The end of the world is approaching, I'm handing myself over to the country.

Chapter 52: That's the real world 55 years later.

This scene shocked everyone present.

"team leader!"

Lei Yue's voice was filled with disbelief and horror.

"Wow!"

"This isn't...this isn't your ability in the game?!"

"Are we... still in Wasteland Era?!"

"But this is still a game world!!!"

The office was deathly silent.

A deathly silence so profound you could hear a pin drop.

The expressions on the five elderly people's faces changed instantly from serious and inquisitive to utter shock.

Chi Zhengyang's facial muscles froze completely, his gaze fixed on the floating pen in front of Chen Feng, his pupils contracted to their maximum.

Chen Feng himself was completely shocked by what he was seeing.

What happened?

This is clearly just a skill in a game.

I just wanted to give it a try...

How did it actually succeed?

"..."

Time seemed to freeze at that moment.

Chen Feng's mind went blank. He could hear his heart pounding wildly, one beat after another, against his chest.

He just wanted to give it a try.

But reality gave him the most absurd and terrifying answer.

Lei Yue's words startled all the team members, who instinctively looked around.

The familiar office, the familiar faces—everything felt so real.

But that pen...

Why does it move in accordance with my thoughts?

How do you explain this?!

The composure on the faces of the five elderly people was gone.

Old Qian's mouth was open, his fingers still in the position of tapping the table, but he was frozen in mid-air.

For the first time, a crack appeared on Old Master An's gentle face, filled with disbelief.

Chi Zhengyang tensed up, staring intently at the pen as if trying to see right through it.

Chen Feng himself was terrified by this sudden turn of events.

What happened?

This is clearly just a skill in a game.

How did it actually succeed?

Why did it succeed?

What makes them think they can succeed?

His mind went blank for a moment, and the floating pen fell back onto the table with a "thud," making a crisp sound.

But the noise only made the deathly silence in the office even more intense.

Everyone held their breath.

In the midst of this almost overwhelming silence, a relatively calm voice rang out.

It's Zhou Jian.

He didn't look at the fallen pen, nor at his horrified teammate; his gaze was fixed on the head of the conference table.

"Lao Chi."

Zhou Jian spoke, his voice a little hoarse, but every word was exceptionally clear.

Is Wasteland Era really just a game?

As soon as he said that, Lei Yue looked at him as if he were a fool.

"Old Zhou, are you crazy?!"

Lei Yue lowered his voice, but his surprise and doubt were undisguised.

"Have you gone mad from playing games? What nonsense are you spouting? If Wasteland Era isn't a game, then what is it?"

Qin Feng, Han Bing, and other team members also cast puzzled glances at them.

They all felt that Zhou Jian's question was inexplicable.

The key question right now is why the captain can use his game abilities in real life, isn't it?

Could it be...?

However, Chi Zhengyang's reaction made everyone's hearts sink.

He neither rebuked Zhou Jian for his nonsense nor tried to calm the crowd down.

He simply looked calmly into Zhou Jian's eyes, a look of scrutiny and confirmation.

A few seconds later, Chi Zhengyang slowly withdrew his gaze and exchanged a complicated look with the other four elderly people.

Finally, he nodded.

It was as if they had made up their minds.

Chi Zhengyang's gaze swept over Chen Feng and his group of ten again, and a look of heaviness, unlike anything anyone had ever seen, appeared on his ever-composed face.

"It seems you've already guessed it."

His voice wasn't loud, but it was like a heavy hammer, striking everyone's heart.

"Wasteland Era is definitely not a game."

These words were spoken.

boom!

Chen Feng felt his entire worldview shattered in that instant.

It wasn't just him.

The nine team members behind him, including Lei Yue who had just been scolding Zhou Jian, all froze in place.

Every face was filled with indescribable shock.

He twisted his stiff neck and looked at Chi Zhengyang.

What if Wasteland Era wasn't a game?

What is that?

Those ruins and those terrifying monsters, if they weren't part of a game?

What exactly is it?

Chi Zhengyang took a deep breath and glanced guiltily at the ring on Chen Feng's hand.

They were slightly relieved to see the ring still on their hands.

He then said seriously, "I never intended to keep this from you forever."

Chi Zhengyang's voice rang out again, pulling them back from their chaotic thoughts.

"I just didn't expect that you guys would find out so quickly."

A group of people were struck dumb.

The brain completely stopped functioning.

No one present was an ordinary person; they were all elites who could remain calm even if Mount Tai collapsed before them.

But what was happening before their eyes was completely beyond all the knowledge they had accumulated over the past twenty years.

It took Chen Feng a long time to find his voice.

His Adam's apple bobbed laboriously.

"If... that wasn't a game."

"What is that?"

This is also the biggest question in the minds of all team members.

Chi Zhengyang did not answer directly, but instead asked a question in return.

"Chen Feng, do you remember the prompt when we entered 'Wasteland Era'?"

Prompt message?

Chen Feng was stunned for a moment, and then a line of cold text automatically appeared in his mind.

[Connecting to the Earth Civilization Database...]

[Data synchronization in progress...]

[Generating the world 55 years in the future...]

Welcome to the Wasteland Era.

Fifty-five years later...

An utterly absurd thought suddenly popped into Chen Feng's mind, making the hairs on his body stand on end.

He couldn't believe it, yet he couldn't stop the thought from growing wildly.

Looking at his drastically changing expression, Chi Zhengyang slowly uttered the answer they had guessed but dared not admit, an answer that could overturn everything.

"That's the world fifty-five years from now."

"It's the future...the real world!"

"hiss!"

A collective gasp filled the conference room.

If the "not a game" comment just now was shock, then now it's utter horror and bewilderment.

What will the world be like 55 years from now?

The real world?

How is that possible!

"The world fifty-five years in the future..." Lei Yue muttered to himself in a daze, "How could... how could it be a wasteland?!"

"What about our city?"

"So many people?"

Where did they all go?