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

Lin Chen's eyes held only cold indifference. He looked at the black dragon pleading on the ground like a rotten corpse, as if he were looking at a long-decayed carcass.

The next thirty minutes became the longest, most painful, and darkest eternal nightmare of Black Dragon's short life.

Lin Chen holstered his gun, slowly stepped forward, and crouched down. A military dagger gleamed coldly in his hand.

He did not kill the black dragon immediately.

He wanted to make this beast, who had caused countless tragedies in his previous life and took pleasure in torture, personally experience the extreme pain and despair that those he had cruelly tortured to death endured in their final moments—a pain so intense it could destroy their souls.

Gouging out his eyes plunged him into eternal darkness, so he could never see this filthy world again.

He crushed the bones inch by inch with his limbs.

Skinning and dismembering... Lin Chen's movements were precise and ruthless, like the most skilled surgeon, yet filled with deep-seated hatred.

Each cut was deep, yet skillfully avoided major arteries and vital organs, prolonging the pain to the maximum extent possible.

Inside the office, a terrifying sound, no longer human, mingled between screams and sobs, echoed.

Black Dragon's body, enhanced by supernatural abilities, has now become a vessel for prolonging torture.

He writhed and convulsed in his own pool of blood, like a giant earthworm that had been skinned but was still writhing. His once invincible image as the "Overlord of the North City" had long since been shattered into dust.

Blood stained the cold ground, slowly congealing due to the low temperature. The overwhelming stench of blood drowned out all other smells.

Time ticked by, each second feeling like an eternity to the black dragon. The extreme pain had long since overwhelmed his consciousness, leaving only the most primal instinct for survival driving his mangled body to make feeble struggles.

When Lin Chen finally stopped, the black dragon was no longer human, its breath as weak as a candle flickering in the wind.

"Spare...spare...I...will...be...your...dog..." He could still hear a little sound with his only remaining ear, and his remaining consciousness drove his damaged vocal cords to squeeze out a few extremely faint breaths, still making his final, humble plea.

Lin Chen stood up, looking down at the mangled mass of flesh and blood at his feet. He lifted his foot; the sole of his boot was covered in thick, sticky blood.

"Are you worthy?"

His voice, as cold as ancient iron, was his final judgment on Xie Long.

As soon as he finished speaking, the blood-stained military boot slammed down without hesitation!

"Snap!"

The crisp sound of his throat bones shattering became the last sound the black dragon heard in this world.

A deathly silence fell over the office. Only the pattering of bloody rain outside the window and the faint howls of zombies in the distance seemed to play a mournful dirge for this belated reckoning.

Lin Chen expressionlessly flicked the blood off his dagger and put it away. His gaze swept over the Black Dragon remnants on the ground, who were already terrified and even incontinent, as well as the beautiful woman on the sofa whose eyes were completely vacant, as if her soul had been ripped out.

The first step of revenge is complete.

But the reckoning is far from over.

The premature death of the Black Dragon may have indirectly saved countless innocent lives, but in this cannibalistic apocalypse, even without the Black Dragon, there might be Black Tigers or Black Panthers instead. Where is true safety to speak of?

Black Dragon's eyes, once filled with violence and lewdness, were now only a dissipated gray, wide open, reflecting the pale light from the office ceiling, as if he could not understand why he had ended up like this, even in death.

Lin Chen glanced expressionlessly at the mangled body on the ground, which was no longer human. He felt no satisfaction at having avenged his great enemy, only a cold indifference, as if he were cleaning up a pile of hazardous waste.

He bent down, grabbed Black Dragon's still intact ankle, and dragged him to the broken window as if pulling a heavy bag of garbage.

Outside the window, the blood-red rain continued to fall. Downstairs, the horde of zombies, drawn by the earlier smell of Boss Ge's blood, had not completely dispersed and were still lingering nearby, emitting longing growls.

Lin Chen exerted force with his arm and threw the black dragon's corpse straight out of the window.

The heavy body slammed onto the wet cement floor with a dull thud.

Instantly, like a stone thrown into water, the horde of zombies below erupted in chaos! They roared and rushed toward the still-warm "food," the sounds of tearing, chewing, and the cracking of bones breaking... weaving together a chilling symphony of death.

The cycle of cause and effect, retribution is unhappy.

The injustices and despair of those innocent people he tortured, killed, and fed to in his past lives seemed to find a silent echo at this moment in the most primal and cruel way.

The black dragon eventually became food for the zombies, just as it had forged the fate of others.

Lin Chen ignored the seven Black Dragon remnants on the ground, who were groaning in pain from their serious injuries and whose eyes were filled with fear and pleading.

He wasn't being soft-hearted; rather, he knew perfectly well that in this apocalypse, especially in this cold chain park that had just been violently "ruled" by the Black Dragon, there were many survivors who hated them to the bone and had been bullied and robbed by them.

Leaving their severely wounded bodies here will allow "karma" to come and settle accounts with them. Sometimes, living to endure the revenge of the victims is a more fitting punishment than a quick death.

He turned, ready to leave the room filled with blood and sin.

Just then, the almost forgotten figure on the sofa moved.

He Meijiao—the pitiful woman who had just experienced the tragic death of her husband and the near humiliation of herself—had somehow managed to sit up.

Her expensive dress was torn to shreds, barely covering her body. Her exposed skin was covered in bruises and scratches, her hair was disheveled, and her face was streaked with tears and blood. She looked utterly wretched, but her eyes, which had been empty and desperate, were now fixed on Lin Chen's back, burning with an almost frantic will to survive.

Just as Lin Chen was about to step out the door, she lunged forward with all her might, her cold, trembling fingers gripping Lin Chen's clothes tightly.

"Handsome...handsome guy...hero...please!" Her voice was hoarse and dry, choked with sobs, and tears streamed down her face again. "Take me away! Please...take me away from here! I...I'll do anything! Really! Serve you, be your slave, do anything!"

For her, this office and this cold chain industrial park are nothing short of hell on earth.

Her husband had just been thrown down to feed the zombies right before her eyes, and seven thugs, though severely wounded, still had menacing eyes, were lying around her. There might be even more of the Black Dragon's minions outside the door... If she stayed here, her fate would only be worse than death, a living hell.

Lin Chen stopped in his tracks, slowly turned around, and looked down at the woman who was clutching his clothes tightly as if she were grasping at the last straw.

The fear, despair, and desperate pleading in her eyes were clearly visible. Yet, the aura emanating from her was remarkably pure.

He didn't agree immediately. Instead, he frowned slightly, calmly scrutinizing her, and asked in a flat voice, "What's your name? What are your special skills or value?"

He needed to assess her worth. In this apocalyptic world, there's no room for idleness, and compassion doesn't put food on the table. Besides, he wasn't a philanthropist.