Post-Apocalyptic Survival Modpack

Chapter 124-123: Recreating the World

Last will or will?

Wang Ji asked curiously, "Is it to make the world prosperous?"

People who create a world for living beings to survive would generally have this kind of thinking.

"Do not."

The old man slowly shook his head and said, "It's a broken heart and regret."

"That overwhelming emotion was so powerful that everyone who experienced the world was filled with it and wept over it."

[Dragon knowledge progress: 20%]

Heartbreak and regret?
Wang Ji was at a loss for words to comment or guess, as these two emotions could represent many things.

However, from the old prophet's words, he grasped a key point:
'This world was created by a dragon, so it's a creation-level world?'

It doesn't look quite like it.

Then there's only one possibility: dragons possess the power to create worlds, but unlike creation-level creatures, they can't be created or taken back at will.

Like the dragon before us, it created this world, but at the cost of its life.

Thinking of this, Wang Ji couldn't help but think of the creation-level beings he had seen before.

Can a Genesis-level being die?

Wang Ji wasn't entirely sure.

I've been in contact with the outside world for a while now, and when I think about it, I don't seem to have ever seen any records of a creation-level death, nor can I find any related information.

Whether it's a creation-level being or a dragon, they're all quite mysterious.

"If you're interested in dragons, then please feel free to do so."

The old man said, "This world is beyond saving. Since the collapse of the laws, even the dragon's bones could not rest. They were forcibly thrown out and are no longer what they used to be."

As he spoke, the old man felt a wave of weakness wash over him again.

The dragon nurtured the world with its own body, and it was like a mother to all living beings in the world. However, now even its skeleton cannot be kept dignified and can only be twisted by the apocalypse, becoming unrecognizable.

Although he didn't say it, Wang Ji could still sense some of the old man's emotions.

Our understanding of dragons continues to grow, but it is still somewhat lacking.

'It seems that just listening isn't enough.'

Wang Ji's gaze swept across the building ruins and landed on the dragon skeletons floating outside.

Perhaps we should go and see it up close.

But now——

Wang Ji withdrew his gaze and said, "Tell me about the current situation. I need to know everything about the apocalypse, the details of the disaster, and the current status of the survivors."

The old man was stunned for a moment, seemingly not expecting that Wang Ji would actually care about the apocalypse.

But he quickly recovered and composed himself, saying, "As you can see, under the devastation of the collapsing laws, the world has lost its vitality and is expected to completely collapse and dissipate within two years."

"Currently, only about 30,000 survivors remain in the world, all of them in this base. The laws of this world have collapsed, and we mainly rely on equipment and supplies brought in from the outside to survive."

"According to calculations, this is currently the most stable tectonic plate in the world, but it won't last more than a year. After a year, there will no longer be such a safe place to settle down."

Wang Ji nodded slightly and said, "In other words, the most urgent issue right now is the shelter problem."

"Yes," the old man replied.

Wang Ji said, "Gather the men and get ready to work."

"Excuse me, what do you want...?" the old man asked, somewhat puzzled.

"Of course, we should build new shelters."

Wang Ji replied matter-of-factly, "You don't expect me to solve everything for you just by lifting a finger, do you?"

"Only by doing things ourselves can we have enough to eat and wear. We need to make long-term plans, otherwise there is no point in me coming here. I might as well take you all with me."

"Long-term plans?"

The old man was somewhat taken aback.

The main reason was unexpected—this creator-level being actually intended to save the world.

He had already planned to leave once this creation-level being finished studying the dragon remains.

This isn't necessarily a bad thing. After all, he is still a Creator-level being, and many people will come attracted by his presence, trying to investigate his purpose and search for any remaining secrets.

If people come, that's a good thing; it always brings some positive changes.

Although these people's motives may not be entirely pure. "Should we do it right away, or is there some internal problem that needs to be addressed first?"

Wang Ji's words came again.

The old man was startled and quickly said, "No problem, I'll go and inform everyone right away."

After saying that, he hurriedly walked deeper into the shelter.

Wang Ji wasn't idle either. Taking advantage of the time when the survivors were gathering, he took out the conversion table, exchanged it for a large number of machines and materials, and built a material network on the spot.

Then they replaced it with a bunch of blocks and tools, stuffed them inside, made an identity card, and set permissions...

When the old man returned after gathering everyone, he found that the place had completely changed, with a bunch of unfamiliar machines and tools, all of which looked very square.

Upon seeing the old man return, Wang Ji demonstrated to him how to use the tools, how to use the terminal, and how to build the blocks.

The old man quickly mastered everything; his learning speed was extremely fast.

During the learning process, he was filled with amazement but not doubt, and he immediately accepted these things and systems that he had never seen before.

The base survivors who went on to learn also picked it up quickly without any obstacles, as if everything was taken for granted.

Wang Ji was quite surprised by what he saw.

But think about it.

The world is so vast, and anyone with even a little understanding of the outside world knows that there are countless systems. The more you see, the stronger your ability to accept them becomes.

Moreover, even putting that aside, the items used to maintain the operation of this base were all transported from the outside world, and they had already been exposed to novel things from the outside world beforehand.

This saved Wang Ji some time.

"You have already learned the basic operations."

"Go, go gather materials, and build a new base."

All the survivors immediately began to act according to Wang Ji's instructions and divided up the tasks.

Some of them designed the structure of new shelters within the base, while others donned protective suits, picked up tools, and went outside to collect blocks from the ruins.

The old man, known as the prophet, was among them.

Although he was old and his body had become frail and weak due to the loss of the support of the laws, these things were no longer important at this moment.

After all, things have come to this point; it's uncertain whether we'll die of old age or exhaustion first, or whether the world will be destroyed first.

As he worked, the old man felt a vague sense of worry.

Previously, there have been attempts to transport materials from the outside world to fill the world's plates, or to bring in life from the outside world in an attempt to recreate vitality.

However, this approach has long been proven to be ineffective; the external world will soon be affected by the apocalypse and gradually collapse, just like the laws themselves.

Life cannot be born and grow here, because this world has long lost its ability to nurture things.

These attempts are pointless.

Despite this, out of trust in the Genesis-level beings, no one raised any questions, even if they had doubts.

However, as the work progressed, the old man became increasingly surprised.

The blocks that had been collected with the primitive pickaxe in his hand became incredibly stable after being placed down again.

Unaffected by gravity or the laws of collapse, they stand there solidly, existing perfectly, as if in another world.

But they do indeed exist in this world.

The world has truly been filled!
The old man stared at the square on the ground, stunned.

Just then, another familiar, childish voice rang out: "Grandpa, look! The seeds have sprouted!"

"What!?"

The old man turned his head to look at the source of the sound.

The area was now surrounded by a large crowd, who had apparently heard the noise and gone ahead of him.

The old man quickly ran over, and when he came over, everyone made way for him so that he could pass smoothly.

When the last person stepped aside and saw the scene before him, the old man couldn't help but take a deep breath.

It was a damp, square plot of farmland.

On the cultivated land, wheat seeds sprout tender shoots.

"He's alive...?"

(End of this chapter)