Apocalypse: The Primordial Pearl Recognizes Its Master, Starting with Infinite Space

Commander Peng didn't keep them in suspense and said directly, "Signal."

A single sentence jolted Lin Chen awake. He slapped his forehead. That's right, these Deep Ones don't need to know too much; they only need to identify commands through semaphore signals.

"Signal." Commander Peng repeated, his gaze falling on the masts of the ships on the sea. "Our military ships have always used flag signals to communicate with each other."

No language or radio is needed; instructions can be transmitted simply by seeing the flag.

Simple, direct, and not limited by language.

Lin Chen understood and immediately contacted Polney.

After listening, Polny nodded immediately. Then Commander Peng explained the combination and meaning of the flag signals one by one, and Lin Chen was responsible for translating.

A moment later, Polney said he had memorized it, and Lin Chen prepared to give a demonstration first.

Commander Peng had the soldiers on another ship raise red and yellow signal flags and begin demonstrating the most basic commands: forward, stop, turn left, turn right, disperse, and assemble.

Polney watched intently as the flag moved and changed color, his amber eyes unblinking.

After the soldier demonstrated several times, Polni turned around and said, "Stop. Left. Right. Disperse. Assemble."

He pointed to the flags and checked them one by one.

Commander Peng nodded and then demonstrated a few more complex combination commands, such as "Full speed ahead" and "Disperse the echelon".

Polney read it twice and then recited it accurately.

"He learns very quickly," Commander Peng said with satisfaction.

Lin Chen nodded: "Yes, Bernard is excellent."

He looked at Polney and said, "You select some representatives, and we'll give them some training."

Polni nodded and turned to walk towards his people.

Lin Chen clasped his hands in a fist salute to Commander Peng: "Commander Peng, we'll need your help in equipping the ranks of messengers next."

Commander Peng smiled and said, "Of course."

He patted Lin Chen on the shoulder: "Just tell me how many people you need after you've compiled the statistics."

Lin Chen simply nodded vigorously without offering thanks. The two were now considered close friends despite their age difference, and given their deep bond, such formalities were unnecessary.

Next, it was Lin Chen and Li Ya's turn to assign tasks and count the number of messengers.

Soon, Polney also selected study representatives.

Commander Peng also found an adjutant, and Lin Chen once again acted as the translator.

Signalmen moved back and forth between the main command ships, distributing signal flags and explaining the rules of flag signals.

Several soldiers with good eyesight were selected to be specifically responsible for communicating flag signals with the deep divers.

Polni took the initiative to divide the three hundred soldiers into several groups, each with a group leader who had just learned flag signals.

Then comes repeated practice and error correction.

After a busy period, the sky gradually darkened, but the dock remained bustling with activity.

Commander Peng stood not far from him, his hands behind his back, looking at the fleet, and suddenly said with emotion: "Xiao Lin, do you know, when I was young, I spent a few years on a warship."

Back then, without GPS or BeiDou, maritime communication relied on flags, light signals, and hand flags.

Decades have passed in the blink of an eye. I never imagined that I would still be able to use it in this apocalyptic world...

Lin Chen didn't respond, but just listened quietly.

After a long pause, Commander Peng finished speaking, then felt a little embarrassed. He waved his hand and said with a wry smile, "As people get older, they tend to ramble and reminisce. Don't mind it."

Lin Chen shook his head, a smile playing on his lips: "That's only natural. But Commander Peng, you should be at level five by now, right? Level six shouldn't be far off, right?"

Commander Peng nodded, a hint of pride in his expression.

Lin Chen continued, "So, you're already someone who can live to be a thousand years old, and you might even live to be ten thousand years old in the future. By that calculation, you're still young. You can't keep saying you're old."

Commander Peng was taken aback, then shook his head and chuckled, the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes smoothing out: "You're right, I'm still young, I shouldn't act like a frail old man."

Lin Chen nodded, his tone becoming serious: "Commander Peng, I just told you about the strength and current situation of the Divine Race. If we want to survive, if we want to protect our Chinese nation, we must work together and forge ahead."

Commander Peng nodded vigorously, his gaze steady and firm: "You're right. For the sake of future generations, we should forge ahead even more."

Staff Officer Chen listened to their conversation, lost in thought, his gaze fixed on the distant sea, lingering there for a long time.

The way Li Ya and Su Yun looked at Lin Chen was gentler and more determined than ever before.

From the initial blind struggle to survive in the early days of the apocalypse to the present day—Lin Chen's ideas have become more mature and her goals clearer, and they have also grown step by step along this path.

Night deepened. One by one, the lights on the dock went out, and the crowds gradually dispersed, leaving only the low sound of waves lapping against the hulls of the ships.

Lin Chen, Li Ya, and the others also turned around and went back to their tents.

Inside the tent, Li Ya laid out a cot, and Su Yun turned off the light.

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The next morning, just as dawn was breaking, Lin Chen was awakened by voices outside the tent.

He opened his eyes and found that Li Ya, Su Yun, and the others were no longer beside him; the cot was empty.

"Is Mr. Lin awake?" A stranger's voice, speaking Mandarin with a heavy Southeast Asian accent, sounded respectful and cautious.

"Not yet, please wait a moment." This was Su Yun's voice, which was very low.

Lin Chen sat up, put on his coat, and lifted the tent flap.

Several people were standing outside the door. The leader was an elderly Chinese man in his sixties with gray hair, wearing a worn-out short-sleeved shirt.

He was followed by a man and a woman, both around forty or fifty years old, dressed simply and looking reserved.

Upon seeing Lin Chen emerge, the old man quickly bowed, clasped his hands together, and said in Mandarin with a Hokkien accent, "Mr. Lin, I apologize for disturbing you. My surname is Chen, and I am the temporary representative elected by the Jicheng Chinese community."

Thank you and your team for saving our compatriots. We...we have no way to repay you. We can only...

As they were saying this, the three of them were about to kneel down when Lin Chen immediately used his divine power to hold them back. Li Ya and Su Yun also rushed forward to help them up.

Lin Chen stepped forward and grabbed the old man's arm: "Mr. Chen, you mustn't. We are all of the same blood, and this is something within our power. There's no need to worry about it too much."

Upon hearing this, Old Chen was already in tears: "Thank you... thank you..."

Lin Chen comforted the old man and said, "Before the sun rises, let's gather the other Chinese people here. I'll send you to a place where there is no apocalypse."

The old man paused, then asked, "There's no place like the apocalypse?"

Li Ya interjected, "Yes, Elder Chen. This is the method I told you about before, the way to help you survive."

The three of them stood with their mouths open, unable to utter a single word.

When Li Ya helped them before, she did say that she had a way to help them return to a normal life. I didn't expect it to be true, and that it would be achieved so quickly.