Apocalypse Forecast

Chapter 1269: Chapter 970: Not Bad at All_2

”Don’t say that, I want to go home.”

Fu Yi answered weakly. ”Why do I have to be a corporate slave even at the Existence Institute? My dad is still counting on me for his retirement.”

”Relax, at least the Existence Institute’s retirement home facilities in Shambhala are comprehensive, and family members can get discounts.”

Jemma looked at her sympathetically, as if remembering something, and glanced around.

The office was nearly empty during the night shift.

She leaned in, sneakily observing around, then pulled out something from her pocket, lowering her voice: ”Let me show you something good... This is a rare item, my uncle from the Jurisdiction Bureau gave it to me... It’s definitely spiritual sustenance during long overtime.”

From her mysterious and eerie expression, it wouldn’t be surprising if she pulled out a packet of white powder next.

But soon, it was revealed that she took out a phone...

Clicked on a video.

A familiar face appeared.

With blood on the handsome face, expressionlessly looking up, as if he could see the distant probe mirror in the sky.

Fu Yi gasped, almost jumping out of her chair.

”... What, what, what is this?”

”What else could it be? You won’t tell me you don’t know?”

Jemma looked at her incredulously, as if she were a country bumpkin: ”It’s the Prince of Paradise’s latest secret video, 8K HD edition! I downloaded it after several hours using the dormitory’s WIFI. Outside, the news tomorrow will sell it for sixty thousand dollars a minute!”

”Uh, is this... very popular?”

”Of course, back in the day, I even sent him a rocket!” Jemma beamed: ”Oh, look, from this angle, I’m happy now. Aww, my heart is melting...”

”Wait, no matter how you look at this, it’s a crime scene, right? And you’re only a year older than him.”

Fu Yi’s eye twitched, hard to understand: ”But, he seems to have gained weight... looks like he’s eating well lately.”

”Hmm?”

Jemma’s eyes gleamed, leaned in closer, eagerly said: ”Fu, could it be that you are a member too!”

”No, no, no, I’ll pass, his merchandise is too expensive, I can’t afford it.” Fu Yi laughed awkwardly, ”It’s just coincidentally the same name as my dog, so I paid a little attention... Right, Huai Shi?”

The latter part was addressed to the silly dog poking its head out from under the table.

The silly dog grinned, drooling.

”Ah, speaking of which...”

Jemma seemed to recall something, curiously examining her roommate: ”Could you... know each other?”

”No, Huai Shi is a very common name in Dongxia, if you yell it in the street, seven or eight people will turn around.”

Fu Yi coughed, started some evasive nonsense: ”Just like your John’s and Peter’s, it means to bless children with growing up safely, many children, and grandchildren. But those named like this do tend to be scumbags, Jemma you must be careful.”

”Is that so?” Jemma was shocked all year long.

”Of course.”

Fu Yi struggled to maintain her calm, quickly changed the subject: ”But what is he doing here?”

”He’s in the war between the Heavenly Kingdom Genealogy and Golden Dawn, it’s the duel of two generations of Great Priestesses—isn’t it amazing!” Jemma flaunted her phone, then quickly got troubled: ”Ah, they’re definitely releasing new cards again, what should I do if I run out of money in my wallet? If only I could get an autographed edition, it would absolutely last a long time... ahem, I mean be appreciated for a long time.”

This ’appreciation’ of yours, is it legitimate?

Fu Yi’s mouth twitched slightly, at a loss for words.

It seemed wiser to follow instinct and avoid discussing topics that could accidentally disclose something and end up burning down friends’ houses.

Yet, her gaze couldn’t help but fall on the screen in Jemma’s hand, after a long time, she helplessly shook her head.

”Still, occasionally watching like this, isn’t he quite handsome...”

She commented softly, withdrawing her gaze.

She thought for a while, thought some more, had even more thoughts. Just like that, after a lengthy hesitation, she picked up her phone, opened her contacts, started editing a message.

[Well fought]

Message sent.

She leaned back in her chair, yawned, grabbing some rest before the next batch of emails arrived.

The long journey through overtime has just begun.

But when a reply dinged back.

She couldn’t help but slightly curl her lips.

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India, Lankha City

The border formed after the downfall of the Ten-headed Demon King in the past, resembling a city suspended over a cliff, overlooking below and faintly glimpsing the ruins of the gold, silver, and black iron three cities once destroyed by the God of Destruction’s arrow.

Those grand buildings were riddled with cracks, floating above Hell, a testament to this place’s former glory.

And at the city’s highest point, the solemn temple’s plaza was now enveloped in silence. The Brahmin priests kneeling on both sides gaped at the slender back of the challenger.

Click.

A soft, cracking sound.

A crack appeared on the glazed tiles, but to those present, it was tantamount to a thousand-pound thunderbolt!

—After fifty years, someone actually shattered the thin tiles held by Axe-wielding Rama

There’s still someone in this world who can challenge the dignity of the myriad skills god!

Even the figure seated like a mountain on the high platform raised her eyebrows in surprise...

And Luo Xian, stepped back.

Her body drenched in sweat, breathing heavily.

Almost incapable of standing.

As the projection of Axe-wielding Rama’s dignity dissipated, on the high platform, the middle-aged woman adorned with gold and gemstones, paint on her face, appeared.

Such was overlooking the challenger, not enraged, but instead laughed heartily with joy.

”Not bad, Luo Xian, you are quite good...” she extended her hand in invitation to the younger in front, ”Why not discard that useless Luo SiWei, and become my daughter?”

Luo Xian shook her head, with a faint smile: ”Do you desire admiration from someone like me?”

Currently maintaining the Genealogy in India, Coronated of the current generation, Axe-wielding Rama——Sonam Balan shook her head unconcernedly: ”Abyss’s love, worldly love, is there any difference? What you cling to, from my perspective, is insignificant... This is India, Luo Xian, even a King of Asura can undertake penance and move the heavens here!”

Should you harbor distinctions between Abyss and Current Circumstances, you might never walk away from contradictions.”

”If I don’t care, wouldn’t others care?”

Luo Xian replied calmly: ”At best, it’s self-deception, if one can’t understand their essence, how can they understand others?”

”If so, I’ll consider it a polite refusal.”

Sonam slightly shook her head: ”Although regrettably lacking insight, everyone has their ambitions, you made your choice, I won’t force it.

According to our wager, Luo Xian, you shattered the tile in my hand and won this victory. You can take the map to Hell’s three consecutive cities and your mother’s relic from before solidification.

But you must know, even if you find her, you may not get the answers you want.”

”I’m just wanting to search.”

Luo Xian asked: ”Does a daughter need a reason to want to see her mother?”

”True indeed, but the outcome might not be pleasant.”

Sonam looked upon the junior with pity, sighed softly after a while, turned, and left.

In the temple that resumed its silence, Luo Xian raised her head, gazing at the gray sky.

After a long time, she smiled silently.

In the evening, Luo Xian left the temple, carrying her backpack, leading a White Horse, heading toward Hell’s entrance.

But just before passing through that door, she felt a slight vibration in her arms.

The dim screen displayed a message from afar.

She was momentarily stunned.

Soon, her smile became comforting and joyful.

”He’s rather impressive too, Huai Shi.”

”Come on, come on...”

Thus, filled with anticipation, she turned back to look at the world one last time.

Turned away no more.

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In the morning, the basement was opened.

Tong Ji stepped barefoot on the cold floor, couldn’t help but yawn, sleepily heading toward the kitchen.

”Ah, so tired...”

Her footsteps paused momentarily, puzzled as she looked outside the window: ”Huh? Why is the outside bumpy, Old Fang, what’s happened? Has our neighborhood been forcibly demolished?”

”Miss Tong Ji, you fina—”

Outside the window, Uncle Fang, busy in the garden, raised his head in surprise, then... was left dumbstruck.

The bucket slipped from his hands, crashing to the ground.

Bang!