Apocalypse Forecast

Huai Shi returned home earlier than most people expected.

But later than some people expected.

Uncle Fang, who was waiting at the door, bowed and reported, "Miss Ai came to visit this evening. When she found out that the young master was not here, she left and asked you to go to the astronomy club when you have time."

Huai Shi paused for a moment and couldn't help scratching his head. "She must have smelled something, right?"

The perfect plan was supposed to be flawless, but there were leaks everywhere.

Shouldn't he have hidden his talents and abilities?

"It's true that you should hide your talents and abilities."

In the basement, Crow shrugged. "You see, Director Fu just wants to mess with you, and Ai Qing probably just suspects you for now. So don't worry, we've covered our tracks and there's no evidence. If anyone spreads rumors, we can accuse them of defamation!"

"Where did you learn such a TVB-style crime method?"

Huai Shi rolled his eyes and sat down, turning back into a lazy fish.

He didn't want to move at all.

In reality, Fu Yi shed a tear, wiped it away, and left without leaning on anyone's shoulder or showing any weakness. After rubbing her eyes, she continued to raise her head and finish smoking the cigarette.

But Huai Shi still felt uneasy.

"You should think of it in a positive way. It's not just you who deceived her, right?"

Huai Shi couldn't help rolling his eyes again. "Shouldn't trust be valuable and not cheap just because there are more liars? Besides, if I..."

"If you didn't do anything, Director Fu would have gone and her mother wouldn't have come."

Crow looked at him sympathetically. "This is not something that can be changed with just one dinner and one meeting. Once certain things happen, they can never be changed.

So, put away your sense of responsibility, kid. It's not time for you to be responsible for others yet. Or do you really want to marry her and spend your life together?"

"... " Huai Shi was stunned for a moment, scratching his head. "We're too familiar, sorry for not making a move."

"That's right. As a good friend, you just need to do your duty as a receiver of negative energy. You don't have to be a goblin or a lapdog. Where did all this melodrama come from?"

Crow looked behind her. "Instead of that, shouldn't we check the goods?"

She looked at the small box on the table and rubbed her wings excitedly.

"Hopefully, it's worth it."

Huai Shi sighed and opened the box, carefully taking out the yellowed fragment.

It didn't look like paper, but rather some other material. It was surprising that it hadn't decayed after such a long time. Could it be some kind of magical animal skin?

"Don't think too much, it's just plastic."

Crow looked at him as if he were an idiot.

"Plastic?" Huai Shi was astonished and couldn't believe it. "Was there plastic back then?"

It was indeed plastic when Huai Shi took a closer look... a piece of plastic film?

Crow shrugged. "As an alchemist, there are always some tricks up their sleeves. Count Saint-Germain claimed that this was the essence he extracted from petroleum, which can be used for convenient writing and storage, more reliable than paper..."

"So how do we use this thing?"

Huai Shi couldn't help but laugh. "Is it some kind of secret technique that needs to be practiced? Or do we need to find the materials and make the things on it?"

"It's not that complicated. It's actually quite easy."

Crow waved her wings, and the heavy Book of Fate appeared out of thin air, landing on the table and flipping open by itself. The pages turned without wind, directly to the middle, revealing several pieces of torn paper.

It looked like traces left after being torn off.

Huai Shi compared them and found that they fit perfectly...

Just like plugging a USB into a computer, simple and easy.

He let go, and the formula automatically fell from his hand, being absorbed into the Book of Fate, combining with the torn paper. They became one.

Then, the cracks on it began to heal.

Huai Shi's vision went black.

He instantly fell to the ground, feeling weak all over, only able to mutter a curse.

This thing was absorbing his source material!

In an instant, almost all of his source material was drained, and then, Crow, who was prepared, opened the hidden copper box and the accumulated source material quickly emerged, pouring into the pages of the Book of Fate.

It was a massive amount.

Thousands of people's worth of source material was consumed in an instant.

Huai Shi was even more curious about where Crow got so much source material.

"You see, didn't the Pure Ones cause trouble a few days ago?" Crow laughed sheepishly. "You were busy, so I didn't want to disturb you. I secretly took a small amount..."

So you sneakily stole someone else's spoils, right?

Crow shook her head and said seriously, "I just picked up some unwanted things. How can you call it stealing?"

"..."

Huai Shi was about to say something else when his vision went black again.

This time, it was truly black.

He couldn't see anything.

No heartbeat, no pulse, no sense of breathing, no feeling in his limbs or anything else.

It was as if he had been thrown into the deepest darkness in an instant.

Eternal sinking.

But then, a spark burst out in the extremely deep darkness, stagnating in the void and slowly growing.

It turned into a flickering flame.

The fire burned brightly, radiating light, breaking through all darkness, completely igniting Huai Shi.

He turned into fire.

Burning vigorously.

That flickering flame grew countless times in the blink of an eye, and then quickly collapsed and shrank. In the end, it was difficult to distinguish whether it was still a flame.

There was only a faint speck of light, like dust, as if it contained the entire world.Countless changes emerged from within, constantly colliding, bursting out wave after wave of radiance. Precise as a clock, countless gear-like flames formed a strict mechanical phenomenon for every change, millions of strands converged into one, eventually forming this point of pure white fire, intricate and complex to the point where the naked eye could hardly penetrate.

It was rising, extinguishing, rebirthing, and exhausting all changes.

It seemed like drilling wood for fire, or like thunder capturing the falling sky, as if viscous black oil was ignited by high temperature and rose, or from a tiny collision, the mutual stimulation of chemical substances, or the bright light burst from the collapse of stars, or from the mouth of a dragon...

In an instant, Huai Shi seemed to have been born countless times.

After exhausting all the origins of fire in the world, he became part of the fire, he was a plasma, he was an energy gradient field, he was a wave of energy radiating in all directions, he became the phenomenon formed after ionization...

He seemed to be matter, yet he had no physical form.

He seemed like a legend, yet he spread in the mortal world, bringing light and heat.

In the end, Huai Shi finally realized how it should be named.

This was a miracle.

— It was the embers left by the birth and change of miracles.

In that instant, he woke up from the fire and opened his eyes.

No longer needing the dust of the liberated, in an instant, he entered the shadow soul form, feeling the fire of destruction gushing out in the endless darkness. But the once untamed and wild fire now seemed like a part of him, tamed and quietly flowing in the crack in front of his chest, emitting a glow like rotating magma.

When he put away the flame, he finally completely transformed into darkness.

Under the table where the light couldn't reach, he found that the outline of his legs began to thin, like ink about to dissolve in water, gradually blurring.

Darkness became his coat, hiding his body.

"Good progress."

Crow nodded approvingly: "When you can disappear while standing in the dark, the Holy Mark of the shadow soul has completely become a part of your soul."

"Standing in the dark and being invisible to others? What's the use of that?"

Huai Shi couldn't help but laugh: "As long as it's a bit dark, no one can see, right?"

"What about infrared night vision? Source material perception? And countless other ways of detection? The naked eye is just the most common and easiest to deceive method of observation."

Crow's eyes looked at him like he was an idiot: "Don't be ungrateful, bastard. This talent is called 'Dark Cloak', as you advance to the third stage, it will become Hell Walker, and at the fifth stage, it will be Deep Blessing - as long as you wish, darkness will stand like a fortress around you, blocking all attacks for you..."

Huai Shi was immediately intrigued, but this time he was more cautious, asking: "When can I reach the fifth stage?"

"That's hard to say."

Crow laughed awkwardly a couple of times, shifted his gaze, and changed the subject: "The growth brought to you by the fragment of memory, it can't just be this little, right?"

"There is more, give me a Dust of Liberation."

Huai Shi took the white crystal grain, threw it into the hole in his chest, and visibly, the immersed darkness began to riot, like an engine roaring.

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But this time, not a trace of flame leaked from the Holy Mark.

Instead of futilely trying to seal it from the outside, Huai Shi tried to suppress the scale of the two reactions - that is, the burning speed of the Dust of Liberation.

The reaction degree that was originally uncontrollable is now easy to handle.

He easily divided the Dust of Liberation from the inside out into sixteen layers, each layer gradually exploding, limiting the power within his control, and extending the burning process to the limit.

The limit time in his estimation is about half an hour.

Unless there is a large-scale war, half an hour is completely enough for normal conflicts and encounters. Now, he can even control it to explode all the firepower of half an hour at once.

More importantly, Huai Shi felt that the fire burning in his chest had undergone some kind of qualitative change and turned into a form that he could hardly describe.

When he raised his palm, pure white flames ignited from his hand.

From the flames.

Countless tiny iron pieces like dust slowly emerged, connecting with each other.