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

He took out a few more pills and casually handed them to the others.

Those who had awakened were so excited that they trembled and presented the cup with both hands.

"tell me."

The white-robed apostle looked at these humans, whose eyes were filled with fanaticism, and his tone became persuasive.

"Regarding that place called 'Wasteland Era'... Gods, we need your guidance."

One of the young men who received the pill immediately raised his head and revealed everything without reservation.

The group exchanged glances: "???"

"At first, I thought he was just cosplaying, but now it seems like he's serious..."

"Forget it, I might as well go along with him. After all, this guy is really generous."

Similar scenes are playing out in every corner of the Earth.

The apostles, disguised as Yuanzu Heaven, quickly established their prestige among the survivors of Blue Star who were in crisis, by virtue of their strength in slaying low-level Netherworld monsters and by casually bestowing spiritual fruits and pills upon them.

Even if their reasons are ridiculous and not many people believe them, they are really generous with their money.

As long as you cooperate with their act, you can receive all sorts of valuable things.

It could be elixirs, spiritual fruits, or some other strange and unusual things.

Gradually, some outrageous things began to circulate online.

"A recap of my experiences with those chuunibyou (delusional) divine messengers, and a tearful yet triumphant earning of 3,000 Source Crystals!"

"Brothers, the 'Chuunibyou Cult' has appeared! Rumor has it that if you encounter these white-robed people who talk like they have brain damage, you only need to answer a few common-sense questions about 'Wasteland Era' to get high-grade pills on the spot! Even the worst one can be exchanged for a thousand source crystals!"

"The identity may be fake, but the Source Crystal is real."

"The key is that they only ask some trivial questions that everyone knows the answer to, like someone on the street asking you what 1+1 equals, and if you answer correctly, you can win a prize of 10,000 yuan."

"I really can't criticize this, because I've encountered it too. They just directly give you Source Crystals, no tricks whatsoever. Seriously, I was devastated!"

"I feel like these people are monsters in disguise, but the questions they ask are so stupid that I feel like I'm insulting my intelligence when I say I don't know."

Lin Mo leaned back in the recliner at the general store, his fingers rapidly swiping across the virtual screen.

Looking at the numerous posts on the forum, he smirked.

Are these guys from the Primordial Heaven out of their minds?

Why go through all this trouble to come to Earth, only to act like a charlatan and hand out benefits instead of doing anything worthwhile?

But upon further reflection, Lin Mo understood.

These outsiders are newcomers and have no idea about the details of Wasteland Era. They don't dare to come in rashly, so they want to pay for information.

The method was just too clumsy.

Do they really think Earth's players are idiots?

Clicking on an official pinned analysis post, the comments below have completely gone off-topic.

"Do they think we're idiots? The glory of the gods... I almost burst out laughing on the spot."

"So what if I laugh out loud? As long as the rewards keep coming, I'm willing to be a loyal follower of the 'Cult of Chuunibyou' forever!"

"Forget calling him a divine messenger, if he just gives me another pill that increases my battle power by 300, I'll call him godfather on the spot!"

"Does the person upstairs have no bottom line? But I have a friend who wants me to ask where he can meet a divine messenger. I'm waiting online, it's urgent."

Lin Mo turned off the screen and rolled his eyes.

These people have absolutely no morals.

But thinking about it, it makes sense. Right now, there are wild beasts running all over the Netherworld outside, and the pressure to survive is so great. If a group of rich people suddenly appear and throw money around, who cares if you are a divine messenger or a lunatic?

Whoever provides the milk is the mother.

the other side.

City K.

Before the smoke of battle had cleared, the corpses of several Netherworld wolves lay scattered on the scorched earth, the stench of blood pungent.

Six players, covered in mud and blood, stood in a row, each standing ramrod straight, their eyes fixed on the front with fanaticism.

Before them stood a man dressed in a spotless white robe, facing the wind.

The man looked at the corpses on the ground with pity, then at the group of "survivors," and slowly raised his right hand.

"Darkness is spreading, the world is weeping."

The white-robed man's voice was deep and had a captivating, penetrating quality.

"But the light of God will eventually dispel all the gloom. You, my children, since you have the opportunity to see the truth, you should become the sword that drives away the darkness."

The skinny player standing at the very front had his legs tightly clasped together and his hands excitedly cupped to his chest.

"Great God! Your radiance has blinded my eyes! No, it has illuminated my path!"

The skinny monkey roared, forcing two tears from the corners of his eyes: "I'm willing to go through fire and water for you! Your Excellency, what do we need to do next?"

The skinny monkey screamed his heart out on the surface.

But in my heart I was already raving about it.

This time I finally got to pay.

Forget about being a chuunibyou (middle school syndrome), this is a living Bodhisattva!

The white-robed divine messenger looked at the skinny monkey's devout appearance, a hint of smugness flashing in his eyes.

These natives are so easy to fool.

Simply display a little bit of your strength and give them a pitiful reward, and you'll have them grateful.

Once we figure out the rules of this world, dig out that damned core of "Wasteland Era," and then refine all these ants into pills.

"Very good." The white-robed envoy nodded slightly and took out a golden box from his sleeve.

The moment the box was taken out, the eyes of the six players turned green, and their breathing became so heavy it sounded like they were working bellows.

High-end goods! Absolutely high-end goods!

The energy fluctuations emanating from this box are more than ten times stronger than those from the B-grade armor we just saw!

"This is a gift from God to you..." The white-robed divine messenger smiled with a holy smile, and with a flick of his wrist, prepared to hand over the box.

Just then.

A piercing explosion suddenly rang out from the sky.

The sound came incredibly fast; one second it was on the horizon, and the next it was right above our heads.

The air was violently torn apart by a terrifying force, producing a teeth-grinding scraping sound.

The white-robed envoy's expression suddenly changed.

This aura...

He didn't even have time to react, let alone adopt any sacred posture for defense.

A massive black figure crashed to the ground like a meteorite, carrying incomparably violent dark flames, and slammed into the spot where the white-robed divine envoy stood!

"BOOM—!!"

The earthquake trembled, and mud mixed with scorched rocks shot into the sky, directly smearing the faces of the six players.

The violent shockwave sent them flying more than ten meters away.

Before the smoke and dust had even cleared, a piercing scream rang out.

"ah--!"

The white-robed envoy's transcendent aura vanished completely. He flew through the air like a tattered sack, crashing heavily against the broken wall before rolling to the ground and spitting out a mouthful of blood.