True Apocalypse Game

This wasn’t some face disguised or simulated by the Gray Tide.

It was truly and genuinely his own likeness.

Although the art style was rather amateurish, like a child’s drawing, the details were so precise that one could recognize Shen Feng at a glance.

Shen Feng walked over, took down the sketch, and examined it closely. Waves of turmoil stirred within him as well.

He had been dealing with the Purification Association for a long time now; he had seen sketches like this many times before.

Almost every time, the scenes depicted in these sketches came to pass.

From what the Purifiers had said, these sketches all pointed to a specific scene in the future.

Their so-called Spiritual Children, to put it plainly, were likely just some of the Talented who could connect with their own future consciousness.

In other words, the scene in this sketch was bound to actually happen in this world in the future!

’My brains will be splattered, and I’ll die a horrible death on the spot!?’

"Hahaha, Antichrist, Savior, you feel fear too? From now on, this scene will become your eternal nightmare, haunting you until you really die just like that!" Brendan shouted, laughing maniacally, his eyes filled with madness and hatred.

Shen Feng’s lips curled into a sneer. He let out a cold snort, folded the sketch, and put it away.

He had indeed been surprised for a moment when he saw the sketch, but he quickly readjusted his mentality.

’So what if it’s the future?’

’Things that haven’t happened yet can always be changed.’

’Isn’t everything I’m doing right now an act of defying heaven, of fighting against so-called fate?’

Having figured this out, Shen Feng said no more. He crooked a finger, and the surrounding Gray Tide surged, binding Brendan completely. It sealed his mouth shut and pried his eyes open.

Then, on the surrounding screens, the bloody and brutal apocalyptic images began to flash at an accelerated pace, accompanied by continuous white noise, as well as screams and roars.

At the same time, Brendan and David were horrified to discover that, aside from the two of them, their ordinary subordinates were being rapidly corroded and devoured, as if they were turning into ash!

Right next to Brendan, a guard began to disappear, starting from his legs. Bone and flesh were exposed as the decay spread up his body. Soon, his trembling internal organs were visible, yet he wouldn’t die right away.

The guard trembled nonstop, a low wail escaping his throat, but he was bound so tightly he couldn’t move an inch.

He could only watch as his own body vanished bit by bit, his organs falling out only to be swiftly devoured.

He didn’t truly die until the Gray Tide had consumed him up to his heart.

Watching more than a dozen living men be disintegrated alive, bit by bit, was too much. Even though Brendan had been talking tough just moments ago, his face was now deathly pale. He was trembling, drenched in sweat, completely consumed by terror.

Then, the masked youth before them narrowed his eyes, revealing a professional smile. The metallic tentacles behind his back danced, forming scalpels and saws. They grabbed various medical instruments from the lab as he walked toward him and David...

...

In the monitoring room, Joey and two others waited anxiously with several children.

It seemed all the monitors had been disabled, so they couldn’t see what was happening inside.

Moreover, the door’s soundproofing seemed to have become exceptionally effective, preventing them from hearing any noise from within.

Although they knew the "Savior" was likely punishing and interrogating those bastards who deserved to die, the long wait was still making them anxious.

Thomas paced back and forth. "Boss, who the hell is that mystery man? And this lab... damn it. I’ve always loved superhero comics, but now that I’m actually in a plot like this, I’m finding out the pressure is just too much..."

Joey took some milk from the monitoring room fridge and gave it to the children, then poured a glass for Thomas. "Quiet down for a bit," he said. "No matter who he is, he’s the one who saved our lives... As for where he came from... have you guys not been online lately? Have you heard of the ’True Apocalypse Game’?"

Aili, who was treating a burned child’s wounds off to the side, whipped her head around at his words. "I saw that news story too. But wasn’t it later exposed as fake news from CNN? They said it was viral marketing for a new Disney movie..."

Joey took a sip of his coffee and said slowly, "I don’t know if it’s real or fake, but when I heard that Brendan guy shout the name ’Savior,’ for some reason, that was the first thing that came to my mind..."

Thomas trembled all over and said excitedly, "Are you saying... are you saying it’s all actually real? That there really is a Savior, with his Salvation Army, who has secretly saved the world multiple times? And we... we’ve just met that mysterious Savior!? Oh my god, it’s like we’re the Saints who came to greet Jesus at his birth... What does that make us? Are we Saints, too?"

Aili laughed. "Thomas, you can forget about that. Even if the boss is right, we’re just bystanders. How could we ever get involved with this ’Savior’?"

Hearing this, Thomas hung his head in dejection. He clearly understood that with his abilities, there was no way he could offer the man any help.

’When he told us to stay here and watch the children, it was probably just his way of protecting us.’