Desperate Night

“Call me Captain from now on. The Spirit Alliance is no more,” Yu Hong sighed, taking the notebook. He habitually pressed the translator, only to realize it was broken from the fight with the God-Spawn.

Helpless, he could only pocket the notebook, intending to fix the translator before reading it.

Then, he casually walked to a crate and forcefully pried it open.

Crack.

A connection point on the lid snapped, and it was tossed aside.

Inside the crate were densely packed rows of sweet potato-like black objects, but they were all dried, hardened, and stinking.

“Looks like they're all gone bad,” Ku Chan said, also inspecting other crates.

“It seems like the incident happened a long, long time ago.” Yu Hong scanned the area and quickly found remnants of tables, chairs, cutlery, and books in a corner.

Due to the materials, these items had decayed.

After searching, their only gain was the black notebook made of an unknown material.

“Captain, something's not right outside!” Ku Chan suddenly warned.

Hearing this, Yu Hong quickly spread his senses.

Sure enough.

The streetlights, which had been steadily glowing blue, now flickered slightly.

Outside the alley, a dark, shadowy mist was quietly approaching and spreading.

Wherever it went, everything completely disappeared, utterly submerged in the bottomless black mist.

“Let's go back first!” Yu Hong decisively turned and rushed out of the submarine.

Ku Chan followed. They returned to the Black Spirit.

Part of the submarine's tail was already in contact with the approaching black mist.

Silently, the tail crumbled and disintegrated before everyone's eyes.

“What the hell is this thing!?” Yu Hong was instantly horrified and immediately started the Black Spirit.

Large swathes of colorful threads emerged, enveloping the Black Spirit.

Seeing that the Black Spirit seemed to be leaving, the black mist seemed to consciously accelerate, spreading towards them.

Hiss.

The submarine was quickly submerged, pulverized, and disintegrated.

The black mist touched the Wind Calamity threads covering the Black Spirit and immediately shrunk slightly, hissing as if burned.

But the next moment, as if enraged, it lunged forward and pounced on the Black Spirit.

Fortunately, the ship had slowly disappeared into the Wind Calamity torrent.

The black mist missed its target and was burned by a large number of colorful threads, quickly retreating.

Inside the safe room.

“Yes... that place just now, that area, is probably a remnant of a destroyed world.” Feisina sighed, “Based on the distance, if I'm not mistaken, the God-Spawn's submarine must have come from that place.”

“Let me check the logs.” Yu Hong took out the notebook and found a spare translator from the control room.

Hearing about the logs, everyone became interested and gathered around.

Only Jiafei stared blankly out the window, motionless.

Yu Hong pressed the translation function. With a soft beep, it worked. Fortunately, the translation library had information on this language. He didn't know where it was recorded.

‘Language detected: Forta.’

‘Translating entire text due to grammatical order.’

After waiting a few seconds.

Finally, the contents of the log were translated into Chinese characters and appeared before Yu Hong.

‘My name is Dimo. I never dreamed that I would be on the Ark with that guy Charles, escaping the world. A Demon King and a God-Spawn are the only two survivors in the entire world, the seeds of salvation and hope. This world is so fucking ironic.’

The first sentence made Yu Hong silent.

Demon King, God-Spawn, Ark. The three words together gave him a strange sense of déjà vu.

A captain of the Ark who wasn't imprisoned by Aggelis?

How did he do it?

He continued to flip through.

‘The Great Cataclysm has begun again. My contact with the other captains has been completely cut off. The Ark's transfer points are becoming increasingly dangerous. I don't know how much longer I can last. The deeper we go, the greater the danger. Charles has died dozens of times this morning. His spirit is about to collapse. The God-Spawn is a symbol of destruction, but here, it's been eaten alive by those monsters dozens of times... Haha, it's so funny.’

Next page.

‘It's been twenty years since the last record. I should be deep in the Wind Calamity. Charles says he's a little scared. Something that terrifies him is approaching. I feel it too, but we have no choice. We've used all the materials we can to strengthen the ship. Even Charles's body has been cut hundreds of times, mashed up, and smeared on the hull as an energy protection coating. We've done everything we can.’

Continuing to the next page.

‘I discovered the fastest way to use the Ark. That is, the captain stays on the ship and never goes down. Starting the ship every twenty minutes will take you to the next transfer point the fastest. Another captain just gave up and returned to Prison Island. These wastes would rather be imprisoned and live on than risk everything for one last chance. What if the Land of Life is just around the corner?’

‘Hahahaha!! I found it!! I found Source Material!! Wind Calamity Source Disaster!! Now the hull can last longer!! I knew my choice was right!!’

‘A year ago, Charles actually said he wanted to become a woman. I can't understand it. He said he was going crazy, and becoming a woman would allow him to have some descendants with me to amuse myself. I refused. With a God-Spawn? The thought disgusts me. What if it suddenly grows a few dicks when it's exercising!’

Yu Hong shook his head speechlessly.

Flipping to the next page.

‘Ah, I didn't expect it to be so good at it, so fun!’

Yu Hong was speechless again. He flipped through, and the next few pages were full of exclamations about how many tricks Charles knew and how fun it was.

Obviously, this Demon King named Dimo had completely indulged in the boring game he had previously looked down on.

After flipping through five pages, there was new content again.

‘As expected, my choice was right. Entering from the Wind Calamity and using it as a starting point is the best. The essence of the Wind Calamity is the flow of all things. Any structure will be decomposed, then flow and mix in front of it. So the Wind Calamity is also the central area that can connect all other Source Disasters. This is also the most likely place to find the Land of Life.’

‘I've decided. Every time I get to a place, I'll scavenge the hardest, most resilient, and most resistant materials there. With Source Material as the base, I'll definitely go the furthest!’

After a few more pages.

‘Finally...’

A large number of exclamation marks appeared on the new page.

‘There are clues... The Land of Eternal Life! The Ark didn't lie to me! It really can go to the Land of Eternal Life, but no one can last until the end! But I'm different! What doesn't kill me makes me stronger!!’

‘So much Source Material. I've come to the place of convergence. The Source Disasters converge together, like the eye of a storm! Charge!! Charge!! Charge!!’

There was nothing after that.

Yu Hong closed the last page.

He looked up at the attentive crowd.

“Any thoughts?” he asked.

“There is no Demon King named Dimo in my world. He shouldn't be from our place,” Feisina was the first to speak.

“Judging from the records, the Ark seems to be real, but it becomes more and more dangerous towards the end. The reason for their failure must have been that they couldn't support themselves to rush past the end,” Ku Chan said.

“Judging from the notes alone, the truth still needs to be verified. But the Ark's lack of strength should be the fundamental reason restricting them from reaching the end,” Yu Hong said.

“So, I suggest that we, like them, directly scavenge the strongest materials in each place to strengthen the ship. We should do everything possible to increase the strength of the ship. This is what we should do next,” Chi Xiao said.

“Agreed,” Ku Chan nodded.

“Feasible,” Yu Hong also agreed.

“Speaking of which, if I'm not mistaken, this notebook shouldn't be made of ordinary materials,” Feisina reached out and gently stroked the notebook's cover.

“It is indeed extraordinary,” Yu Hong nodded. He reached out and placed his hand on the notebook's surface. The Black Spirit in his mind was emitting a strange sense of desire for it.

Like the positive and negative poles of a magnet, naturally attracting each other.

“So, the submarine crashing into us shouldn't be a coincidence, but rather a mutual attraction,” Yu Hong said.

“In this case, if there are other Arks, they might all attract each other and merge,” Ku Chan said.

The group discussed more and more enthusiastically because of a notebook.

The contents of the notebook gave them real hope.

The Demon King Dimo's record seemed to prove that the Land of Life was not an ethereal dream. It could be realized, and it even seemed to be not far from them!

While they were discussing intensely, the Black Spirit had once again traversed the Wind Calamity torrent and reached a new place.

The colorful threads outside the window rapidly faded. Boom!

A muffled sound.

The safe room landed with a bang, flying straight out of the colorful torrent and crashing heavily into a pile of gray and white building debris.

Yu Hong quickly came to the window and looked outside.

It was dark outside. There was no moon in the sky, only scattered stars emitting faint light.

In the distance, patches of dark high-rise buildings stood like coffins.

“Want to go out and take a look?” Ku Chan asked from behind.

“No. From now on, we should avoid going out as much as possible. We should minimize our impact on the outside world as much as possible so that we can transfer and reach our goal as quickly as possible,” Yu Hong thought for a moment and replied. Without going out, there would be no karma or entanglement.

“Then what about collecting materials? How do we do it without going out?” Ku Chan frowned.

“Find the locals. We just need to exchange. If we can bring them strength and new progress, perhaps we can help them last a little longer in the apocalypse,” Yu Hong said seriously.

He looked at the night scene outside the window.

“Now, look, isn't that someone coming?”

In the distance, seemingly attracted by the noise of the safe room crashing down.

A black-haired boy dressed in rags, his thin body hunched over, was carefully hiding himself in the shadows, approaching.

He had no energy aura and very weak mental fluctuations. He was just at the level of an ordinary person.

From any point of view, this was a very ordinary child.

‘But it's precisely because he's ordinary that we can show the value of our transaction.’ Yu Hong quickly had a series of different plans in his mind.