aren't enough. You have to give me something to reassure me," Wang Mazi said, summoning his courage. His eyes remained shut, terrified of seeing her face.

Nightingale fell silent for a moment, frowning slightly in impatience before speaking. "If I'm lying to you, may I remain unwed for life. Is that good enough? Now hurry up and stop making excessive demands, or you can just die."

"I wouldn't dare, I wouldn't dare! I'll take you there right away."

Wang Mazi scrambled to his feet and began to lead the way, his body still shivering uncontrollably.

Using Wang Mazi's body for cover, Nightingale gradually approached the gate to the Energy Crystal Warehouse. His return naturally drew the attention of the other two guards.

"Mazi, what happened with that cripple? Did he actually grow a spine?"

"Yeah, Brother Mazi, have you been indulging too much lately? Why else would your face be so pale?"

As Wang Mazi drew closer, the dim light by the warehouse finally served its purpose, fully illuminating his paper-white face.

The taller of the two guards was in the middle of speaking, "What're you talking about, his face is pale? That's impossible. I escaped from the outer city with him, I think I'd know if—"

His words caught in his throat, as if choked off by an invisible hand. A flash of fear crossed his eyes as he realized something was wrong, and he scrambled to draw the weapon at his waist.

These mine guards were usually sloppy, but they had all struggled to survive in the quagmire of the outer city. In that harsh environment, they had all developed some knack for reading people to stay alive. At this moment, the tall guard knew with certainty that Wang Mazi's ashen face wasn't from overindulgence, but from pure terror.

Unfortunately, his reaction was a moment too slow.

The distance between him and Nightingale was now less than five meters, well within the kill zone. Sensing from their alarmed tones that she'd been exposed, Nightingale dropped her cover. Like a bolt of black lightning, she shot toward the tall guard.

The other guard was momentarily stunned, then instinctively reached for the pistol at his waist.

However, Nightingale's speed was beyond imagination. In the blink of an eye, a glint of cold steel flashed, and her blade precisely sliced through the tall guard's throat. Blood gushed out like a fountain. Without pausing, Nightingale pounced on the last remaining guard like a phantom.

The guard's eyes widened in terror. He raised his trembling hand, lifting his pistol, and opened his mouth to shout, trying to alert his comrades in the sentry booth.

But then, another terrifying scene unfolded.

His tongue disappeared into thin air.

The cry for help that was about to escape his lips turned into muffled, incoherent gurgles. Misfortune struck again before the guard could even react; his arm holding the gun was severed with a single slice, the pistol clattering to the ground.

At the same time, Chen Pingchuan's figure slowly emerged from the shadows on the other side. He looked like a fiend crawling from the depths of Hell, clutching a still-bleeding tongue in his hand. The gruesome sight made even Nightingale's scalp tingle.

Exactly as I remember. No sign of movement, not a single wasted action, and he just... takes someone's organ from a distance. Just what kind of ability is this?

Nightingale was stunned once again. Whether it was the memory or the reality before her, Chen Pingchuan's technique held a mysterious power that captivated her, leaving her mesmerized and her thoughts in a tangled mess.

From childhood, Nightingale had never hidden her brilliance; she possessed a pride all her own. This pride was a sturdy shield, forged from countless victories, the envy of others, and her own formidable strength. It allowed her to face any opponent with her head held high. But now, before Chen Pingchuan, that pride was beginning to waver.

The Annihilation Black Ball, a special talent powerful enough to evolve into an Annihilation Black Hole, was ranked among the top one hundred on the Great Ming Empire's list of most promising talents. Earning a spot on that list was a glory many Genetic Warriors dreamed of.

Yet Chen Pingchuan was not on that list, despite possessing two extremely rare and powerful talents.

Whether it's this bizarre, impossible-to-defend-against ability to steal organs, or his talent for sharing visions of the future... either one alone is far beyond my own. The fact that Chen Pingchuan possesses both... this disparity makes me question my own strength for the first time. Of course, the more powerful he is, the more I feel myself wanting to rely on him, even if he is still a bit immature now.

Chen Pingchuan, of course, had no idea what was going through Nightingale's mind, nor could he comprehend her shock. After all, the abilities he had shown were merely the tip of the iceberg.

If I had more simulation points, becoming a god in ten years is no dream!

Chen Pingchuan was slightly puzzled to see Wang Mazi trembling on the ground, not daring to look up, but now wasn't the time for questions. He shot Nightingale a look, signaling her to handle the guards in the booth.

Nightingale spread her hands, and two familiar spheres crackling with black lightning coalesced in her palms as she walked toward the sentry booth.