Apocalypse Forecast

In the moment when he kicked open the gate, he saw the scattered tobacco leaves and messy tools drying in the yard, with dust flying everywhere, as if the yellow earth covered everything.

But he didn't see any enemies.

He only saw a skinny woman trying to hide two girls behind her, staring at Huai Shi with fear in her eyes.

"I'm sorry..." he swallowed his saliva, "I'm in the wrong place."

He was about to turn around, but was kicked by his teammate and then heard the roaring of automatic rifles, a series of loud noises, and faint screams.

And the sound of blood spraying.

He didn't even have time to turn around.

Someone seemed to be shouting in the distance, and then something flew through the air, followed by a loud noise.

And then there was silence.

Only the piercing sound ringing in his ears.

A rocket-propelled grenade came from nowhere and turned everything into ruins.

Huai Shi instinctively lay on the ground and crawled forward. Someone pulled him up and shouted something in his ear, but he couldn't hear clearly. He just followed the commands of the captains and randomly pulled the trigger towards the front.

Even when the magazine was empty, he didn't realize it.

And then he saw the bodies, bodies, bodies, bodies, bodies...

Women, children, old people, tall or short, fat or thin... intact or broken.

The whole process was too fast for him to react.

He didn't even find where the enemies were, as if the battle had already ended. Then he was dragged to the square by angry teammates and beaten up.

In the midst of severe dizziness and confusion, the instructor walked up to him. The middle-aged man with two mustaches looked down at him for a long time, then waved his hand behind him.

Someone brought two struggling enemies forward.

Then the instructor helped Huai Shi up from the ground, patted the dust off his body gently, and put his own gun in his hand, pointing to the screaming children on the ground and said something.

Huai Shi didn't hear clearly, looking around in confusion, seeing the cold faces of his teammates and the messy bodies piled up into a mountain on the square.

The blood gathered in one place, forming a river.

The instructor said something again, but he still couldn't hear clearly. So the guns of his teammates slowly raised and aimed at him, and he was stunned.

Finally, the instructor spoke to him again.

This time, Huai Shi finally heard clearly. He said, "Shoot."Subconsciously, Huai Shi pulled the trigger towards the enemy.

One, two, three, four…

Soon, the magazine was emptied, and the two enemies on the ground turned into a pile of flesh, no longer moving. Only blood bubbles continuously emerged from the bullet wounds, dyeing the yellow ground into pitch black.

At the last moment, Huai Shi finally saw his own face, from the corpse.

From the lifeless eyes of those two little girls.

Huai Shi opened his eyes in the room.

Huai Shi began to convulse violently, shouting at Crow, then started vomiting.

Bent over, lying on the ground, vomiting until tears almost flowed out.

First came fear, then pain, followed by regret, and finally only anger and disgust, towards his own deep anger and disgust.

He actually fired the gun.

Against two little girls who had no resistance…

"Fuck…"

He wearily covered his face, unable to help but want to cry: "Fuck…"

Even when burning the red gloves, he never had any touch. But in this void record, he felt such a deep fear of death and a strong aversion to killing.

There were no enemies there, only old people who lost their sons in the war, women who lost their husbands, and children who lost their fathers…

It was just a meaningless massacre.

He actually fired the gun.

Knowing that it was just a record, even if he was killed, there would be no problem, he actually fired the gun… at two children who were not even enemies.

Because of fear, scared, confused, or… weak.

What did that guy with the red gloves do in the past!

And what did he do?

"It seems that I was too eager for quick success and instant benefits, and the choice of practical courses was not appropriate." Crow looked at him with pity, "This is my fault, not your problem. Rest for tonight, and I will adjust the new one tomorrow…"

"No, give me a few minutes—"

Huai Shi interrupted her, "Just a few minutes."

Silence came.

Soon, he finally calmed down, went to the bathroom, wiped off the snot and saliva on his face, and returned to the hall.

He said calmly, "Do it again."

"Are you sure?" Crow asked suspiciously.

"Do it again."

Huai Shi repeated, "Do it again."

For a long time, Crow seemed to understand something and smiled.

She said, "Okay."

The event branching point fell, and darkness struck.Huai Shi opened his eyes, smelling the dry dust and feeling the scorching wind blowing in from the window. The instructor issued an order from the co-pilot seat:

"Kill them all, no one left alive."

Huai Shi nodded and said, "Okay."

Then he raised his gun and aimed at the driver's seat, pulling the trigger.

With a roar, sparks shot out of the barrel.

The driver died, a mess splattered on the broken car window, and the car suddenly twisted and rolled.

Huai Shi felt the wind rushing past him as the car tumbled violently, and it seemed like a group of people were pouncing on him, but they were quickly suppressed by his teammates.

The door of the back compartment opened.

The expressionless instructor walked in and looked down at him.

"You failed."

He said, pulling the trigger.

Bang!

Huai Shi's head exploded.

He opened his eyes, breathing heavily and sweating profusely.

Soon, he picked up the warm water on the table and drank it all in one gulp. "Again!"

"Okay." Crow nodded, and darkness came again.

"Kill them all, no one left alive."

He heard the instructor's voice and laughed, drawing a dagger from his boot and lightly cutting the neck of a teammate on his right. The broken neck spewed blood, dyeing the dust in the air red.

Time seemed to stand still.

In that instant, Huai Shi drew his gun and fired continuously, aiming at his teammates in front, behind, and to the left and right. One after another, their brains exploded.

But soon, he was killed again.

"You need to pay attention to some strategy." Crow said, "Theoretically, you have the possibility of defeating them without injury, but I need to remind you that what you are reading is the record of the Red Glove. That is to say, what happened and what each person would do is based on his subjective judgment. Do you understand?"

"I don't quite understand."

"It doesn't matter, you will understand soon." Crow withdrew his gaze. "Again?"

"Okay!"

Huai Shi opened his eyes again, moving his body slightly in response to the instructor's command from the car compartment, checking his equipment.

A military knife, a pistol, an automatic rifle, a bulletproof vest, a walkie-talkie, and several magazines inserted into his quick response vest.

And an iron grenade.

Weighing the heavy object in his hand, Huai Shi smiled at his teammates and quietly pulled off the ring.

Counting down softly.

Three, two, one.

In that instant, he leaped out, crashing into the door of the back compartment, and fell out of the speeding car, rolling on the ground, covered in thorns and bushes, his hands in excruciating pain.

But soon, he heard the roar behind him.The transportation vehicle speeding on the road suddenly shook, jumping several tens of centimeters off the ground. Then, the iron box inflated like it was blown up, spewing out blood-red flames from the shattered cracks.

Soon, it twisted and deformed in the burning flames, rolling to a stop.

Huai Shi climbed up from the ground, gasping heavily under the scorching sun. But soon, he saw the twisted iron door in the burning wreckage suddenly emit a sharp sound.

It was kicked open by a foot.

The instructor with a solemn expression slowly walked out from the passenger seat, overlooking Huai Shi's stunned expression. Even though he looked like an ordinary person and had no signs of source material or holy marks on his body, he survived the violent explosion unscathed, not even losing a single hair.

"What happened, and what everyone does is subjective judgment of the Red Glove, right?"

Huai Shi couldn't help but laugh, mocking the Red Glove, "How big of a psychological shadow do you have towards your instructor?"

Otherwise, how could an obviously ordinary instructor survive a grenade explosion?

Did this guy think his instructor was an indestructible iron man?

"I never expected this, 7794."

The instructor looked at him indifferently, slowly turning his neck and lightly tapping the handle of the whip tied to his waist, making a sound that made Huai Shi's body tense up.

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Tap, tap, tap...

The sound of his finger tapping the whip was a symbol of torture and punishment.

One torture, two serious injuries, and then there would be no third time.

Having witnessed countless scenes of his comrades being whipped to death on the playground, Huai Shi unexpectedly felt the remaining despair and fear of the Red Glove, and his will to resist quickly began to crumble.

The instructor walked forward, towering over his trembling opponent, reaching out and pressing his head.

Twist.

Snap!

Huai Shi's neck broke.

Bang!

Huai Shi angrily opened his eyes and punched the table, "Weakling!"

He didn't know if he was cursing the Red Glove or himself, as he had deeply experienced the instructor's cruelty and brutality in countless training memories.

"It seems that you have already realized the limitations of the subjective recorder, right?"

Crow laughed strangely, "Those who cannot extricate themselves from their own fear and confusion cannot be an absolute objective recorder of everything.

But this is precisely the beauty of recording experiences, allowing you to have the possibility of surpassing the recorded."

"How do I do that?" Huai Shi asked."It's simple," Crow said, "just smash everything. No matter what happens, no matter what's blocking you, just take care of them all in your own way.

No matter how difficult the arcade game is, there's always a chance of beating it. Clearing it with just one coin is just the basics. On the contrary, speed and no damage are the goals to strive for..."

She paused for a moment, with a sly smile. "So, if you find it difficult, do you need a cheat device? As long as it's recorded in the Book of Fate, it's easy to make yourself as powerful as a god."

"I'll pass."

After resting for a while and feeling his energy restored, Huai Shi rubbed his slightly sore forehead and prepared to start. But he saw Crow handing him a cigarette.

"As a reward for your courage, I'll give you a free blue bottle."