Chapter 176: Has the World Been Destroyed?

Chapter 176: Has the World Been Destroyed?

The sky had turned into a sea of fire, the earth brimmed with murky darkness. Massive fragments tore through the burning clouds one after another, plummeting toward the tainted land. Every minute, every second, the world twisted and crumbled.

In this apocalyptic scene, a mysterious figure in a dark red gradient overcoat stood on a cliff, gazing at a meteor shower in the distance. Right hand holding a wine glass, it seemed as if this spectacle was worth celebrating with a drink.

Who was he?

What had happened?

Why had it come to this?

Suddenly, a red-haired woman emerged from the fiery sky. Dressed in a black miniskirt, her eyes appeared to encapsulate a sea of blood, and in her hand, she wielded an exquisitely carved longsword. As she stepped forward, the sky split in two from the sharpness of her swords aura. Merely gazing upon her figure was enough to make ones eyes sting!

At that moment, the mysterious person seemed to sense the gaze from behind. He slightly turned his head, almost revealing his true face.

Igor strained to open his non-existent eyes, trying to capture any detail of this enigmatic figure

Cough, cough, cough!

Igor abruptly pushed away Ashes hand, wiping his moist lips and cursed, What are you doing?!

Ashe looked confused, holding up a water bottle, I was giving you water. What, did you think I was trying to drown you by stuffing your head in the toilet? Id like to, but alas, the toilet doesnt have a single drop of water. If you dont want it, fine. Harvey, do you?

I dont want to use the restroom here. Harveys voice was faint. He sat against the wall, his dark complexion unable to hide his feebleness.

Ashe thought for a moment, then screwed the cap back on the bottle and set it aside, Better save it then, who knows, maybe theyll bring food later

It was then that Igor finally had the chance to assess their situation: the three of them were in a small room, about ten square meters, with padded floors and walls. Lighting seeped through gaps in the walls, and in the corner was an all-in-one toilet with a sink.

The room had no windows. Only in the corner of the ceiling was there a vent from which warm white mist was slowly being expelled, quickly blending into the rooms atmosphere.

He checked his equipment: the small knife, defensive gun, and multi-tool keychain were all gone. However, his metal headgear was still intactit could be straightened into a metal spike, offering some protection. But its effectiveness was highly situational: it required the enemy to have their guard down and be stripped of any protective gear.

In essence, it could only be lethal if the enemy was caught off guard while in bed or using the bathroom.

Igor attempted to stand up to block the vent, but found himself completely drained of strength. He couldnt even stand, collapsing right in front of Ashe.

Its an anesthetic healing spray, Ashe said languidly. Havent you noticed our speech is weak?

Your voice always sounds like youre constipated. How could I tell the difference? Igor retorted, lifting his sleeve to discover that the wound from a sniper bullet had begun to scab over. He was mildly surprisedwhile it wasnt as effective as a healers touch, the treatment was significantly better than standard first aid.

Do you guys know the date and time? he abruptly asked.New novel chapters are published on

Ashe replied, Its 1 AM on May 2ndweve probably slept for less than an hour. But time zones might differ between kingdoms, so it might not actually be 1 AM outside.

Igor didnt ask how Ashe knew the time without a chip or a watch. Instead, he pressed his hand against the floor, feeling a slight vibration: Were on a moving vehicle, likely a car, though Ive never seen one with such impressive soundproofing and shock absorption

Corpses could be a possibility too, Harvey said.

Dont scare me, isnt the standard transport for corpses a Body Bag?

Ashe, as a Cult Leader, dont you understand? A fresh corpse has its unique value, especially the residual warmth, which is like the last echo of life. Watching a body with warmth gradually turn into a meaningless lump of flesh, that profound sense of witnessingIm sure you can appreciate that, right?

Who would understand such a thing!

Listening to the two of them engage in endless banter, Igor, in a poor mental state, subconsciously wanted to interrupt them, but he quickly realized that something was offtheir complexions were as bad as a made-up Orc dancers, neither fully awake nor able to sleep.

The anesthetic treatment spray, in addition to causing them to be weak and anesthetized, seemed to also have an anti-sleep effect, suppressing their physiological state as much as possible while keeping them in a state of insomnia.

Compared to direct hypnosis, this state of tired wakefulness is more suitable for dealing with Sorcerer prisoners. It can exhaust the Sorcerers Mental Power, and over time, even prevent them from maintaining normal cognitive abilities. If an Interrogation is needed, prisoners in this state are more likely to divulge information. Igor had learned this from reading Mind Faction literature on Interrogation.

Ashe and Harvey might not understand this principle, but upon realizing they could not sleep, they subconsciously engaged in intense conversation to keep their minds active and maintain their condition as much as possible.

Igor quickly gathered his thoughts and carefully considered their current situation.

Actually, their circumstances were not too bad. After all, if they had been ambushed by an army from another Kingdom, they would now either be forced to have their memories extracted or become the kind of warm Corpse that Harvey favoredthe point was not that Igor judged other Kingdoms by the standards of the Blood Moon, but rather that the principle the heart of a stranger is different from ours was a common understanding.

Although they did not know who had used a Prophecy Miracle to accurately predict their appearance, it at least proved they were of value, perhaps as research material or as Slaves. In any case, there was hope for survival.

If this Kingdom also favored civilization over barbarism, where societal rules could bind the powerful, then Igor even had confidence that he could achieve something here. For a Mind Sorcerer, rules and human nature are the strongest weapons.

Thinking of the Prophecy Faction, Igor involuntarily recalled his recent dream. It was the result of a Revelation spirit acting in his dreams, a rare phenomenon that Igor could not fathom.

He had also triggered dreams of Revelation before, but most were meaningless images.

The only time it proved effective was after first encountering Emma in the Revelation of Gamble, when Igor suddenly dreamed of Shattered Lake Prison. He didnt pay much attention to this Revelation at the time, but looking back, it might have been a harbinger of his imprisonment.

But the images in the dream were too exaggerated Had the world come to an end?

Igor wasnt questioning the end of the world scenario itself; he was questioning his own credibilitya blind man from the Prophecy Faction who hadnt even reached the Silver Realm, how could he be privy to such a distant and grand future?

Even the legendary Prophet with quadruple wings might not be able to predict the fate of the world, right?

And who was that mysterious person observing the worlds end?

Perhaps the Revelation spirit had also inhaled the anesthetic spray and was showing him scenes from the past

Meanwhile, Ashe and Harveys idle chatter came to a halt. Although they wanted to combat their gloomy mental state, it seemed like the secretion of dopamine had been suppressed. The more they talked, the more exhausted they felt, and they just wanted to stop talking.

No, they needed to find something stimulating to do.

As Ashe thought this to himself, the familiar game interface appeared before his eyes, with the current time displayed in the top right corner.

Time for a card draw.