Living in the Doomsday and Becoming an Immortal Alone

This garment is from the Three Realms Wanderer, and is a top-grade magic treasure, feeling extremely soft to the touch and fitting perfectly when worn.

It's very classy, suitable for showing off, and fits just right.

Wang Jixuan's figure flew towards the city gate, his silhouette gliding past the mirrored walls of the buildings, his long hair fluttering, the Daoist hairpin in place, making him no longer resemble a mortal.

...

Lin Zhiwei is a contemporary young man who no longer seeks progress.

Having undergone 'societal hardship' education from a young age, he deeply resonated with humanity's history in fighting the Blade Beasts and was determined to eliminate the last Blade Beast.

But...

His parents wouldn't allow it.

His father, a small officer in the Sixth Space Fortress, used some connections to assign him a cushy job in the security department of a research institute after his university graduation.

Then, Lin Zhiwei went on a two-day hunger strike to battle it out with his parents;

But ultimately, he got too hungry, the food his mom cooked was too tempting, and he swallowed his pride, sighed, and chose to accept his fate, packing up and returning from the Space Fortress to the beautiful Earth.

His parents had valid reasons too.

Interstellar navigation was too grueling, a single mission often required months of flight to reach the Transmission Array;

The expeditionary wars, primarily involving mechanical bodies, needed a large number of engineers for maintenance as well as generals with outstanding command capabilities.

Lin Zhiwei, a student majoring in human history, with the only strength of running fast, might not even pass the military exams if he tried to enlist.

Isn't a security uniform still a uniform?

Just not as dashing as a military uniform.

This was Lin Zhiwei's fourth month at work.

Over the past hundred or so days, Lin Zhiwei's routine was very leisurely; he made six scheduled rounds a day, totaling no more than three hours, and then headed to the monitoring room to play cards and watch movies with some old men.

Serious movies.

The only thing that made Lin Zhiwei feel something was amiss was...

In the hundred days he'd been here, he had no idea what the research institute was actually for.

The institute was located on a cliff, with no sizable research team stationed, only them as security guards and a dozen or so retired mechanical engineers.

Those engineers were also slacking off, occasionally tinkering with small robots.

Rather than being a research institute, it was more like a beautifully scenic, resource-rich retirement home.

Yet strangely enough, the salary was pretty high; his security guard income was almost catching up to that of a full-fledged senior engineer.

[Getting paid for doing nothing].

Once this thought emerged, it became hard to control.

Lin Zhiwei was quite conflicted these days.

On one hand, he loved the stable life here, with the only concern being the difficulty of finding a partner due to living in such a remote place.

On the other hand, a sense of justice and responsibility burned like a fire within him.

He wanted to write a whistleblower letter;

But he was afraid of impacting his family.

Ultimately, torn with indecision, Lin Zhiwei got up in the middle of this deep night, walking over to the desk in his single dormitory room.

The desk lamp turned on automatically.

Lin Zhiwei opened the simulated paper and scribbled three words.

[I Report!]

Hmm, he'd made up his mind.

Even if he had to report it to the Chairman, the secret of getting paid for idleness here must be exposed to the world.

Human resources must not be squandered by parasites!

But, how to write the rest?

Lin Zhiwei chewed his fingers thoughtfully, slightly sweating from nervousness.

Suddenly.

"Hmm? What are you going to report?"

Startled like a frightened cat, Lin Zhiwei jumped up, his body bumping into the wardrobe, eyes wide as he looked at the figure appearing before him.

How, how did you get in here!

In the dim light, Lin Zhiwei couldn't see the stranger's face clearly, only that he seemed to be wearing a blue robe with a Daoist hairpin atop his head, a peculiar attire Lin Zhiwei had seen many times in ancient-style movies left from the pre-disaster Golden Age.

"You you, you you you!"

Lin Zhiwei, taking a leap of faith, blurted out:

"I'm the security guard here! Don't come over! Are you even human!"

The last sentence he uttered with righteous indignation.

The figure chuckled, "I'm an envoy, hmm, from another civilization, wanting to study your strange primitive civilization."

"You're the primitive civilization!"

Summoning courage from who knows where, Lin Zhiwei shouted:

"We've defeated the Blade Beasts! We'll soon become an advanced civilization!"

"Defeated the Blade Beasts?"

The person asked:

"Can you explain in detail how it was defeated?"

"I also received the news and knew there was a Blade Beast causing trouble here, so I came to take a look. I didn't expect the Blade Beast was already defeated."

Lin Zhiwei swallowed: "Who, who exactly are you?"

"Have you heard of the Black Storm?"

"Ah, the hero who saved humanity, an envoy from an advanced civilization, helped humanity through the toughest times and prevented extinction multiple times..."

"I come from the same place as him."

"Re, really?"

"Uh-huh," that person snapped his fingers, around which two talismans twirled.

Lin Zhiwei's Adam's apple bobbed up and down.

He recognized these things!

These are the paper talismans used by the Black Storm in battle!

In the extracurricular readings for the history course, "Storm Chronicles", a special page is dedicated to its introduction!

"Answer the question first."

"Um, uh," Lin Zhiwei mumbled, "which question?"

"How the Blade Beast was defeated."

"Alright," Lin Zhiwei stared at the paper talismans, briefly organized his thoughts, and concisely explained the three phases of the war between humans and Blade Beasts, as if answering an exam question.

Earth Defense War, Mars Great Victory, Expeditionary Army Counterattack.

The person in the corner listened carefully and asked some detailed questions.

Lin Zhiwei answered fluently; he was studying this subject.

Soon, the person sighed with some admiration: "I didn't expect what they did was so impressive."

"Um, do you wish to meet our leader?"

"Who is your leader?"

"Well," Lin Zhiwei scratched his head, "the way you put it, I can't say for certain, the leader of the ruling party? Not quite. The military commander? Seems not exactly."

The person laughed and asked: "Have you heard of Lingtong?"

Lin Zhiwei subconsciously shook his head, then suddenly got excited: "Is, is it Iron God?"

"Iron God? What kind of ghost name is that; she is the Battle Girl."

"Please hold on."

Lin Zhiwei ran to a drawer, took out a cherished album titled "Anti-Blade Heroes", flipped a few pages, and held it up for the shadow in the corner to see.

In the album, Lingtong, dressed in a silver, form-fitting pressure-resistant suit and helmet, stands atop a heap of Blade Beast corpses, gazing at the densely packed Blade Beast Tide before her, with the destruction cannon on her mechanical arm already activated.

The person in the corner seemed excited too.

"What happened to her? When was this battle fought?"

"This was during the Mars Great Victory! The Mars Great Victory was when this great person turned the tide, withstood the pressure, and decisively yet difficultly opened the situation!"

Lin Zhiwei grinned:

"This is our dorm's Exam God; before every exam, we pray, and we sure pass the exams!

"Oh yeah, her nickname is Iron Rain, meaning her offensive is like rain, so we call her Iron God.

"She is now one of the commanders of the Expeditionary Army, and the most celebrated heroic leader in the Military!"

Wang Jixuan breathed a sigh of relief.

He warmly asked: "Can you let me have a look?"

"Ah, okay, okay..."

Just as Lin Zhiwei wanted to send the album over, the person lightly beckoned, and the album flew over by itself.

He couldn't even catch it.

The person looked through the album for a good while, sighed softly, then continued flipping pages, his actions suddenly stopping.

Lin Zhiwei tiptoed to take a look.

The room's automatic sensor light detected the person reviewing the book and had already shone the light over.

Lin Zhiwei saw clearly the person's attire at this moment.

A blue long robe, Daoist hairpin with hairband, an aura of gentle warmth arose from within, giving people a sense of tranquility and peace.

Moreover, Lin Zhiwei noticed that the person's skin seemed to glow, not from being fair, but a kind of... he couldn't quite describe it, always felt it was very spiritual, wanted to be closer, as if that would yield great benefits.

And what the person was focused on at that moment, lightly rubbing with a finger, seemed to be...

"Sir, this General is Dongfang Zhenghong; he was once one of the successors of the legendary commander General Fu Jian, but later died in the D8 War Zone Defense, and General Fu Jian was very distraught because of it."

"Ah, how is Fu Jian?"

"For the Commander, address with Commander title!"

Lin Zhiwei frowned and spoke the words his college teacher had sternly said to him.

But the next instant, he froze.

The person raised his head to look over, his young and handsome, almost unchanged from what was in the book, face jumping into Lin Zhiwei's view.

"Wow, wow... Oh my, I saw the Black Storm..."