Post-Apocalyptic Survival Modpack

Chapter 97, Section 96: Tears of God
"It's so dark."

Located in the heart of the desert city of Magic Network, a maintenance worker frowned as he entered the information room.

Why isn't anyone turning on the lights?

And why is it so quiet?
Who took the lanterns apart? Where's the record player? Why isn't it playing noise anymore?
And the most important magic network matrix, why isn't it glowing anymore? What's going on?
pat.

Thinking it over, he took out a few lanterns from the material network and hung them on the wall.

Warm light spread out, dispelling the darkness.

However, what the maintenance worker saw before him chilled him to the bone.

The instant he put the lamp down, making a distinct sound, a gigantic black monster charged at him with incredible speed.

Before I could even react, everything went black.

The information room fell silent once again.

The angel of death, having lost its target, stood motionless.

Behind it lies a bloodbath.

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Not long after, the door was kicked open, and the sound immediately caught the attention of the Angel of Death. It rushed over, but the next moment it was grabbed tightly by a magical hand. Before it could even let out a wail, it was crushed to pieces, and its various body parts exploded all over the ground.

Wang Ji shook his hand, looked at the mess in front of him, and found it difficult to calm his breathing.

The record player is not working.

Some people did not take the newly promulgated regulations seriously.

This one negligent person ruined the lives of everyone in the information room.

No one survived.

The information room's magic network matrix showed signs of damage, not intentional; judging from the marks, it was clearly done by the Angel of Death incidentally.

This was an accident caused by an apocalyptic disaster.

After Wang Ji killed the Angel of Death, someone immediately took over the cleanup work at the scene.

"Perhaps safety education needs to be strengthened."

Amidst the noise, Ryder, who had come to investigate, offered his advice.

Wang Ji remained silent for a long while before saying, "Essentially, these are all calamities caused by the apocalypse. These cumbersome rules shouldn't exist in the first place."

"I'm fed up with the apocalypse, really."

Ryder sighed and said, "Who wouldn't be annoyed? In the end, I was also killed by the apocalypse."

"It's malicious, unsolvable, makes you live in constant fear, and you have to memorize so many rules."

"A slight oversight could have led to a tragedy like today."

"I've almost forgotten what normal life used to be like, even though it doesn't seem like that long ago."

While the two were talking, the information room was cleaned up and new staff members filled in.

Having learned from the recent lesson, this group is visibly more cautious and clearly takes the rules very seriously.

After that day, the access to the material network was expanded by another layer, and the restrictions became fewer and fewer.

The shield spell rings were wholesaled and distributed to everyone to protect against danger.

Even so, unexpected events continue to occur.

The world is so big, there are always some things that are beyond our control.

The Great Flood has ended, but the elemental riots have not been completely resolved. They have only become smaller and easier to manage due to the suppression of the Four Towers of Miracles and the Archmage, rather than disappearing.

How long can it last?
Wang Ji was unaware of this, and Oswald did not provide an answer.

Now that the news of the apocalypse has spread to a certain area, many people in the community are aware of its existence and are constantly putting forward various ideas.

But none of them were truly useful.

Two days passed in a tense atmosphere.

Another third day is approaching.

Wang Ji walked along the city street, looking up at the dark and murky water beyond the sky, his heart heavy.

Looking down and blinking, Wang Ji suddenly noticed a small white flower he had never seen before growing by the roadside. The flower was very bright and eye-catching, and just looking at it gave him a refreshing feeling.

Wang Ji looked closely at this newborn, pure life, and his mood improved considerably.

Even in such times, life continues to grow; no one gives up.

Even in the most desperate situations, there is always new hope.

Why is he so depressed?
Wang Ji stared at the tiny flower struggling to grow in the soil and couldn't help but smile. Giving up so easily—that's not like the 'great sage' people talk about.

“These are ‘Tears of God’.”

A voice came from behind him. Wang Ji turned around and found that Oswald was already standing behind him.

"Tears of God?"

Wang Ji asked curiously, "Does it have any special meaning?"

Oswald nodded, then shook his head.

While Wang Ji was bewildered by this, he said, "Actually, before I actually saw it today, I always thought that this flower was just a figment of my imagination, a non-existent plant."

"It is recorded in church scriptures, and it is said that when the gods fall and the world is destroyed, beautiful 'tears of God' will bloom in every corner of the world."

"It is the world's compassion, a final farewell gift to all beings."

"I've always thought of this as a little story that someone in the church made up on the spot."

Oswald’s tone was more peaceful than ever before.

"It wasn't until I looked back just now that I realized this flower actually existed many, many years ago."

"look."

He raised his head and looked into the distance.

Wang Ji also raised his head.

In the dimly lit city, every crack in the soil had been covered with tiny white flowers.

A pure white expanse.

Some residents boldly touched the flowers and gently smelled their fragrance; their expressions changed from sorrow to peace, and their hearts seemed to be healed.

“Some of the things recorded by the church may be true history.”

"The age of God truly existed."

Wang Ji couldn't help but say, "This is really strange. I remember that in the history of the Empire, you, the Grand Mage, were the first person to oppose the Church."

"That is based on the premise that the church is deceiving the masses."

Oswald murmured, "Now it seems that the so-called 'Age of Gods' might actually be true, and the history of ancient times is more complex than we imagined."

"So," Wang Ji chuckled, "you're telling me to give up and accept my fate?"

"Do not."

Oswald gently closed his eyes, as if he had made a decision.

"Fate is elusive; only what you hold in your own hands is real."

"There are still things I can do."

"I'll leave all the decisions to you from now on, Wang Ji. Whether you decide to control the course of the apocalypse or let it come naturally."

Wang Ji: "And what about you?"

"You believe in the contents of that church's scriptures, think it's hopeless, and plan to give up?"

"Do not."

Oswald shook his head slightly.

"I plan to do something that suits me better, and at this point, there's no need to worry about anything anymore."

“You know, my talent is ‘root perception’. There are some things that only I can explore, and perhaps only I have the ability to record and transmit them back.”

"If I have any leads, I will contact you immediately."

Hearing Oswald's words, Wang Ji's expression gradually became somewhat confused.

"What are you talking about? Can you be more direct?"

"If you keep telling riddles like that, I'll kick your ass and make all your old bones fall apart."

Oswald chuckled: "Then don't complain about it being uncomfortable."

After saying that, he vanished in a flash.

Wang Ji was left alone with a headache.

Suddenly, the pure white flowers didn't look so pretty anymore.

(End of this chapter)