Post-Apocalyptic Survival Modpack

Chapter 99, Section 98: Each Holding Their Own Opinion

I am dead?
The gray and white scene was gradually swallowed by darkness, completely enveloping it.

"Sigh..."

Wang Ji closed his eyes, and for some reason, he felt a sense of relief.

It's over, this short life is over.

I no longer have to worry about anything, nor do I have to think about anything else.

A sweet, indulgent feeling welled up inside me, bringing a sense of relaxation.

The world was pitch black.

...

"wrong."

My ears and eyes could still feel the noise from the outside world; the cacophony of sounds still surrounded me and hadn't disappeared.

As the mind struggles to regain its activity, two options emerge.

Accept your fate

Rebirth

"Rebirth! Give me a chance to be reborn!"

Wang Ji opened his eyes and suddenly sat up in bed.

Take a deep breath.

It was like having a nightmare.

"I'm alive again."

here it is…

Wang Ji rolled out of bed and looked around.

This is clearly Riften's own room.

His clothes disappeared, his backpack was empty, and nothing was left.

"Could you enable a feature where you don't lose items upon death?"

Besides emptying the backpack, the knight modification effects were also gone.

Wang Ji glanced at the health bar.

A perfectly clean 20 o'clock.

So, the so-called modification is really just adding a bunch of permanent buffs, which are gone when you die.

Wang Ji looked at his hands.

Everything has returned to its initial state. Now I am just a simple, pure, and innocent 'person', without any impurities.

Even the blue bar has disappeared.

Well, it's become a complete blank slate now. Will I still be able to cast spells from now on?

Wang Ji opened the spell page and glanced at it.

"what?"

The spell page has changed slightly compared to before.

The blue bar has moved here; it hasn't disappeared.

"Fortunately, I can still cast spells."

No need to practice again.

Close the spell editing page.

At this moment, Wang Ji completely let go.

There are some things that you're terrified of and don't want to try until you've experienced them, but once you've experienced them, you become indifferent to them.

Like death.

Close your eyes and take a deep breath.

Wang Ji took out a spare terminal from the box, immediately retrieved a conversion table from the material network, changed his equipment and weapons, and re-armed himself.

They then opened the gate to the Immortal Realm and returned to the previous battlefield.

Roar--

As soon as he landed, a shrill, unpleasant shriek rang out. A death angel rushed into the room upon hearing the sound, opening its massive maw to bite Wang Ji.

With a wave of his hand, Wang Ji crushed the angel of death.

"I'm back! Come on, let's fight another three hundred rounds!"

Wang Ji shouted and rushed out, only to find that the tormentors had disappeared, as had the large group of parasites and death angels that had surrounded him.

The place where I died was left with only a pile of equipment and loot.

Wang Ji picked up these things.

A noise whose meaning was incomprehensible suddenly rang out overhead, and Wang Ji immediately looked over alertly.

"Oswald?"

The Grand Master's eyes widened as he landed on the ground and circled around Wang Ji, as if to say, "You're still alive."

He tried repeatedly to speak, write, send messages, or transmit mental energy, but no matter what he did, the meaning could not be conveyed. The Great Silence destroyed it all.

All words, languages, and symbols in the world have lost their meaning; they cannot be spoken or recorded. The living can only try to make others understand their meaning through body language and facial expressions.

If there is a tacit understanding, some simple communication can be barely achieved, but such a society, even without other disasters, has no future. At most, the civilization will naturally perish within one or two generations.

Seemingly realizing this, Oswald ceased all activity.

He looked at Wang Ji, who was still exactly the same as before, and suddenly burst into laughter.

Even though the laughter was reduced to meaningless noise, Wang Ji could still tell from his actions that he was laughing.

For some reason, Wang Ji always had a strange feeling.

It was as if the archmage before them wasn't an archmage at all, but rather more like…

Ryder's figure flashed before my eyes.

Wang Ji was suddenly taken aback when he recalled what Oswald had said yesterday.

"you are dead?"

Oswald couldn't understand and couldn't answer.

After laughing heartily for a while, he suddenly flew into the sky, broke through the sky and the ocean, and headed straight for the moon.

Wang Ji didn't understand this action, nor did he know what the old man was trying to do, so he could only try to fly upwards with him.

Why is it so quiet?

As they flew, Wang Ji couldn't help but look back.

The city beneath them had been completely reduced to ruins, with blood and the remains of some unknown object scattered everywhere.

White flowers carpeted the ground.

No more.

In just a short while, not a single person remained alive.

Are those monsters really that efficient at slaughtering?

But what about the monster?
woo-

A gust of wind blew by, fluttering Wang Ji's hood and the corner of his clothes.

It swept across the ravaged land, blowing through the blood-soaked ground, as if mourning and weeping for all of this.

An immense pressure descended.

When Wang Ji looked up, he found that the moon had somehow gotten much closer.

It is getting closer and closer, at an unprecedented speed.

That speed was visible to the naked eye.

!! ?
Wang Ji immediately opened a portal and went to the location of the Immortal Realm Gate that had been placed in space earlier.

This door was once located between the moon and the world, but now it is on the far side of the moon.

Wang Ji turned around and looked at the moon, only to see that this celestial body was silently rushing towards the world at an absurd speed.

Due to its excessive speed, it even began to show signs of disintegration.

A few fragments fell, grazing Wang Ji's edge and flying into the distance, almost taking him with them.

Compared to a celestial body, humans are far too insignificant. Even a tiny bit of their mass falling from the sky would be as large as a mountain, impossible to resist.

"what happened?"

Looking at the moon, Wang Ji felt that its movement speed was terrifying.

Totally impossible!
It should have disintegrated long ago at this speed, so why is it still so intact?
There must be some other factors involved.

Wang Ji teleported back to the surface, started moving upwards, and used tools to magnify his vision, finally seeing the answer.

Oswald.

"Oswald!"

He is carrying the moon and deliberately crashing it into the world!

The reason it has been able to maintain such a fast speed without falling apart is because of him maintaining it.

Under immense, visible pressure, the hollow faces on the moon became exceptionally terrifying.

"What are you doing!"

Wang Ji rushed into space, using every means to try to stop Auschwitz from reaching the moon.

However, this action can no longer be described as a mantis trying to stop a chariot; it's more like a bacterium trying to prevent a tall building from collapsing.

"Are you crazy?!"

Wang Ji shouted, making a loud noise.

Oswald did not respond, completely ignoring Wang Ji.

He was unable to respond to anything.

Under the onslaught of profound silence, communication has become impossible.

People can only do what they believe is right.

(End of this chapter)