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

Chang Chengye and his son were making plans and calculations.

Lin Chen and Duan Rong had already traversed tens of kilometers of extreme cold and snow, and stood at the foot of the world-famous Canton Tower.

The square was no longer as bustling as it once was.

The snow was repeatedly crushed by countless stumbling and dragging footsteps, becoming dirty and hard as iron, and the entire tower was covered with ice crystals.

On the sixth day of the apocalypse, the once bustling Canton Tower had become incredibly desolate.

The moment Lin Chen and Duan Rong appeared at the edge of the square, it was as if two sparks had fallen into a frozen sea of ​​oil.

"Ho—!"

"roar!!!"

The nearest zombies froze, their heads twisted at extremely awkward angles, their empty eye sockets revealing black or white eyeballs that were locked onto the breath of life.

The next second, they went from slowly wandering around to charging wildly, their tattered clothes fluttering in the cold wind, stirring up snow dust.

Duan Rong subconsciously tensed her body.

"careful......"

Before she could finish speaking, she felt her waist tighten again.

Space rippled outwards like water, creating barely perceptible waves.

The next moment, the two appeared on the outdoor observation deck at the top of the Canton Tower.

Here, more than 450 meters above the ground, the gale-force winds, carrying ice particles and snowflakes, lashed at our faces like knives, instantly taking away the warmth from our skin.

However, the crisis was not over. The observation deck was not empty.

Several zombies dressed in windbreakers or tourist uniforms gathered around from all corners, drawn by the sudden appearance of living beings.

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Inside the Baiyun Observation Deck.

In a corner of the hall, a dozen security guards sat together.

They stood with their backs to the cold, piercing glass curtain wall and the wall itself. Their faces were sallow, their eyes sunken, and their once crisp uniforms were now stained and torn, offering little protection against the pervasive chill.

"Sweetie, are you still cold?" A young male security guard couldn't help but lean closer to the beautiful figure beside him.

Even in the apocalypse, this beautiful figure still stands out, even in such a wretched and distressed state.

This is Duan Rong's best friend, Tian Tian.

"I'm not cold. I awakened the power of ice, so I feel better than you guys."

She, who was originally sunny and sweet, was now as pale as paper, and her lips were dry and cracked.

"Yes, Xiao Zhao and the others didn't awaken their superpowers and have already sacrificed themselves." A middle-aged security guard next to him looked at a corner where three stiff security guard corpses were.

Everyone here is wearing clothes of different sizes and shapes, and there are piles of burnt-out bonfires nearby.

"There will be no more rescue... no more!" A hoarse, tearful cry suddenly broke the silence.

A stubble-bearded man with sunken eyes suddenly stood up from the corner, trembling whether from the cold or excitement, shouting, "I'm going to die sooner or later! And if I die, I'll die with a full stomach!!"

His gaze was fixed on a young woman curled up diagonally across from him.

Just last night, he had seen this woman hide half a piece of dry, hard bread. That piece of bread became the last straw in his madness.

"Give it back! That's mine!" the woman cried out in terror, clutching herself tightly.

"Give it to me!" The man pounced on her like a beast, roughly tearing at her clothes, his target clearly aimed at the inside of her chest.

"Ah—! Help! No!!" The woman's scream echoed in the empty hall.

As for women's bodies? In this frigid hell of minus sixty or seventy degrees Celsius, physical desires have long been frozen.

The man only had eyes for food, for anything that could prolong his life for a moment.

"Yes! A gluttonous wretch! A gluttonous wretch who dies of hunger!"

"Go ahead and rob it! We're all going to die anyway!"

The man's actions were like lighting the fuse of a powder keg.

Long-suppressed fear, despair, and hunger instantly transformed into a tyrannical frenzy of conformity.

More people with red eyes stood up and rushed towards those around them who looked weaker and were more likely to be hiding food—the elderly, women, and the lone ones… Screams, curses, and cries instantly filled the air, and order was completely destroyed.

"Stop! Stop it all!" Tian Tian hurriedly stood up upon seeing this scene and shouted with all her might, but her voice was drowned out by the noise.

She looked at a middle-aged captain beside her and said urgently, "Captain Tan! Fire a warning shot!"

Captain Tan smiled bitterly, weighed the last police handwheel in his hand, glanced at the frenzied crowd that outnumbered them a hundredfold, shook his head, and said in a hoarse voice, "It's useless... We ran out of bullets while clearing the zombies on the lower floors. And..."

He surveyed the chaotic hall. "Firing now will only exacerbate the conflict and potentially cause the situation to spiral out of control; it will serve no purpose whatsoever."

Faced with nearly two thousand people driven to madness by despair, these dozen or so security guards, starving, freezing, out of ammunition, and mostly with low-level superpowers, seemed utterly powerless.

"Calm down, everyone! Listen to me!" The captain took a deep breath, using his last bit of strength to try and make his voice carry further. "We still have nearly two thousand people! Many of them have awakened their superpowers! We can't kill each other here! We can organize ourselves, choose a route, and try to break out! Maybe... just maybe some of us can survive!"

His voice was loud, yet it carried a hollowness that even he himself couldn't convince.

"Charge out?" someone immediately retorted shrilly, their face filled with mockery and madness. "Comrade security officer, you're still lying! You were the one who kept saying there would be a rescue! Where is the rescue?! Where is it?!"

"Exactly! Didn't you see what's going on outside? There are dozens of second-tier monsters just downstairs! If we could break out, would we still be trapped here?! Not to mention there are still over a hundred floors below, who knows how many more zombies are waiting for us." Another man, who had awakened some fire abilities but was now struggling to even condense a spark at his fingertips, roared.

"We can't get out... What can we do? Are we just going to wait to die?!" an old woman murmured, her eyes unfocused.

"Jump! Over four hundred meters, it'll be the end of it all!" someone scoffed in despair.

"Jump? Hahaha, if you fall, you'll be shattered into pieces, you won't even be able to pick them all up!"

Advice and rational voices are as fragile as frost on a window in the face of absolute despair and collective madness.

People no longer listen or think; only the most primal instincts remain—plunder, venting, and a final madness before destruction.

A bloody conflict, triggered by the complete loss of food, warmth, and hope, erupted within this aerial prison over 400 meters high.

The bottom line of humanity is collapsing and disappearing at a visible speed.

At this moment, two figures suddenly appeared, but they were both busy "fighting" and no one noticed them.