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

Duan Rong and Tian Tian are typical "fourth-generation natives of Guangzhou whose homes were demolished due to land expropriation," with similar backgrounds to the landlord Lin Chen previously rented a room from.

Their family could live comfortably for generations just by collecting rent, but neither of them chose to give up. Instead, they both passed the exams to join the ranks of security guards.

Their parents were both native Cantonese, who loved the slow life of "one pot and two dishes" (a local specialty), but unfortunately the end of the world came without warning.

The neighbors who escaped were contacted by phone and said that their parents had not been able to escape the initial bizarre blood rain.

At this point, the two usually brave and decisive policewomen couldn't help but tear up and sob softly.

Captain Tan Zhaohui was an acquaintance from their neighboring village; according to seniority, he should be called Uncle. He had watched the two mischievous girls grow up since they were little.

It's quite a coincidence that we reunited in this desperate tower after the apocalypse.

As everyone was immersed in a brief moment of sadness and reminiscence, the continuous howling of zombies outside the hall had subsided considerably.

About an hour later, the safety door leading to the next floor was carefully pushed open.

The group of people who were forced by Lin Chen to hunt down second-tier zombies have returned.

More than fifty people went there, but now only fifteen remain standing by the door, covered in blood and in a sorry state.

Surprisingly, even the tall, thin man who initially cried out that he only had F-level abilities and had no chance of fighting against second-tier zombies was on the list.

Fifteen people, all wounded, with varying degrees of injury.

In their hands, some clutched, some held, each one without exception possessed a second-tier crystal core stained with black blood.

"Mr. Lin," a man with jagged scratches on his face said in a hoarse voice, "the mission... we've completed it."

Therefore, people will never know their potential unless they are pushed to the brink.

Those who were previously trapped inside the tower by mere second-tier zombies and waiting to die, didn't they fight their way out when faced with real life-or-death situations?

Fifteen people nervously gathered in front of Lin Chen, opening their palms to reveal the second-tier crystal cores inside.

"Not bad." Lin Chen glanced at it, his tone revealing neither joy nor anger.

He then turned to Duan Rong, Tian Tian, ​​Tan Chaohui, and Hu Shanshan and others who had come closer.

"Today, I'll teach you another lesson."

He turned his head and looked at the fifteen wounded and unsteady men in front of him.

"Look into my eyes."

The fifteen men felt a sudden tightness in their hearts, but dared not disobey. They could only anxiously raise their eyes to look into Lin Chen's unfathomable black eyes.

Psychological suggestion triggers it again.

An invisible ripple of spiritual energy spread outwards.

This time, Lin Chen didn't guide them to reminisce about the past, but instead directly questioned the present and the future.

"Tell me, what are you thinking now? Do you regret killing ordinary people before? In the future... will you think about taking revenge on me?" Lin Chen's voice was very calm.

The fifteen people's eyes became somewhat unfocused for a moment, followed by an uncontrollable surge of resentment and violence.

Like sewage overflowing a dam, it poured out of their uncontrollable mouths:

"You surnamed Lin! I'll remember this grudge! Don't give me a chance, or I'll make you wish you were dead!"

"Regret? Bah! Those trash are dead, so be it! When I become powerful, I'll still kill whoever I want! What's it to you?!"

"Lin Chen...you wait, I'll watch you like a venomous snake, and I'll watch everyone around you! If I can't touch you, I'll kill everyone you care about! I'll make you taste the agony of unbearable suffering!"

"What kind of bullshit rules are these! Might makes right! You're strong today, I'll admit defeat! Tomorrow I'll be strong, and you'll be the first one I kill!"

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Of the fifteen people, not one expressed the slightest remorse.

The bloody ordeal did not cleanse their ferocity; instead, it seemed to sharpen and conceal their hatred and brutality.

Instead of reflecting on their actions, they were thinking of enduring, lying low, and preparing for an even more brutal revenge in the future.

Duan Rong, Tian Tian, ​​Hu Shanshan, and the survivors listening in all had extremely complicated expressions.

There was anger, lingering fear, and a deep chill—the evil in people's hearts could be so stubborn.

Lin Chen showed no surprise; it was all within his expectations.

He didn't care at all about the babbling and threats of these losers.

"First point," he said calmly to Duan Rong and the others beside him, his voice clearly reaching everyone's ears, "is what they call—it's easier to change mountains and rivers than to change one's nature."

Before he finished speaking, he flipped his right hand, and the dark Tang sword reappeared.

The blade flashed like a cold lightning bolt.

puff!puff!puff……

The dull thuds of sharp blades cutting through flesh blended together.

The fifteen people, still reeling from the shock, anger, and bewilderment of being forced to reveal the truth, didn't have time to react before a line of blood simultaneously appeared on their necks.

They stared wide-eyed at Lin Chen in disbelief, clutching their throats where blood was gushing out, making hoarse sounds, before collapsing to the ground one after another, twitching a few times before falling silent.

The strong smell of blood filled the air once again.

"Secondly," Lin Chen flicked non-existent blood off his knife, his tone still calm, "we must eradicate evil completely."

He stepped forward, squatted down beside the fifteen still-warm corpses, and began to search them with practiced ease.

From their pockets and hidden compartments, dozens more first-tier crystal cores were found, along with a few additional second-tier crystal cores stained with blood.

Lin Chen cleaned each of the crystal cores and stored them in his own space.

"Thirdly," he stood up, weighing the last crystal core between his fingers, and said to Duan Rong and the others, "every grain must be stored up. In the apocalypse, every resource is incredibly precious, especially crystal cores that can enhance strength. Wasting them is shameful, especially... the enemy's legacy."

Although he has enough resources and the output of his garden to not lack these crystal cores, he still carefully puts them away.

This is both an attitude of leading by example and a deeply ingrained philosophy of post-apocalyptic survival—never underestimating any resource and never missing any opportunity to strengthen oneself.

The hall was deathly silent.

Hu Shanshan, who had just joined the group, subconsciously touched her neck and felt a chill.

Tian Tian held Duan Rong's hand tightly. Her baby face was drained of color, but her eyes were clearer and more determined than before.

Tan Chaohui and other veteran security guards had solemn expressions. They had experienced darkness, but Lin Chen's extremely calm approach to the situation, which combined teaching and killing so closely, still had a huge impact on them.

Lin Chen acted as if he had done something completely ordinary: sheathed his sword and turned around.

"Alright, that concludes the lesson. I hope it increases your chances of survival in the apocalypse."

"Is there anything we need to pack up? We're about to leave."

"Of course, you can also choose to stay."

Lin Chen ignored the survivors who were either deep in thought or terrified, and urged them on directly.