Post-Apocalyptic Survival Modpack

Chapter 98, Section 97: Am I dead?

Tomorrow will inevitably come.

Day 48.

Wang Ji really had no choice.

There's no way to choose anymore.

Once you choose from the remaining options, most people will indeed die from exhaustion.

Even with the easiest option, monsters will keep appearing and relentlessly hunt down every living person.

Without sufficient strength, it would be impossible to resist.

Compared to that, even the collapse of magic becomes acceptable.

However, the anticipated collapse of magic did not occur during the waiting period.

It seemed as if nothing had happened; even the magic network was completely silent, with no news coming out.

No news...

--etc.

Wang Ji opened the magic network, attempting to send a message to Osvid, but when he entered the characters, they turned into an incomprehensible mess, making it impossible to send.

Not only Oswald, but Wang Ji also tried to send messages to everyone, but still couldn't send them.

"what happened?"

Wang Ji couldn't help but mutter, then paused, startled.

I heard a low, muffled noise.

Where is the noise coming from?
No, that's not right, it's not noise.

Wang Ji opened his mouth again, trying to say something, but all he heard was a meaningless noise.

Snapped!
Without warning, the magic network collapsed.

Boom!

The earth trembled, the wind howled, the underwater volcano erupted again, and the ice and snow from the north swept across the world in retaliation.

The elements have reignited their riots.

Wang Ji quickly teleported to the Four Towers of Miracles and found that all the runes engraved on the towers had lost their luster and become difficult to read, as if they were just a bunch of meaningless graffiti.

The Four Towers of Miracles have been destroyed.

The matrix suspended in the middle lost its support and plummeted from mid-air with a loud crash.

"What's going on here?"

Wang Ji asked someone nearby, but all he heard from that person was meaningless noise.

I was thinking the same thing, but I just couldn't say it out loud.

The person in front of him answered in the same way; his lips kept opening and closing as if he were saying something, but Wang Ji couldn't understand a word of it and only felt annoyed.

In desperation, the man seemed to suddenly think of a solution. He began to chant a spell, but before he could release it, the gathered magical elements exploded in front of him, charring him black and nearly killing him instantly.

Wang Ji quickly fed him a bottle of medicine.

Although the conversation didn't go on, Wang Ji understood what he meant.

The spell cannot be cast.

Wang Ji remained silent. After numerous experiments, he realized that language had lost its function of communication; once spoken, it would become meaningless noise.

There are also words, or rather, 'symbols'.

All symbols, including written characters, have lost their function of 'carrying meaning'.

The four towers of miracles and the magic network collapsed as a result, and spells could no longer be cast.

Not just the person in front of you.

All the spells used by the sorcerers have failed and cannot be used.

"The Great Silence".

A word came to Wang Ji's mind.

"But why can I still use it?"

The spell page is normal, and all mods and items are unaffected.

It seems this disaster has no effect on them?
As for the other stuff...

"not good!"

Wang Ji paused for a moment, then immediately opened a portal to travel to various containment facilities.

Many automated execution devices rely on magic to operate, so if all runes and magic fail, the execution device will also fail!

The result is--

A jumble of noises came through.

When Wang Ji arrived at the first fungal containment facility, he found that nothing had happened yet, and the bedrock blockade was not easy to break through.

Unless the monsters produced can teleport.

Teleportation…

Wang Ji ran to the parasite containment facility, where he saw the thing he least wanted to see.

Berserk Enderman.

It teleported out.

This is a monster that appears only in the fifth stage of evolution, but the problem is...

"These parasites have been kept in captivity, so where did they get evolution points?"

Wang Ji crushed the berserk Enderman to death, cleaned up its traces, and dug through the bedrock isolation layer to take a look inside.

The answer is revealed.

It is the Angel of Death.

These parasites are constantly making noise, and the Angel of Death appears directly within the bedrock surrounding layer, attempting to kill these parasites.

But clearly, they all failed, instead becoming nutrients for the evolution of the parasites.

The parasite has grown up, at least to the fifth stage.

Wang Ji felt a chill run down his spine.

How could I forget to prevent this!

"Just how many berserk Endermen teleported away?"

do not know.

However, it can be seen that none of the guards here were spared; they were all turned into parasitic monsters.

The parasite broke through containment and began to escape.

Wang Ji anxiously tried to find traces of the escaped parasite, but the magic network was unusable, rendering all means of communication useless.

Disasters broke out one after another in various places.

The Great Silence made it impossible to suppress the elemental chaos, which in turn triggered a series of chain reactions, causing the apocalypse containment to fail in several places.

The peace was shattered in an instant.

Things are about to get chaotic.

Wang Ji quickly opened portals and went to one place after another, trying to organize people. However, after working for most of the day, he was unable to change anything.

The great silence rendered everyone incapable of communication; they had a multitude of words they couldn't utter or write, and could only stare helplessly in frustration. All the sorcerers were reduced to ordinary people at this moment, and the magical system began to collapse from its very core, beyond repair.

Except for Wang Ji.

Wang Ji soon discovered that he seemed to be the only one who was unaffected.

It seems that he is the only one in the world who can normally manipulate magic and cast spells through the module page.

Then there are his creations, such as the material network that uses energy, which are unaffected. The numbers and descriptions inside are still understandable, and the permissions are still in effect.

"There's still help!"

Wang Ji saw hope, and that hope came from within himself.

But before he could make a decision, a massive shadow slowly enveloped the entire city.

That towering figure, what else could it be but the ultimate boss of the insect plague?
"The Torturer, why have you been resurrected?"

As if sensing someone calling its name, the giant above paused briefly.

"Nothingness is your destiny."

It responded to Wang Ji.

Wang Ji's heart skipped a beat, but his attention was not on the content of the response.

Wait, we can understand what the other person is saying!

Under the influence of the great silence, we were actually able to understand each other!
A flash of inspiration struck me.

'The things manifested by cognitive points seem to be like me, able to resist other apocalypses in this world and unaffected by the laws of doomsday.'

Could they actually fight against the apocalypse?
Could it be that we've been using the wrong method to accumulate Doomsday Knowledge Points all along?
bump!
While he was thinking, a tentacle lashed out at Wang Ji, dealing tens of thousands of damage that nearly shattered his shield.

Wang Ji looked up and shouted, "Wait, Torturer, let's have a good talk!"

It ignored Wang Ji and continued its attack, summoning a large number of its subordinates as it attacked.

The insect plague has returned, sweeping across the sky.

Wang Ji was unable to defend himself for a while and could only keep changing positions.

"Very well, since you're unwilling to talk, then I'll let you die again."

"I didn't make a move because I thought it would be a waste of time. Did you really think I couldn't beat you?"

"Although I don't know how you were resurrected, I think you'll be willing to talk more about it next time we meet."

Wang Ji flew into the air, dodging an attack, and began to fight against the Torturer, dealing with the harassment of other insects while using various methods to reduce its health.

Although he didn't have the infinite magic supply from the magic network this time, he still had equivalent exchange and an inexhaustible supply of EMC points, which he could exchange for a lot of things containing magic, such as magic stones or magic energy elements. Although it was a bit troublesome, he still had no shortage of magic.

Wang Ji continued to fly in mid-air, dealing with the tormentors.

"Not bad, this pace is good, as long as we keep going..."

Snapped!
The tormentor turned around and waved its tentacles once more, attempting to attack Wang Ji.

But... it's too slow!

In Wang Ji's eyes, the movement was clumsy and could be easily dodged.

But soon he couldn't laugh anymore.

A large group of berserk Endermen teleported across space. Some were drawn to the city's garrison and turned to fight them, while others surged toward Wang Ji, slowing him down.

The parasites secretly developed amidst the chaos, and now they are beginning to exert their power.

The tormentor is not fighting alone; it has gained its allies.

These two actually teamed up!
Wang Ji looked at these monsters with surprise.

"What about my support?"

Where did Oswald go at this time?!

After uttering a complaint, Wang Ji waved his hand and crushed a group of berserk Endermen.

This delay resulted in another lash from the tormentor.

Spell shield shattered.

Roar--

Swarms of flying parasites and the insect swarms summoned by the Torturer surrounded Wang Ji, with a few Death Angels mixed in among them.

The tormentor seized the opportunity, wielding tentacles thicker than houses, and slammed them down again.

Wang Ji looked around and found that there was no way out in any direction.

No, there is still a way.

You can also teleport here to escape, allowing for a strategic retreat.

嗏

The gaze drifted to the residents being slaughtered by monsters, then to the city under the tattered sky, and finally to the murky ocean and the pitch-black sky.

Does it make sense?

At this moment, for some reason, Wang Ji's thoughts drifted back to two months ago, when he confronted the second-ranked high-level leader in the skies above the capital.

“Young sage, your compassion and naivety will ruin you sooner or later.”

Boom!

As the tentacle slammed down, a sea of ​​fire instantly erupted around Wang Ji, igniting the insect plague and all the parasites.

Phoenix Guardian

In the blink of an eye, he was reborn on the spot.

“Disappointing.”

The tormentor's voice came again.

Wang Ji was not given any chance to react, not even a moment to cast a teleportation spell.

bump!
The final blow landed, unleashing an unstoppable surge of massive damage.

Suddenly, everything went black, and all sensation vanished.

Just before darkness engulfed his senses, in a daze, Wang Ji seemed to see a familiar figure.

Oswald.

How can he still fly? Was he not affected at all?
What on earth is going on here...?

My mind went blank.

Darkness truly descended.

"%&*@!!"

Oswald shouted in grief and indignation, making a bunch of meaningless noises.

As he drew closer, the surrounding space shattered, crushing all the monsters into dust, leaving them utterly dead.

Even the torturers couldn't withstand this onslaught and died instantly on the spot.

"Haha, my helper has arrived."

Wang Ji was thinking and about to speak when he found that he could not make a sound or make any movements. He could only look at a fixed perspective, which was still in black and white.

A corpse dressed in a God suit falls in the picture; it looks somewhat familiar.

Wang Ji was stunned.

That looks like...me?

I am dead?
(End of this chapter)