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

Chen Yutong, who possesses healing abilities, looked at Lin Chen, awaiting his instructions—her "healing light" might still be able to save Wang Qiang's life.

Lin Chen did not respond immediately; he sensed that things were not so simple.

He walked slowly into the classroom, his gaze calmly sweeping over everyone present, including those in his own group who wore expressions of anger, sympathy, or confusion, his tone revealing no emotion:

"Tell me, what happened?"

He intended to use this bloody and complicated case to teach the team members, most of whom still held pre-apocalyptic mindsets, a lesson about the realities of the apocalypse and human nature.

The apocalypse tests not only survival skills, but also serves as a mirror, revealing the deepest abyss of the human heart, a place usually bound by civilized rules.

"It was them... Wang Qiang and the others..." Jiang Ting sobbed uncontrollably, her face a mixture of bruises and tears, her voice hoarse and broken, "They stole our things, and... they forced us... Wenwen... she was just starving..."

She pointed to the girl in the corner with completely vacant eyes, then suddenly pointed to the dying Wang Qiang, "That beast! He tried to trade half a bag of biscuits for Wenwen to keep him company... When we refused, he started hitting us, and... he even tried to rape us..."

Several other girls added their own sobs, their fragmented words piecing together a tragic picture of coercion, violence, struggle, and abuse.

Bai Xin, Qi Wei, the twin sisters, and other teachers and students from the art academy listened, their faces turning ashen, their eyes burning with rage. Qi Wei's knuckles turned white as she gripped the dagger, and she whispered, "...Scumbag."

However, when Lin Chen turned his gaze to Yang Wei, who was trembling like a leaf, he calmly asked, "And you? Tell me, why?"

Li Ya and the others looked puzzled—wasn't the truth already very clear?

Yang Wei lowered his head, his voice trembling, but he still managed to speak haltingly:

"Brother Qiang... Wang Qiang's family runs a loan sharking business in the university town area. They have a lot of influence, and many students are afraid of them. Jiang Ting... Jiang Ting's father is Vice Mayor Jiang, who is in charge of education, culture, and health... She is their family's backer."

He swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing.

"But Jiang Ting... she likes girls. Ever since high school, she's often 'snatched' the girls that Qiang Ge had his eye on or was pursuing. Although many of those girls were after Qiang Ge's family's money and power and were willing to throw themselves at him... at least on the surface, it was all voluntary. But in the end, Jiang Ting snatched them all away. Qiang Ge has been holding a grudge ever since."

He paused, then pointed to Wenwen, whose eyes were lifeless, in the corner:

"On the day the blood rain fell, Qiang reacted quickly and traded a lot of food and drinks from some classmates at a high price. Wenwen... Wenwen's snacks and water were sold to Qiang."

He then pointed to another girl:

"Later, they were completely unable to get out. Jiang Ting tried to use her family connections to force Qiang Ge to distribute the supplies to her and her 'girlfriends.' Qiang Ge refused, and the conflict escalated."

He hurriedly added, as if trying to find some reason to defend himself:

"Wenwen was the first to get so hungry that she couldn't stand it anymore, so Qiang suggested... that she spend the night with him in exchange for half a bag of biscuits. Wenwen herself... agreed. But this completely enraged Jiang Ting."

His voice grew softer and softer:

"Wenwen and the other three girls were actually... all of them were Jiang Ting's 'girlfriends'. Wenwen originally had a boyfriend, but Jiang Ting... had someone force that boy to drop out of school and dump Wenwen, which is why Wenwen gave up on herself and followed her... So this incident wasn't just Qiang Ge and his gang doing evil; there were actually many grudges behind it."

Jiang Ting, standing to the side, was also turning pale and then flushed. She never imagined that she, as the mayor's daughter, would have her veil of shame torn off. But seeing Lin Chen's cold gaze, she dared not interrupt Yang Wei's narration.

After listening to Yang Wei's halting yet informative narration, Li Ya, Zhou Xiaomin, and the others were stunned.

It turns out that what unfolded in this classroom, which had been transformed into hell, was not just a simple tragedy of perpetrators and victims, but a nauseating quagmire formed by years of entangled power struggles on campus, distorted emotional relationships, material temptations, and malice that erupted completely under the pressure of an apocalypse.

The simple binary of good and evil seems to become blurred and powerless here.

Lin Chen listened quietly, his gaze sweeping over each young face—whether angry, sad, confused, or bewildered.

"Remember what you saw and heard today." He spoke slowly, his voice exceptionally clear in the quiet classroom. "The apocalypse won't make bad people suddenly become good; it will only strip away their last pretense."

He paused, then continued, "You must also understand—most of the time, especially in dire straits, there aren't so many black-and-white 'good' and 'evil' in the world. What there are often are just different perspectives, the eruption of pent-up resentment, and the various gray or even dark choices that humanity is forced to make under the pressure of survival."

Lin Chen was clearly telling everyone that in the apocalypse, one should not simply look at good and evil, but only at one's position and interests.

He turned around and calmly said to Chen Yutong, who was waiting for instructions:

"Don't save him."

Then, his gaze swept over Jiang Ting, whose face was streaked with tears, filled with shame and hatred, and the other four girls with complex expressions. Without saying anything more, he turned and walked out of the classroom filled with sin, sorrow and complex human nature.

Jiang Ting and the others quickly packed their clothes and followed the crowd.

Wang Qiang died unwillingly in the end. Yang Wei looked at his boss's body with mixed feelings. Wang Qiang had treated him fairly well. He usually paid for his food, drinks and entertainment, and Wang Qiang would stand up for him when he was bullied.

He wanted to help Wang Qiang collect his body, but there were no conditions to do so. He could only hide Wang Qiang's body in a cabinet nearby, and then followed the group away.

The cleanup work is still ongoing.

The cruel lesson about the end times has been deeply imprinted in the hearts of many present.

……

The teaching building has been thoroughly searched.

The group returned to the first floor, passed through an enclosed corridor connecting the two buildings, and headed towards the adjacent teaching building.

Behind them, more and more survivors silently followed the group. Most of them were disheveled, covered in dirt and dried blood, their faces were pale, their eyes were sunken, and their veins were bloodshot with exhaustion and fear.

Despite their precarious physical condition, not a single person dared to slack off or fall behind.

Despite having gone nearly two days without a single grain of rice, and being sustained only by their remaining willpower, their physical strength was almost completely exhausted. However, the instinct for survival, like the most primal driving force, compelled them to cling tightly to the tail of this well-equipped team that seemed to know exactly where to go.

It's as if once you fall behind and lose this only protection and guidance, you will be completely swallowed up by the boundless darkness and howls outside, with no way out.

The moment I stepped through the door of the adjacent teaching building, a spacious and incredibly tall dance hall came into view.

The towering dome is equipped with professional stage lighting equipment, and a huge floor-to-ceiling mirror on one wall still reflects the hazy sunlight streaming in from the window, illuminating the spacious interior; the spotless solid wood flooring gleams with a cold, faint light in the dim light.

Even now, shrouded in the deathly gloom of the apocalypse, this dance hall still faintly exudes a lingering elegance that once belonged to art and youth.

The hall was empty, and there was no sign of any zombies.

Lin Chen looked around and quickly estimated in his mind: the space here is extremely spacious and can easily accommodate one or two thousand people.

He stopped, turned around, and looked at the group of survivors behind him who were almost at their limit, their eyes glazed over, sustained only by their will to live. He spoke in a deep voice, which echoed clearly in the empty hall:

"Everyone, stay here and rest. Do not leave this hall without orders."

He paused, his gaze sweeping over the several entrances and exits of the dance hall:

"I will leave people behind to be on guard and provide protection."

Before he finished speaking, his gaze shifted to Li Ya beside him, and he quickly called out names:

"Xiaoya, Yingxue, Yingyue, Baixin, and Huangfulan, the five of you stay here to maintain order and security. Stay alert and keep in touch."

"Okay, Brother Lin." Li Ya nodded immediately.

Jiang Yingxue, Jiang Yingyue, Bai Xin, and Huangfu Lan echoed in unison, quickly adjusting their positions to subtly separate the survivors from the main entrances.