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

Immediately, before they could recover from their shock, Lin Chen made a request:

"Calm your mind and do not resist."

The group did as instructed instinctively; this trust had been built up little by little through countless battles fought side by side.

A flash before my eyes.

When they opened their eyes again, they were already standing on Creation Island.

A gentle breeze caressed my face, carrying the fresh scent of grass and trees. Above me basked in the long-awaited warmth of the sun, and beneath my feet lay soft, yielding grass. Compared to the frigid world outside, where temperatures plummeted to minus seventy degrees Celsius, this place was simply paradise.

Lin Chen summoned Zi Ling.

A tiny sprite floated in the air, its transparent wings fluttering gently, its body enveloped in a soft purple light. In a clear, melodious voice, it recounted the truth of the apocalypse...

A cosmic war, the sacrifice of the World Tree, a viral conspiracy, and that strange celestial body suspended in the sky.

Commander Peng and his men stood rooted to the spot, as if they were nailed to the ground.

Even after Zi Ling finished speaking and flew back to sit on Lin Chen's shoulder, they remained silent for a long time.

Lin Chen didn't speak, but simply teleported them back to the camp. With his help, no one else could detect them.

More than 200,000 people are working enthusiastically there – some are building houses, some are building roads, and some are farming.

Further away, the sound of reading aloud could be heard.

"At birth, people are inherently good. Their natures are similar, but their habits differ..."

"The bright moonlight shines before my bed, I wonder if it is frost on the ground. I raise my head to gaze at the bright moon, then lower my head and think of my hometown."

Commander Peng looked in the direction of the sound and saw several simple classrooms filled with children of all ages.

Standing on the podium were a group of elderly professors with gray hair, ranging in age from fifty to seventy.

Many middle-aged and young teachers were also there to assist, leading the children in reciting the text again and again.

One student's desk leg seemed a bit crooked, and a foreign language book was propped up on it. The old professor walked by and only glanced at it.

Math and physics classroom.

The blackboard was covered with formulas, and chalk dust fell down in a flurry.

The teacher tapped a number on the blackboard with a pointer: "Substitute this into the third law and calculate it again."

Some people below were engrossed in scribbling on their notebooks, while others were resting their chins on their hands, lost in thought.

On the other side, a burly man led a group of students who stood in a row in front of the wooden stake, punching it.

Some people would slam the object twice and then shake it off, grimacing in pain.

The instructor walked past them and stopped next to one of the boys: "Wrist, keep your wrist straight. Are you trying to break yourself with that posture?"

The boy quickly adjusted himself and threw another punch, the sound of which was more muffled than before.

Those children had bright eyes, clear voices, and the radiance of childhood that had long since vanished in the apocalypse.

Commander Peng's eyes suddenly reddened.

He thought of the people struggling in the extreme cold outside, the frozen corpses by the roadside, and the survivors who would fight tooth and nail for half a biscuit.

And here, there are more than 200,000 people laughing.

There are children, and they are studying.

Since the end of the world, the Chinese civilization he has always cherished has silently taken root and sprouted here.

Back on Creation Island, Lin Chen took out several chairs from his spatial storage and gestured for everyone to sit down.

Commander Peng sat for a long time before finally speaking. His voice was somewhat hoarse:

"Tell me, how do you need our support?"

Lin Chen didn't beat around the bush:

"I need the support of the entire military. The sooner the better, the more the better."

He glanced at Zi Ling on his shoulder:

"As you see, she is the core of this space. She is the future World Tree. Only when she is powerful enough will we have a way out."

Commander Peng paused for a moment, then slowly nodded:

"The Guangdong military has no problem. I will issue a directive to all local military regions to provide you with full support."

He paused.

"I can also ask around in the Eastern Theater Command for you."

At this point, his voice lowered, carrying a hint of loneliness and bitterness:

"As for other places..."

He looked up at Lin Chen.

"In many places, local forces have taken control. And some people... have abandoned their faith."

He shook his head.

"I can't help you with anything else."

Lin Chen was stunned.

Silence spread.

It's been almost two months since the apocalypse.

Some people are becoming increasingly unscrupulous, dreaming of becoming local tyrants. In every era of chaos in China, there has always been great conflict; history has always been this way.

This time, however, the struggle isn't for the world, but for survival.

Limited by this damned extreme cold, those people couldn't expand out of the area.

In the previous five years, there were no large-scale mutual attacks, not because they didn't want to, but because they were powerless to do so.

Lin Chen raised his head and looked at the camp under construction in the distance.

There are more than 200,000 people there, struggling to survive. Children are studying, the elderly are teaching, and young people are building houses, repairing roads, and farming.

They are all waiting for a future.

He suddenly smiled.

"It's alright. Since that's the case, then we'll just have to go there ourselves."

Then, the group chatted for a long time, and the path ahead gradually became clearer.

Lin Chen's gaze swept over the people present, and he slowly spoke:

"Since we all share the same goal, I'll get straight to the point."

He raised the first finger:

"This world is no longer suitable for ordinary people to live in. My idea is to transfer all ordinary people into the Creation Pearl space and transform them into productive forces to fight powerful enemies in the future. But there is one condition: those who are extremely wicked and evil will not be accepted."

Commander Peng nodded, offering no objection.

Lin Chen raised his second finger:

"The ordinary soldiers from the military were all moved in as well. They are disciplined and experienced, and they can help my father-in-law keep things running."

Commander Peng paused for a second, then nodded heavily.

He knew what this meant; it meant handing over a portion of the military's assets to Lin Chen.

Lin Chen looked at him, didn't say anything to thank him, and just continued speaking:

"Third, all those with superpowers should remain outside."

His tone was calm, yet it carried an undeniable force:

"Their mission is singular—hunting zombies. Aside from the crystal cores they use for upgrades, give me everything else."

Commander Peng raised his head, his gaze firm: "No problem."

Lin Chen stood up, looked at the camp under construction in the distance, and softened his voice:

"The final step—after pacifying Guangdong Province, we began to expand outwards."

He didn't turn around, but everyone knew what he was thinking.

Staff Officer Chen spoke up at the opportune moment, adding:

"I think we should also continuously move supplies from various places in."

He looked at Lin Chen, his gaze thoughtful.

"What the space lacks most right now isn't people, but equipment, tools, and raw materials. Relying solely on people to build it slowly is too slow."

Commander Peng nodded and continued the conversation:

"That's right. Guangdong Province has advanced manufacturing industries and all kinds of equipment. CNC machine tools, construction machinery, power generation equipment—if they can't be used outside, they can all be used inside."

He paused, then continued:

"We'll also move in raw materials—steel, cement, building materials—everything that can be moved in. This will greatly accelerate the initial development of the space and shorten the time from starting from scratch."