I Save The World In A Doomsday Text Game

Chapter 167-1: The Source of the Apocalypse – Withered Flowing Sand, The Magical Fairy in the Idyllic Sanctuary (1)

Lin Xun finished checking over the spoils of war, and next came… the hunting time!

He and the Valkyrie joined forces, using kiting tactics to eliminate the remaining four behemoths one by one.

He stored all the divine items dropped from nearly ten behemoth corpses into his inventory.

After combining the divine items, he now had four complete epic-grade divine items in his inventory, along with two rare+ grade divine items.

“What a pity, two of the behemoths didn’t drop any divine items. Otherwise, if I combined them one more time, I could have gotten five…”

At this moment, he was still deep within the fog and naturally couldn’t find the way back to Bennett’s Transplant Clinic.

Lin Xun pondered for a moment, then switched to the shell of the Paladin of Discipline. He wandered aimlessly in the fog and very quickly became lost within it.

As always, the underworld game presented the option to ‘bash your head into the ground and die in shame before the world.’

[You stumble about, but no matter what, you cannot escape the fog.]

[Knowing you can no longer continue exploring, do you wish to take your own life and return to the beginning of your journey?][You prostrate on the ground, slamming your forehead hard against the floor.]

[With a loud bang…]

[You are dead!]

[…]

[An ordinary wandering soul is reborn in Bennett’s Transplant Clinic…]

Lin Xun lifted his head and glanced at the clock on the wall. The time was already approaching midnight.

He teleported back to the Multivision School Association and went to Bennett to carry out thorough preparations.

Then he teleported once more to the library and bought a piece of equipment.

Seeing that everything was ready, he took a deep breath and pushed open the door of the rental apartment.

The late-night street had none of the daytime hustle and bustle, and his silhouette gradually vanished into the boundless darkness…

—

Special Office of the Public Security Bureau.

Armed Division, third floor, conference room.

In front of the long table of the conference room, a beautiful young woman in a white dress operated the powerpoint slides while explaining to the people seated around the table.

“In the first half of this year, our Armed Division’s case-solving rate on cases received from other departments has improved significantly compared to the first half of last year. Among them, the proportion of captured unlawful Apostles accounted for 34%, and those unlawful Apostles who were killed on the spot accounted for…”

“These are truly gratifying results. Achieving such an outstanding case-solving rate is inseparable from the efforts of all of you…”

Lu Weidong was feeling rather drowsy. If the person giving the briefing were swapped for Team Leader Wang Zong, the one with the bull-like eyes always standing next to the team’s darling Lu Caiyi, he might have already fallen asleep.

Today, no one knew what sort of mood had seized Team Leader Wang, insisting that a group of Armed Division men work overtime to hold this meeting.

As a criminal security officer, before becoming an Apostle, he had already arrested many unlawful individuals. Naturally, back then, as an ordinary person, the ones he caught were also ordinary people.

To be honest, Lu Weidong considered himself an ‘old veteran.’ At first, he looked down on many of the colleagues seated here in the conference room.

How could these late-blooming transcendent Apostles compare to professionally trained security officers?

Whether in terms of combat, marksmanship, physical skills needed in actual operations, or theoretical knowledge from books, he far surpassed those colleagues who were ordinary people before becoming Apostles.

But reality often contradicts one’s expectations.

After Lu Weidong obtained his True Name item and manifested a shell once in reality, he understood… he needed to set aside his scorn.

When manifesting a shell, the shell’s combat experience was often manifested along with it.

Those shells that had struggled to survive in the apocalypse for so long, how could they lose to him, someone who had only practiced grappling for a few short years?

Moreover, once a shell surpassed the limits of the human body, some combat techniques lost their original usefulness.

Not to mention that, under the myriad strange soul talents his colleagues possessed, the power those shells displayed was completely beyond his comprehension.

Lu Weidong, thinking about all this, unconsciously smacked his lips.

No other reason, he was craving a cigarette.

He rubbed his hands together, urgently wanting to leave the conference room and have a smoke in the hallway.

But the meeting had not yet concluded, so he could only press himself into his seat and wait in silence.

With nothing to do, he carefully observed the micro-expressions of Lu Caiyi and Wang Zong, a professional habit ingrained by years on the job.

Perhaps it was precisely because of this habit that his awakened soul talent was named ‘Observer.’

After just a moment of observation, he frowned.

Team Leader Wang sat upright, palms pressed tightly against his thighs, his blinking frequency far higher than usual.

This was a sign of anxiety and unease!

By contrast, Lu Caiyi’s micro-expressions also conveyed tension and suppressed emotions.

“What’s going on?”

Lu Weidong first ruled out the guess that the meeting had run too long and they were simply desperate to relieve themselves.

Apostles possessed a physique far exceeding ordinary humans, even holding it in for a day and a night was no problem.

Besides, neither of their thighs was squeezed tightly together…

Lu Weidong had, for the time being, found a way to restrain his craving for cigarettes. He stared blankly out the conference room window, concentrating all his energy on pondering this matter.

“Huh? What’s that?”

Lu Weidong’s pupils suddenly shrank.

Just now, outside the conference room window, a petite figure seemed to drift past… a green figure.

“Did I see that wrong?”

He rubbed his eyes. Outside, the night sky was perfectly normal, as if he had just hallucinated.

Lu Weidong carefully recalled.

“No… that figure was flying by, and it looked like there were transparent wings on its back, and in its hand… a staff?”

He furrowed his brows tightly.

“Ordinary Apostles don’t have that kind of shell. Could it be some kind of summoned creature?”

He was convinced that what he saw just now wasn’t an illusion.

With the soul talent ‘Observer,’ it was impossible for him to see hallucinations!

He let out a cold laugh. Where was this place?

This was the Public Security Bureau’s Armed Division, the safest place in the entire city. And yet some wild rogue Apostle dared to show up here and cause trouble.

Utterly seeking death!

He suddenly stood up with a loud scraping of his chair, drawing the attention of all his colleagues in the conference room.

Lu Weidong was just about to report what he had seen to Wang Zong.

Suddenly, the sky outside changed color!

A raging wind howled, and endless yellow sand swept through the air. The neon-drenched night sky over the city instantly turned dark and hazy.

The roaring hurricane carried sand and grit, pelting the glass windows with a hissing, scraping sound.

Everyone in the conference room was instantly captivated by the abrupt, uncanny phenomenon.

“Our Wen City isn’t Yun Capital, how is there suddenly a sandstorm?”

“Exactly! The last typhoon just left… You could claim it blew in a few fish, but where did all this sand come from…”

Lu Weidong’s expression grew as dark as water. He squeezed out four words through clenched teeth. “Source of the Apocalypse!”

Many of his colleagues in the conference room were bewildered by the sandstorm.

Though they had received training about the Source of the Apocalypse, they had never personally experienced the hellish devastation of a contamination zone.

But Lu Weidong was different. He had joined the Wen City Armed Division very early and had once witnessed firsthand the pollution effects of a Source of the Apocalypse.

Although this time the contamination source was different, only a Source of the Apocalypse could cause such a phenomenon!

“Has the New World really thrown away all restraint? They actually dare to use a Source of the Apocalypse in the middle of the city?!”

Lu Weidong clenched his fists, wishing he could charge out right this instant and kill the New World Apostle who had unleashed the Source of the Apocalypse.

Wang Zong abruptly stood up, clapped his hands, and shouted in a loud voice. “This is a contamination zone caused by using a Source of the Apocalypse! It has to be the work of New World’s thugs!”

“According to my experience, the initial area of this contamination isn’t large, probably covering the Public Security Bureau and several surrounding shops. Follow me out there, we will destroy the contamination creatures and prevent the contamination zone from spreading.”

“Remember, put your own safety first. Once the contamination zone is cleared, I want to see every one of you come back alive!”

“Did you hear me?!”

The Apostles of the Armed Division quickly snapped out of their shock and shouted in unison.

For some reason, Lu Weidong detected a hint of relief in Wang Zong’s and Lu Caiyi’s expressions, perhaps even the release of tension that comes from finally encountering something long anticipated.

Wang Zong was the first to kick open the conference room door and charged out in the lead.

Lu Weidong had no time to think further and hurried to follow…