Apocalypse Forecast

Not only did KP intentionally shield their reactions or others, except for Ai Qing suddenly looking up, the others still stared at the forms on the table, holding the dice without any reaction.

Ai Qing stared at the table and saw the bloodstains spit out between Yue Jun's exit. After a long time, she slowly raised her head: "Are they dead?"

"Don't think of me as so evil, miss."

KP smiled and looked behind Ai Qing, "After all, I didn't set such harsh rules with the others."

Ai Qing suddenly turned her head and saw two figures on the corner of the room, on the old sofa, Yue Jun and his supervisor, they were still alive.

But besides being alive, there was nothing left.

There was no light in their pupils anymore, their pupils dilated, dull and lifeless. They just sat on the sofa motionlessly, drooling slowly from the corners of their mouths.

Walking corpses.

"See, I told you they were still alive, right?" KP smiled, "They just lost all their 'sanity'..."

"What's the difference between being alive and dead like this?"

"There's a big difference. Compared to the huge price of losing their lives, they just sacrificed some sanity and lost some dignity. They haven't had a soul collapse. Find a better sanatorium, and they'll probably recover after five or six years.

I think the price I charged is quite merciful, right?"

KP casually glanced at Ai Qing's character card: "Compared to others, you should worry about yourself more. After all, they only lost their sanity, but you..."

"Tsk."

Ai Qing made an unhappy sound but didn't say anything more.

Just as KP was about to continue the game, his phone on the table suddenly vibrated.

"Hmm?"

He picked it up and looked at it, raising his eyebrows: "Oh, it seems that many viewers are dissatisfied with this tedious game style..."

"Viewers?" Ai Qing frowned.

"Didn't I tell you?" KP seemed to have just remembered, smiling, "This game is being live-streamed on the dark web border.

The global attention has reached 30,000, and the number of paying viewers is about to exceed 3,000! It's really gratifying! Ah, don't worry, I have protected everyone's privacy... But we also need to respect the viewers' opinions."

He pondered for a moment, seeming to be quite troubled about something. After a long time, he sighed helplessly, "Alright, alright, let's update the version then.

After all, my goal is to let everyone better appreciate the joy of this story, not to discourage them with tedious calculations and long rulebooks."

He paused for a moment and revealed his signature smile, "So, in accordance with the viewers' demands, starting from now, the game will skip all the tedious processes of rolling dice and making judgments, leaving it to the 'self-regulating probability judgment terminal' for determination, fully simulating reality!

Everything is for the most realistic gaming experience for players and viewers!"

As he spoke, he snapped his fingers and announced with pity, "Everyone, the gentle tutorial level is about to end. Next, the game will enter HARD difficulty.

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Huai Shi fell asleep.

Huai Shi had a dream.

He could clearly feel himself sinking into darkness, gradually falling downward.

Pain, coldness, hunger, loneliness, despair, and numbness.

In this seemingly eternal darkness, countless thoughts emerged from his chest, as if abandoned by the whole world, unable to find an inch of land to stay.

But in this desperate coldness, a crack seemed to open in the sky of the dark abyss.

From within, a divine light shone down.

Like a beam of light from a lighthouse, illuminating the figure standing deeper in the darkness.

Huai Shi couldn't see the face clearly because it was too beautiful and solemn. He couldn't judge the person's age because it seemed to simultaneously possess the world-weary maturity and the innocence of a child. He couldn't even determine the person's gender because that pure beauty seemed to transcend the boundaries of gender and enter the realm of the divine.

On the solemn robe, however, there was a touch of discordant bloodstain, staining this sacredness. Thus, it fell from paradise and plunged into the abyss.

But even in the deepest darkness, it couldn't tarnish the pure white crown.

Like the culmination of all the light in the world, infinite majesty and tyranny adorned it like gemstones, piercing every daring gaze.

In that instant, Huai Shi saw the figure slowly raise its eyes, looking up at the infinite world from the depths of the dark abyss.

Then, the darkness surged like a tide.

Countless hoarse voices overlapped, turning into deafening thunderous roars.

"Listen, this is the will of the Supreme White Crown King; revere the majesty of this earthly god!" The abyss howled, "The supreme will is proclaimed here, and you only need to listen; this is the predetermined fate, and you only need to obey!"

Immediately, everything froze.

As if the whole world was obediently listening to the words of that figure. So, a low and gentle voice sounded, the calm words echoing in the abyss, stirring up a tidal wave, like the aftermath of stars rotating.

"Today, I will erect a monument in this barren land."

The supreme White Crown King issued a decree: "To the losers who have never succumbed to adversity and still hold a glimmer of hope for the future - if you have the courage, prove your strength and talent by coming to this new continent!

At that time, I will await your arrival together with this rebellious monument."

In the ancient silence, the supreme king laughed and declared:

"Our era is about to come!"

In that instant, Huai Shi woke up from his dream.

He was drenched in sweat.

His head throbbed, and he felt a wave of dizziness. Not only him, but all the inspectors suddenly gasped for breath and cold sweat dripped from their foreheads.

Faint sounds of dice rolling echoed, forcibly deducting a bit of sanity from all the players.

But what was terrifying was that upon waking up, the memories of the dream quickly blurred and dissipated, until finally, apart from a few fragmented pieces, it was difficult to recall the full picture of the dream.

Except for Huai Shi.

"White Crown King?" Ai Qing asked incredulously, "Are you sure he called himself the White Crown King?"

Huai Shi read the record in the Book of Fate again, "Yes, is he an important figure?"

Ai Qing asked in return, "Hundreds of years ago, he led a large-scale migration movement and united with the Inca lineage to create the American lineage, one of the six major lineages today... Do you think he is a third-rate character?"

Huai Shi was stunned.

Then he trembled.

He really trembled.

Why did he, who was just holding a fragment of the Philosopher's Stone, get involved with such a big shot?

After realizing it, he finally understood who Ai Qing was talking about.

The first "Fallen Morning Star" in history.

The former manager of the Holy Spirit lineage, said to be one of the fallen gods, had immense power during the most glorious period and was even hailed as the vice ruler of heaven!

A thousand years ago, he was the true master of this world. Even a thousand years later, the miracles and changes he created still deeply influenced this world.

Purely in terms of correction value, he alone could reach over thirty percent!

One-third of the world was in turmoil and change because of him, and under his will, it became what it is today.

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Even the rise of the Astronomical Society came after him.

Compared to this big shot who was so high that he didn't know where to go, he was nothing more than dust!

So why did he appear here?

Now it seemed that the power that guided Van Helsing and Paracelsus to the same ship in 1620 came from him.

"No, all the passengers are probably his doing."

Ai Qing covered her throbbing forehead and murmured almost in pain, "It's 1620 now, Huai Shi... I should have thought of it earlier, I should have thought of it."

"What did you think of?"

She didn't say anything else and fell into silence, as if she had entered deeper contemplation.

Soon, Huai Shi heard sharp screams coming from outside the door.

Followed by cries of despair.

"My Bobby... my Bobby... Ahhh!!!"

The old woman cried hoarsely, "Who killed my Bobby! Who! Oh, God, I curse you! I curse you! Your soul will be sealed in the eternal Siberian winter... Ah, my Bobby... my poor child... who could be so cruel to you..."

Huai Shi pushed open the door in astonishment and saw that many people in the corridor were curiously poking their heads out, looking at the old woman kneeling in front of the steps and crying.

And the mangled corpse in her arms.

It was a...

"Chicken?"

Huai Shi squinted in disbelief.

Indeed, it was a chicken.

It could vaguely be discerned that it was once a majestic and powerful rooster, which would probably be as big as a turkey if it stood up.

But now it was dead, brutally gutted.

Huai Shi could even tell from Van Helsing's experience that the chicken had been bitten to death while still alive, gutted, and even its organs had been eaten.

"How tragic."

He couldn't help but whisper, "Did everyone stay up all night and eat chicken on the whole ship?"

It seemed to make sense.

Soon, the serious-looking Lao Xiao walked over and whispered to him, "Yue Jun has disappeared. Everyone gather in my room later."

"He's offstage now and has become an idiot." Ai Qing said in his mind, "Do you need me to describe in detail how he licked the saliva off the ground?"

Huai Shi was stunned, then vehemently refused.

"Then stop messing around, Huai Shi." Ai Qing reminded, "And be careful of Lao Xiao."

"What's wrong with him?"

"He's fine." Ai Qing said, "At this time, be cautious of anyone trying to take control, or more precisely, everyone."

For a moment, he had nothing to say.

In the silence, there was only the heart-wrenching cry of the old woman.

But soon, sharp screams came from the deck, and chaos spread suddenly.

Someone had died.To be precise, all the crew members are dead.