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

Early the next morning, Lin Chen rode Yuanzai and sped northward.

Yuanzi's four palms flew, leaving a long white trail on the snowfield.

It wasn't until more than two hours later that the Beijing skyline finally came into view.

The prosperity before the apocalypse has long since vanished. Those once towering skyscrapers that once stood proudly in the world are now covered in thick ice, like icicles stuck under the sky, silent and cold.

This is the first time Lin Chen has set foot in this city, in both his past and present lives.

He rolled off and put Yuanzai into Creation Island. This guy was too conspicuous. He was here to gather information, so he had to keep a low profile.

Entering the capital city alone, after passing through several abandoned neighborhoods, I came across a group of seven or eight people who were rummaging through the shops along the roadside.

Hearing footsteps, they all looked up, their eyes warily fixed on Lin Chen.

These days, anyone who can walk alone in the apocalypse is either a fool or a terrifyingly powerful individual, so it's no wonder they're nervous.

Lin Chen didn't give them time to react. As he approached, his mental suggestion had already been silently activated.

Do you know the Chen, Li, and Liu families in the capital?

The bearded man at the front hesitated for a moment, then respectfully replied, "I know. We are peripheral members of the Chen family, one of the three most powerful forces in the capital."

Do you know their location?

"Know."

Lin Chen took out a map from his pocket and handed it over.

The bearded man took it and quickly marked the core areas of the three families on it.

Lin Chen put away the map and glanced at the group: "Have you forgotten that you've seen me before?"

Everyone responded in unison, "Understood."

Lin Chen snapped his fingers, and in a flash, he disappeared from the spot.

The men's eyes glazed over for a moment, then cleared, and they continued searching for food as if nothing had happened.

Lin Chen didn't expect the process to go so smoothly; he secured three locations as soon as he arrived in Beijing.

He didn't rush to find the Chen family, but instead headed towards the Liu family in the north of the city.

According to Commander Zhao, Liu Weidong is the only one of the three who can still reason with people, and he plans to start with him.

The Liu family's shelter was located in the underground auditorium and air-raid shelter of a former ministry. After a large-scale expansion, it was quite large.

Using spatial teleportation, Lin Chen silently passed through several outer defense lines and entered the core area of ​​the Liu family's underground shelter.

The underground passage was brightly lit, and the air was filled with the smell of cooking and instant noodles mixed together.

There were many people coming and going, including soldiers in uniform patrolling, logistics personnel carrying supplies, and a few ordinary survivors wrapped in cotton-padded coats, huddled in a corner with numb eyes.

Looking at the maze-like underground facilities and so many people, Lin Chen frowned.

He darted to a blind spot, pulled a lone man aside, and used mental suggestion to subdue him.

Where is Liu Weidong?

"He's at the very end over there, there are four guards at the entrance," the man said, pointing to a passage on the left.

Lin Chen looked towards the passage with the most patrolling soldiers. At the very bottom was the room the man had mentioned, which was only a few hundred meters away.

Then, a spatial teleportation took them into the room.

The room was small, with only a desk. Behind the desk sat a middle-aged man in his fifties, with gray hair and a thin face, who was looking down and flipping through a thick stack of documents.

Hearing the noise, he looked up, his gaze falling on Lin Chen, and he froze.

"Who are you?" His voice wasn't loud, and it carried a hint of panic, but he quickly calmed down.

"My name is Lin Chen. Commander Liu, it's an honor to meet you." Lin Chen smiled slightly and sat down opposite him.

Liu Weidong put down his pen and looked him up and down for a few seconds.

Then he sighed, leaned back, and tapped his fingers lightly twice on the table.

"You're Lin Chen? How did you get in? There are three layers of guards outside, two hidden sentries, and a monitoring room..."

"They came in," Lin Chen said.

Liu Weidong was silent for a moment, then suddenly laughed, a smile tinged with helplessness: "It seems my security system is no different from paper in front of you. No wonder you are someone who can contend with the gods."

Lin Chen shrugged and smiled, "I didn't expect that Commander Liu had heard of me."

"Of course, who doesn't know Mr. Lin's name now?"

"In that case, what choice does Commander Liu intend to make?"

Liu Weidong stared at him for a long while, his gaze complex: "Do you know that if I just shout, at least twenty superhumans will rush into this room?"

"You can give it a try," Lin Chen said calmly.

Liu Weidong didn't try. After the Battle of Shanghai, many places were reduced to ruins. If the battlefield hadn't moved to the coast later, it's hard to say whether the entire city of Shanghai would have been razed to the ground. There's no doubt about Lin Chen's strength!

"Chen Huaiyuan has already sent people to Shanghai to look for you, did you know that?"

"I've heard about it." Lin Chen nodded. "But guess why it was a negotiating representative who went, not a declaration of war envoy?"

Liu Weidong paused slightly in the hand holding the cup.

"Because he knows he can't beat me." Lin Chen finished his sentence for him. "The nuclear bomb is his last trump card, but he's betting that I won't dare to sacrifice the people, not that he'd actually dare to die with them. Chen Huaiyuan, in the end, is a shrewd businessman, not a desperate man."

Liu Weidong put down his cup, remained silent for a long time, and finally spoke: "What do you want to do with me?"

"I want to have a serious talk with Commander Liu about how to survive in the future apocalypse."

"What do you mean?"

"Commander Liu, don't you want to know the origin of the apocalypse? Don't you want to know how to survive it? You don't really think this apocalypse will be over soon, do you?"

Three questions came flying at Liu Weidong, who opened his mouth but was speechless.

Didn't they think about it? Of course they did.

But the feeling of having the power of life and death in the apocalypse is too intoxicating. When power blinds you, who cares about tomorrow?

"How did the apocalypse come about?" Liu Weidong asked with difficulty.

"It was caused by those so-called gods I fought last time," Lin Chen said calmly. "What I fought last time was just a wisp of a god's soul. Their true forms will descend in five years."

Liu Weidong felt a chill run down his spine, and cold sweat instantly soaked his shirt: "Did the gods do this? They? Descend in five years?"

Lin Chen nodded without saying anything.

"Why...why did they do that?"

Lin Chen shook his head.

How many gods are there?

Lin Chen continued to shake his head, his gaze darkening: "One thing is certain: these gods have absolutely no good intentions. If we don't unite as one, we'll be nothing more than fish to be slaughtered by them. Your so-called rights and enjoyment are nothing but illusions."

The conference room was eerily quiet. Liu Weidong leaned back in his chair, staring at the ceiling, remaining silent for a long time.

The light from the table lamp shone on his face, illuminating his pale features and slightly trembling lips.

After a long while, he let out a long breath, as if he had put down something heavy.

"What do you want me to do?" His voice was hoarse.