True Apocalypse Game

When Shen Feng saw Reward Three, "One cross-space transport channel to this Doomsday World (Usage limit: ten times)," he couldn’t help but raise his eyebrows.

This reward was unheard of, and it was extremely practical.

’The True Apocalypse Game system has never been this generous before.’

The significance of a multiple-use space channel to a single Doomsday World was simply too great.

It meant he could even treat this Doomsday World as his own base, taking whatever useful items he could find here.

You could say this Earth, and even this Cosmos, had become his solid support.

And while there was a ten-use limit, it didn’t specify any time limit for his stay!

This meant that if he encountered any danger in his original world, he could even escape directly to this world, use the time to find a way to defeat his enemy, and then return again!

He could even pull his enemies directly into this world to fight, avoiding excessive casualties.

Although a space channel sounded like just a pathway, if used well, it offered a lot of creative possibilities.

Just as Shen Feng was getting excited, another message flashed:

Reward Four: One built-in anti-electromagnetic shielding and interference reinforcer.

Shen Feng was taken aback.

’What the hell is this thing?’

After these rewards were issued, the light screen on his bracelet quickly vanished.

Thanks to the ten-use space channel, this round of rewards was exceptionally generous.

Without the slightest hesitation, he spoke directly to his bracelet:

"Requesting to claim Reward Two, the Genetic Potion, and Reward Four, the built-in anti-electromagnetic shielding and interference reinforcer."

The bracelet’s light screen flashed again:

"Rewards have been issued. Please proceed to the cockpit of the self-propelled artillery ten meters away to collect them."

Shen Feng rolled his eyes. ’The way it always makes a mystery out of teleporting reward items is just ridiculous.’

He immediately went to the nearby self-propelled artillery, hopped onto its roof, opened the hatch, and climbed inside.

Sure enough, a syringe full of liquid and a small metal box were sitting on the cockpit seat.

Having claimed rewards before, Shen Feng was already familiar with the process. He grabbed the syringe and, without even looking, injected its contents into his arm.

’Whatever’s in it, it’s definitely something good.’

’After all, the True Apocalypse Game has never harmed me.’

He then opened the metal box and saw a metal pill the size of a mung bean resting quietly inside. On the inner wall of the box was written: "Swallow dry."

Shen Feng shrugged and swallowed the metal pill.

He then felt a warm current surge in his chest. The metal pill seemed to have turned into liquid inside his body, churning constantly before quickly merging into the silicon-based framework in his chest.

Shen Feng nodded slightly, having a general idea of what this thing was.

’This thing must be for Jingwei.’

After all, the electromagnetic shielding barrier set up by the Whisperer—or some other cryptic entity—had previously prevented him from taking Jingwei into the mission world.

With this "anti-electromagnetic shielding and interference reinforcer," he should be able to solve that problem.

’Looks like the True Apocalypse Game system is quite thoughtful after all.’

’I just don’t know why it didn’t give me this thing at the beginning, waiting until after I’d resolved this Doomsday World to hand it over.’

’Or maybe... when I solve the problems of a Doomsday World and save its human civilization, the entity behind the True Apocalypse Game grows stronger?’

Shaking his head, he tossed the question to the back of his mind. Shen Feng stretched his arms and flexed his muscles, trying to feel the effects of the Genetic Potion, but found that nothing had happened.

He had already injected a system-rewarded Genetic Potion once before, making this the second time. Yet he felt no unique sensation, which made him suspect the system might have given him a dud.

’Perhaps it needs time to complete the physical changes?’

’Or maybe it will only activate under specific circumstances or opportunities in the future?’

Shen Feng pursed his lips. He was in a great mood and couldn’t be bothered with these things right now.

He asked his bracelet directly:

"Question: when I want to return to my original world later, can I choose my return location? Or do I have to land in the same spot I left from?"

The bracelet remained silent, offering no reply.

Apparently, his idea wasn’t feasible.

Shen Feng didn’t dwell on it. Instead, he directly inspected the self-propelled artillery’s turret, its internal cockpit, and its engine.

The ammunition was fully loaded, and the fuel was plentiful. The vehicle used honeycomb tires, so he didn’t have to worry about them going flat.

This thing could be started up and driven at any time.

Shen Feng had originally wanted to find a tank, but the Mexican Defense Army didn’t even have any. They only had some armored vehicles and self-propelled artillery, which was pitifully shabby—not even as advanced as the Lone Eagles’ equipment. He would have to make do with this self-propelled artillery.

As for how to drive it, it was similar to the armored vehicles he had learned to operate in the Stone Statue Apocalypse.

This time, in addition to the items in his Quantum Backpack, he could bring five items back to his original world. Although there was an energy limit, taking this self-propelled artillery shouldn’t be a problem.

"I am selecting this self-propelled artillery as a carried item. Please assess its energy limit," Shen Feng said to his bracelet.

The bracelet responded immediately:

"This item reaches the energy limit of three carried items. Two carried item slots remain."

Shen Feng nodded, climbed out of the artillery, and whistled at Reyes, Colin, and the others not far away. They immediately drove over in a pickup truck.

The pickup came to a steady stop in front of Shen Feng. The men got out respectfully, went to the truck bed, and moved something wrapped in aluminum foil from the back into the cockpit of the self-propelled artillery.

The object was about the size of a millstone and looked just like a large rock, but it was wrapped so tightly in aluminum foil and reflective material that it was impossible to see what was inside.

"Mr. Shen, are you... are you really leaving?" Reyes asked, his voice filled with reluctance.

Mr. Shen had already told them that he would be leaving this world today.

Not by suicide, of course, but a departure in the physical sense.

Leaving this world to enter a new one.

Thus, when Mr. Shen arrived at this military base outside Mexico City this morning, most of the city’s survivors—over a thousand people—had all come to see him off.

Other than Reyes and Colin, most people didn’t dare to speak directly with Mr. Shen and could only watch from a distance.

Many had already knelt on the ground in prayer.

Their long lives as refugees had made these survivors more devout believers in God. Many of them believed Shen Feng was an Angel from Heaven, a messenger from God sent to save this suffering world.

And now that this Angel had completed his act of salvation, he would naturally return to Heaven.

Shen Feng nodded and said:

"That’s right, I’m leaving now... But don’t get too comfortable. I’ll be back anytime, and I’ll need your strength. When that time comes, don’t disappoint me."

Hearing this, Reyes became ecstatic and hurriedly said:

"That’s wonderful! Wonderful! It’s great that you’ll be back! Otherwise, without you, our Angel, to guide us, we lost lambs would never be able to find the path to hope..."

Shen Feng raised a hand and said:

"Stop, stop, stop... What’s all this nonsense about angels and lambs... I’m an athe—"

He had been about to say he was an atheist, but when he looked up at the devout faces of the surrounding survivors, Shen Feng couldn’t bear to shatter their illusions.

After all, having faith was a good thing for them at a time like this.

He quickly changed his tune, saying mischievously:

"I’m not any kind of Angel. I am a joint incarnation of the Emperor of the North Pole, Profound Celestial True Martial, and the Three Realms Demon-Subduing Emperor, Venerable Celestial Lord of Divine Might and Far-Reaching Suppression, Saint Emperor Guan, from the Eastern Hua Country, and I am now returning to the heavens. All of you must be good people, work hard to rebuild human civilization, and do not fail my expectations."

He spoke the part about the "Emperor of the North Pole, Profound Celestial True Martial, and the Three Realms Demon-Subduing Emperor, Venerable Celestial Lord of Divine Might and Far-Reaching Suppression, Saint Emperor Guan" in Chinese. The group of Mexicans couldn’t understand a word of it and were left completely dumbfounded, unsure of what was happening.

However, the devout believers understood that Mr. Shen was not an Angel, but a messenger of some other celestial being.

In short, he was still an Angel to them.

After spouting that nonsense, Shen Feng pointed to the object wrapped in aluminum foil and reflective material and spoke to his bracelet again:

"This item is a carried item. Assess its energy."

A line of text immediately appeared on the bracelet:

Approaching transport energy limit.

Shen Feng nodded, understanding that this was the limit of what he could carry.

’Good thing the backpack is also packed to the brim with plenty of good stuff.’

’And since I should be able to return here many times in the future, it’s quite convenient.’

’I’ll just take this much for now. A man shouldn’t be too greedy.’

After nodding to Reyes and the others, Shen Feng climbed into the cockpit of the self-propelled artillery, started the engine, and said to his bracelet:

"Requesting return to original world... Can I pick the time?"

The bracelet didn’t answer. In the next instant, Shen Feng’s vision went black, followed by that familiar dizzying sensation as he began to travel through space.

Before the eyes of Reyes, Colin, and all the survivors present, there was a blur, and the self-propelled artillery, along with Mr. Shen inside, instantly vanished without a trace!

Seeing this, the crowd ran over frantically. Some even dropped to the ground to search, but there was no sign of Mr. Shen anywhere.

"A miracle... This is a miracle..."

"An Angel... no... a messenger of God... Mr. Shen is a messenger of God..."

"The Savior from the Divine Country, *sob*... Savior..."

"..."

Many were moved to tears, even kneeling on the ground to pray devoutly.

Reyes and Colin exchanged a look. They understood that as the ones closest to Mr. Shen, they had now established absolute authority. They immediately climbed onto the roof of the nearby pickup truck and shouted:

"Friends, the Savior has saved our world, and we must repay him by restoring human civilization! Let us rebuild this world and spread the Savior’s holy name far and wide!"

...

The darkness gradually receded. Shen Feng once again felt the pull of gravity, then saw light and heard a clamor from outside.

Looking out from the artillery’s viewscreen, he saw that he was back on that second-floor balcony.

Jingwei’s voice, full of joy, suddenly rang out in his consciousness:

"Haha, I haven’t even connected to the network and you’re already back? This True Apocalypse Game system is so ridiculous! Can’t it give me a break? I’m working like a 24/7 sweatshop laborer here!"

Although she was complaining, her tone was cheerful. She instantly returned to the silicon-based framework in Shen Feng’s chest.

Shen Feng chuckled and said:

"Welcome back..."

The words had barely left his mouth when, with a loud CRASH, the balcony collapsed under the weight. The self-propelled artillery instantly fell to the ground, its tracks digging deep imprints into the pavement.

The fragile balcony was simply unable to bear the weight of the self-propelled artillery, which weighed tens of tons with its full load of shells.

At the same time, a clamor of shouts and curses erupted from the surroundings. The hundreds of thousands of citizens hypnotized by the Sacrificial Stone in Spider Nest City had surrounded the artillery. They began to furiously beat on it with tools and even their fists, while others climbed onto the roof, trying to get inside.

The sound of CLANGING and BANGING came from outside. Although it was impossible for anyone to break in anytime soon, it was incredibly annoying.

The self-propelled artillery was completely surrounded. To move, he would have to grind these people into pulp. Shen Feng could even imagine the Purifiers from the Purification Society gloating over this.

He snorted coldly, reached over, and ripped open the package made of aluminum foil and reflective material, revealing a massive Sacrificial Stone.

Then, his Silicon-Based Brain released a powerful blast of brainwaves, striking the Sacrificial Stone and unleashing a potent Consciousness Field:

GET OUT!