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

Mo Haoyan was stunned.

He looked at his son's pale face and terrified eyes, but couldn't bear to scold him and spoke softly.

"What nonsense are you spouting?"

"Have you been watching too many sci-fi movies? Or are you obsessed with video games?"

"How could you say something so outrageous?"

"Dad, I know my guess is incredible and crazy!" Mo Fang suddenly raised his voice, which trembled uncontrollably.

"But that's not the worst part!"

He stepped forward, grabbed Mo Haoyan's sleeve, and spoke slowly and deliberately.

"The scariest thing isn't my guess, but that my guess might actually be true!"

Mo Haoyan stared blankly at his son.

The study was deathly silent, save for Mo Fang's heavy, rapid breathing.

That young face, distorted by fear, now seemed utterly unfamiliar to Mo Haoyan.

This was the first time he had ever seen his son so obsessive.

No! It's downright insane!

He instinctively wanted to rebuke it, to say that it was utterly absurd, that it was a case of being so obsessed with trivial pursuits that one had gone to the point of madness.

But when the words reached his lips, he couldn't utter a single one.

Because Mo Fang's expression really didn't seem like a joke.

It was a tremor that came from the depths of one's soul, a profound horror born from glimpsing the terrifying truth of the world.

He had seen this expression far too many times, but he never expected to see it on his own son.

"Le Cheng, have you been under too much pressure lately?" Mo Haoyan's voice was dry as he tried to walk around the desk to pat his son's shoulder.

"Don't touch me!"

Mo Fang, like a startled wild beast, took a step back to avoid his father's outstretched hand.

His chest heaved violently, his brain buzzing with the terrifying thought.

Countless fragments of clues collide wildly within, piecing together a chilling result.

Others may also find it puzzling, but no one has thought of it this way.

The line between truth and falsehood in this world is often very thin.

More often than not, it's not about whether you know it or not, but whether you dare to think about it.

"Dad, do I look like a crazy person who only has wild imaginations?"

Mo Fang raised his head, his bloodshot eyes fixed on Mo Haoyan.

Mo Haoyan remained silent.

He knows his own son, of course.

Although I enjoy games, I wouldn't say I'm addicted.

This kid has shown intelligence and rationality far beyond his peers since he was a child, and even has remarkable insights into business.

Even if the word "madman" were applied to him, it would only be a compliment.

Seeing his father's hesitation, Mo Fang knew he had to offer something more to shatter his established worldview.

Why did the authorities cover up the wild animal attack in H City?

Mo Fang stepped forward, his demeanor aggressive as he asked the question.

"They are not afraid of causing public panic, repeating past mistakes, and inciting public outrage!"

"No, they are afraid! But they are even more afraid of something else!"

"They were afraid that someone would take pictures of those ferocious beasts and then discover that those so-called beasts looked exactly like the monsters in 'Wasteland'!"

Mo Haoyan's heart clenched.

"And there's Source Crystals! The authorities are willing to disrupt their own currency system in order to frantically buy back Source Crystals."

"Why? Because in that real world, Source Crystals are the true hard currency! They are the new energy source, the foundation of evolution, and everything in the apocalypse!"

"Moon Demon Fruit! Fifty million for one! You think it's just hype? No! It's because in the real world, there are genuinely people who need it to save their lives, or... to become stronger!"

"Also, do you know about the official panacea? I bet that stuff is just the basic life potion from Wasteland Era, probably just with different packaging!"

Once you figure something out, all your doubts will be resolved.

Mo Fang's words came out like a machine gun, one sentence after another, each word like a heavy hammer, slamming into Mo Haoyan's brain.

Mo Haoyan is not a rigid person; in fact, he is very open to new things, otherwise he wouldn't have become the richest man in H City.

However, what Mo Fang said was simply too absurd.

However, following Mo Fang's line of thought, the official's unusual actions, the news of H City being locked down, and the exorbitantly priced items in the game...

Everything seemed to follow a predictable pattern.

An invisible thread connects these seemingly absurd events into a complete and logically consistent terrifying loop.

If Wasteland Era is fake, then all these things are just a bunch of inexplicable nonsense.

But what if... what if it's true?

Then all the unreasonable parts suddenly became reasonable.

Mo Haoyan felt cold sweat starting to break out on his back.

He possessed immense wealth and wielded immense influence in the business world of H City, believing he had long since seen through the true nature of the world.

But today, his proud worldview is being shattered, punch by punch, by his own son.

A long silence fell over the study once again.

Mo Haoyan slowly sat back down in his chair, as if all the weight of his body had been drained away at that moment.

He didn't look at Mo Fang again, but lowered his head and stared at his hands resting on his lap.

If the end of the world really comes, will these hands, along with all the wealth and power they represent, still be of any use?

The answer is no.

I would rather trust it to have it than to trust it to have nothing.

Having spent half his life navigating the business world, he understands the principles of risk hedging better than anyone else.

If Mo Fang is wrong, he will only lose some money.

But if Mexico is right...

What was at stake was the lives of the entire family.

a long time.

Mo Haoyan finally raised his head again, and his entire aura changed.

He was no longer the father who worried about his son, but had returned to being the ruthless and decisive business tycoon.

"Can."

He uttered a single word, decisive and resolute.

Mo Fang's tense body suddenly relaxed, and he almost collapsed.

"I can give you as much as you want."

"One billion, two billion, or even more, are not a problem."

He abruptly changed the subject, exuding a powerful sense of pressure.

"However, you must provide me with a detailed report and plan."

"I need to know how every penny of your money will be used, and I need to see the returns in the future."

"Consider it my investment in you."

Mo Haoyan found a reason that he could most accept for this crazy act.

He'd rather go crazy with the crowd than invest; he's more willing to accept the latter.

Moreover, the current "Wasteland Era" does indeed have investment value.

Overwhelmed with joy and excitement, Mo Fang almost shouted out loud.

He succeeded!

He knew that once his father viewed this matter as an "investment," the resources he could utilize would far exceed his imagination!

Mo Fang doesn't care what the future holds, but at the very least, he needs the power to protect himself and his family!

However, the ecstasy lasted only a second before being replaced by a heavier sense of responsibility and urgency.

Humans are those qualified to enter the Wasteland Era.

Only 2000 eligibility slots are available this time, so he needs help.

However, once the money issue is resolved, the personnel issue is basically resolved as well.

Money isn't everything, but you absolutely can't do without it.