Apocalypse Forecast

Chapter 1001: Chapter 779: Future_4

”Okay.” Akasaki propped himself up with his arms and moved over little by little, sitting next to her, just like when he was a child.

Yuriko Ochiai patted his hair, ”Are you afraid, Akasaki?”

”With you here, I’m not afraid.” Akasaki smiled, shook his head, and whispered softly, ”I just really want to have another beer.”

Once again, he recalled the smiling faces on that day on the street, the laughter echoing with the scent of malt, and the joyful expressions of those children jumping around.

With a negligible regret, he closed his eyes.

The door crashed open once again with a roar, and the slaughterers from outside charged in, only to see that mother and son embracing each other.

Holding the sleeping child, Yuriko Ochiai looked up, glaring contemptuously at the intruders in front of her.

She pressed the button in her hand.

Amidst the violent explosion, firelight, and light swallowed everything.

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In a daze, she heard Tomoko’s sobbing, and someone hugged her. By the time she regained her senses, everything before her had turned into Hell.

Everyone was dead, killed by the maddened ghosts, killed by her own hand.

”Enough, Zhenxi, enough... don’t do this anymore, mother, mother is already dead.”

The crying teenage girl clung tightly to her back, awakening the frenzied Evil Ghost.

In the pool of blood, Zhenxi looked up blankly and saw the wreckage of corpses before her and her own hands stained with blood.

All those people, they were all dead.

Killed by her own hand.

No matter how they screamed or begged for mercy, it was useless. First a punch, then another punch, the corpse underfoot turned into a pool of mush.

Despite the bullets hitting her body, as if she couldn’t feel the pain, she found herself unable to stop crying.

Zhenxi looked down, staring at the hideous reflection of the Evil Ghost in the murky pool.

Bones exposed, blood dripping.

That was her.

But no matter what she did, Auntie JinJiang would not come back— the woman who took her in, the gentle mother who considered an outsider her daughter, was dead.

She collapsed powerlessly to the ground, letting out a hoarse wail.

Crying silently.

In the silence, the enormous iron crow slowly folded its wings before her, its long beak gently reaching out like a tender hand, stroking her hair.

Then, amidst the burning brilliance, that familiar figure appeared, like a miracle.

Even though it was a dreamlike reunion, Zhenxi found herself unable to smile, unable to reach out her hand as she had imagined.

”Are you in pain, Zhenxi?”

Lady SuZi lowered her head and softly asked, ”You seem like you want to give up, I don’t know how to comfort you.”

”I don’t know, Lady SuZi, no matter what, I can’t figure it out...”

Zhenxi sobbed helplessly, looking at her blood-stained hands, ”Lady SuZi... what on earth should I do?”

”It’s simple, Zhenxi, you must make a choice again— either collapse here or continue forward.”

The phantom in her memory squatted down, lifted her cheeks with both hands, wiped away the blood and tears, and gently told her, ”You don’t need to chase other people’s phantoms, you don’t have to be like others, Zhenxi. Someone still stands behind you, she hasn’t given up on you, so you can’t give up on yourself.”

Gazed upon with such trusting eyes, Zhenxi couldn’t help but cry, like a child who finally found a home, wailing loudly.

”Lady SuZi, I already... I don’t want to see any friends die before me again!”

”Then stand up, Zhenxi, go fight your enemies.”

Her own God stroked her long hair, solemnly and seriously telling her, ”I will witness you, Zhenxi, you have not fallen.”

She said, ”Your battle is just beginning.”

With her words, the final Divine Nature radiated light, transforming into a brilliant outline, merging into the shattered shell.

Smoothing out the pain, healing the body, ultimately uniting with the soul.

This is the gift from the Soloist, a miracle unique to her.

—Heavenly Kingdom Genealogy·Stigma[Yin Soul]!

Under the glow rising in the distance, the teenage girl, transformed into an Evil Ghost, raised her head, wiped away her tears, and once again gazed at the suffering world before her.

And the enemies gradually approaching from afar.

The iron crow spread its wings once more, transforming into a burning heavy axe blade, falling into her hand.

She gripped it tightly.

”Don’t be afraid, Tomoko.”

Zhenxi slowly stood up, shielding the girl behind her.

She said, ”I will protect you.”

This time, I will not give up again—

Her story and her battle are just beginning!

Behind them, in the dark sky dome, a silver glow rose.

It was the crow flock spreading its wings.

Like scattered starlight descending upon this dark world.

They crossed the shattered sky, the cracked earth, passed over the ruins, illuminating the serene smile at the corners of the deceased elders’ mouths. Guiding the confused souls, soothing the tears of pain.

Finally, landing in front of the helpless, illuminating those dim eyes once again.

Dispelling darkness.

Tears will run dry, all the pain will pass, and despair will have its end.

From the dark world, flames will be reignited once more.

Right here in this Hell, countless eyes unwilling to succumb open, devouring despair, rising from suffering, roaring at the enemy before them.

They are still alive.

Not dead yet.

So, they have not given up!

Brilliant flames rise from Hell.

”That’s right, Huai Shi, that’s how it should be!”

In front of the Summon Dragon Flute’s projection, Luo Su had already clenched his fist, eyes wide open.

”Don’t worry, don’t hesitate, don’t fear— you are a destined hero, heir to the Heavenly Kingdom, agent of the last remaining Utopia.”

”You will never be alone.”

He whispered softly, joyful radiance igniting in his eyes, ”You are the sun of the Future!”

No matter in how deep a darkness, the hero will stand in the most brilliant place, inspiring hope.

”Do you see it, Isaac?”

He murmured fervently, ”Our sun has risen!”

Our sun, belonging to us, belonging to the Future...

Your era has ushered in its prelude, Huai Shi.

Now, go to them, to Hell, to this world— show them that the light of Utopia has not been extinguished.

Utopia still exists in this world!