Apocalypse Forecast

Chapter 731: Chapter 595: Compensation_1

At this moment, the bridge of the Iron Crystal Throne was a cacophony of sharp alarms, error pop-ups clustering into a scarlet mass.

The moment Huai Shi pushed open the gate, the entire Town of Dusk teetered on the brink of collapse. If it weren’t for the constant repairs by the Dome Giant, it would have already fallen apart.

But now, Curse and despair spread like a sea, inch by inch drowning the whole world within it. Nearly all observation instruments were screeching at the maximum volume allowed by their settings.

The communications director was almost deafened by the reports from his subordinates.

”Warning, regional depth values are climbing... 14, 15... 20! Depth value 20!”

”Central final depth 23! We’ve reached the theoretical limit!”

”Black Box conversion in the High Tower Area is complete, but the seal can’t hold for long.”

”The dissolution of Hell is accelerating, with the estimated end time reduced from six hours to four.”

The chaotic bad news almost clogged his ears. He truly wished it could, if only to avoid hearing what came next.

”What about Huai Shi?” he adjusted his glasses and asked. ”Is he still alive?”

”Biological signals are unstable, but his functions are still maintainable.”

That was a small miracle amidst the misfortune.

The communications director stared at the vital signs on the screen, unsure whether to breathe a sigh of relief or become even more anxious.

Incredulous, how is he not dead after all this?

Surviving a bit too much, isn’t it?

In such an intensely concentrated cursed environment, unprotected immersion would have transformed an ordinary Sublimator into some unrecognizable monstrosity long ago. How could he still move and breathe as he does now?

What degree of horror lay inside...

”And the image?”

His voice rose. ”Send over the internal image.”

”Insufficient precision, the mechanics are urgently replacing the probe... No good, the depth interference is too strong!”

”I don’t care what you replace, even if it’s your own head, just fix the problem!”

Even with the Iron Crystal Throne’s technology and astonishing efficiency, it still took five full minutes to strip away the noise and interference caused by the depth crash, revealing the interior situation on the screen.

It was a... seething sea.

Within the endless lament, darkness churned viscidly, furiously trying to unleash a torrent but was always unable to break free from its restraints.

There were prayers and there were screams, but more prevalent were the numb, hollow moans.

The Disaster Sea, crafted by the Remnant Souls, rolled rapidly. Countless limbs extended from it, pulling haphazardly, clinging to Huai Shi.

Seeking to drag him down into the deepest darkness.

While outside the gate, they couldn’t affect Huai Shi. But once he walked into it, all protection was gone.

Trapped in the mire, unable to extricate himself.

The sounds of snapping Lock Chains echoed continuously. Corroded seals could no longer imprison those mad Souls. The blackness spread rapidly, countless Afterimages enveloping Huai Shi.

The deeper he went, the more he could feel himself rapidly eroding, assimilating...

Breathing heavily, Huai Shi struggled to force a smile, which hardly looked any better than crying.

”It feels... ice cold... and surprisingly... refreshing...”

Beneath his feet, the riotous sea trembled incessantly. Countless malformed limbs stretched out from it, pulling at his body.

Threads of blackness spread from where they tugged, web-like, crawling up his neck and covering his face.

These were the Curses born of despair, the quintessence congealed from anguish, carried by the remnants of Souls.

And their fragmented records and memories...

Each touch forced Huai Shi to ’empathetically’ experience all that they had endured, replaying upon him the events that had befallen those Souls.

To ravage his Soul.

It was as if his Soul had split once more, shattered into a million selves, each incessantly experiencing the pain etched into this Dark Ocean.

It was like everything he had suffered within the All Spectrum Heaven Sphere was replaying.

But this time there was no struggle, no salvation, no satisfaction, and no end—only unceasing despair and agony.

The more he struggled, the deeper he sank into the mire.

Even with all his strength to climb, he couldn’t stop the viscous darkness from reaching his neck. He was losing his strength, bit by bit, being dragged into the Dark Ocean.

Aboard the Iron Crystal Throne, an angry roar erupted.

It was the Great Grandmaster.

”What the hell is this, Luo Su!”

The Great Grandmaster glared at the research department’s projection. ”You never told me about this! What situation is this?”

Observations showed Huai Shi being eroded and assimilated by the records of Hell at a rate hundreds of times faster than an ordinary person, plunging towards a ’solidified’ end. The speed was unimaginably fast.

As if he had no resistance to it at all!

”It’s just a body with Event Affinity,” Luo Su said. ”He is simply the best vessel for Abyssal records, although his compatibility is a bit excessive. It’s nothing to make a fuss about, is it?”

The Great Grandmaster was incredulous. ”You didn’t tell me something so important earlier?”

Luo Su, holding his teacup, calmly replied, ”You didn’t ask either, did you?”

Yet, however righteous he sounded and however full of conviction he appeared, his true mood was far from the calm he projected.