Apocalypse: No rebirth! Time to upgrade the sewers!

Bryce was a little confused when he saw that Song Qing didn't reply to him and that his expression kept changing from surprise to bewilderment.

After a while, Song Qing finally snapped out of his reverie following the system's notification.

He looked at Bryce and spoke.

"I really need your special ability."

He paused and then continued.

"However, you don't have to die."

Song Qing's gaze passed over the old man and landed on the room Sun Qing had just entered, as if she were seeing her past self there. She muttered to herself.

"Spend some quality time with your granddaughter."

"I'll come and pick her up when you leave."

These words left Bryce completely stunned.

His face was full of shock.

Overcome with excitement, he began to cough violently, not even bothering to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth.

"Mr. Song...Mr. Song Qing, are you...are you telling the truth?"

His voice trembled, filled with disbelief.

"After I die... will you take my granddaughter away?"

Song Qing looked away, then looked at him again and nodded.

"But you, don't do anything stupid."

After receiving an affirmative answer, the old man seemed to have all his strength drained away.

The energy and spirit that had sustained him vanished in that instant.

He collapsed completely, but then revealed a relieved smile.

Two lines of tears slid down his cheeks.

"Mr. Song Qing, I... I really don't know how to thank you."

Song Qing shook his head.

"You're welcome. We're just exchanging items."

The old man wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes. He understood what Song Qing meant; she was giving him a way out.

He took a deep breath to calm his excited emotions.

"Mr. Song, when do we begin?"

"Now."

Song Qing reached out and placed her hand directly on Brechman's forehead.

A thought crossed my mind.

Overeating

A gentle, detached feeling emanated from the point of contact between Song Qing's palm and Blaise's forehead.

An incredibly pure energy slowly flowed from his arm into his limbs and bones.

[Bingeing successful!!!]

[Gained Ability: Precognition]

[Ability Description: Predicting the future requires mental energy.]

The description of the superpower is so simple that it consists of only one sentence.

However, Song Qing would never underestimate this ability because of it.

This is a premonition!

It's a true conceptual superpower!

His heart was churning with immense excitement.

With it, my strength will be enhanced by leaps and bounds once again!

Just then, Blech's surprised words interrupted his thoughts.

"Mr. Song Qing, your eyes?"

Song Qing came to her senses.

What's wrong with my eyes?

"It turned blue," the old man said.

With a thought, Song Qing took out a small mirror from the alternate dimension.

In the mirror, those once dark eyes had completely changed.

It is no longer pure black.

Instead, it is a deep blue, like a vast starry sky, with countless stars seemingly flowing slowly within it, exuding a sense of mystery.

Is this a change brought about by precognitive abilities?

Why didn't Blech make this change?

Although Bryce naturally had blue eyes, it was a common blue color among Europeans, completely different from the starry blue of his own eyes, which seemed to contain a universe.

Song Qing put away the mirror, temporarily suppressing this question in her heart.

"It must be the changes brought about by my superpowers."

He offered a casual explanation, then looked at the elderly man who was noticeably weaker.

"By the way, how are you feeling right now?"

"Bracey said."

"It's nothing."

"It feels like... something has been taken away, and I can no longer... sense my powers."

Song Qing nodded.

"That's good."

He glanced around the interior of the church.

The ground was covered with congealed blood and severed limbs.

Song Qing spoke up.

"How about we move to another place?"

He looked at the mess inside the church.

"When I came here, I passed a flower shop on the second floor with an iron gate at the entrance. You can go there."

The old man looked back at the place where he had lived for half his life.

A hint of reminiscence flashed across his face, but it ultimately turned into a sigh.

"it is good."

Then, he turned his head and shouted into the room inside.

"Little Qing, come out."

Sun Qing quickly came out of the room.

"Grandpa, are you finished talking?"

The old man nodded, a gentle look on his face.

"We're moving; this place is no longer habitable, okay, Xiaoqing?"

Sun Qing nodded obediently without any hesitation.

"Grandpa, wherever you go, I'll go."

Song Qing interrupted.

"Is there anything you need?"

The old man and Sun Qing shook their heads at the same time.

Song Qing's mind raced.

Spatial abilities activated instantly.

The three figures began to distort, and then vanished into thin air from the church.

next second.

Inside a flower shop, space distorted once more, and three figures appeared out of thin air.

"Well……"

As soon as Sun Qing landed, she felt dizzy.

This was her first time experiencing spatial teleportation, and her body was completely unable to adapt.

Bryce wasn't in much better shape; he gripped the armrests of his wheelchair tightly.

Compared to them, Song Qing appeared much more composed.

This level of spatial leaping is commonplace for him.

When Gu Ya first experienced it, her reaction was even stronger than Sun Qing's.

After a while.

Sun Qing began to look around.

"How...how did we suddenly end up here?"

Song Qing put his hands in his pockets and said.

"You don't need to worry about that, you just need to know that it's safe here."

Sun Qing nodded, his gaze towards Song Qing now filled with even more awe.

This benefactor truly possesses many abilities.

"Yes, my benefactor."

Song Qing simply waved his hand lightly.

Whoosh!

A dozen or so huge cardboard boxes appeared out of thin air.

The box was open, and it was filled with all sorts of food.

Vacuum-packed cooked food, bags of rice, boxes of instant noodles, self-heating hot pot, and canned goods.

This is not over yet.

Song Qing waved his hand again.

Thick cotton quilts, a medium-sized charcoal stove, and dozens of boxes of charcoal appeared on the other side.

Sun Qing and Blaise were completely dumbfounded.

They stared blankly at the mountain of supplies before them, their minds completely blank.

Bryce could no longer speak clearly.

"Mr. Song... Mr. Song..."

Song Qing waved his hand, interrupting him.

"Here, take this."

A black walkie-talkie appeared out of nowhere in his hand.

The old man instinctively took it.

Song Qing continued.

"Alright, I should go now."

He didn't give them time to react.

Just then, Sun Qing suddenly snapped out of her shock and quickly ran to Song Qing to ask.

"My benefactor! Will...will we ever have a chance to meet again?"

Song Qing stopped and said.

"have."

A single word was uttered.

His figure vanished into thin air before Sun Qing's eyes.

……

at the same time.

On the rooftop of a 30-plus-story building in Dongcheng District.

Song Qing's figure appeared quietly.

He's not in a hurry to return to the shelter.

He wanted to test his newly acquired precognitive abilities.

What kind of ability is this exactly?

But before that, he wanted to see what he had gained that day.

He couldn't remember exactly how many points he had earned that day.