Apocalypse Forecast

Chapter 958 - 757: Resonance (Part 2)

"Resonant Physique?"

God City Future lowered his head, glancing at his own hands, his lips curled up.

Unclear whether it’s joy or mockery.

Hard to comprehend.

"Such dream-like things, are they indeed real? But how exactly is this physique manifested?"

He chuckled softly: "Nerves? Blood type? Skeleton? Organs or lymphatic system? What exactly is the logic of resonance? Can a hybrid like me also resonate with the Rainbow Bridge? Doesn’t this prove that the soul of a hybrid is no different from that of a regular person?"

"Indeed it is."

The voice in the dark responded: "Mortals are always calculating, dividing inside and outside, hierarchies and differences, but in the eyes of my master, all things are equal without distinction; the so-called hybrid is merely closer to the Abyss.

God City, although you have your biases, you still possess wisdom, you should transcend narrow prejudices."

"Save the preaching."

God City Future refused, "I’m not planning to worship any God Spirits."

"It’s irrelevant," said the hoarse voice. "Whether you have faith or not, my master does not care, nor will it change the reality and results. Our alliance isn’t constrained by likes or dislikes, but serves the unity of all things; God City, you only need to remember this."

God City sneered: "Destructive Element yearning for human unity—could there be a better joke than this?"

"There is," the voice said. "For example, ’Eternal Beast yearning to die’."

"..."

Hard to describe whether this bizarre logic is overly inflexible and pedantic or the sense of humor is exceptionally unique; God City Future couldn’t tell the difference for a moment.

However, trying to understand the existence of the Crowned using human logic is the real mistake.

After such a long interaction, God City found his ally, rather than being a devil from Hell, is more like an AI completely contrary to common sense and logic.

But, that’s just fine.

For a scholar like God City Future, an ally with overly strong opinions and power would be disastrous, whereas cooperation as is now feels much more pleasant.

"God City, you possess talents, born as such, not just wisdom but ability."

That voice told him, "For the Astronomical Society, someone like you is of astronomical value—a component indispensable for the Rainbow Bridge, expendable in time jumps, much like Liu DongLi."

God City pondered for a long time and asked unwillingly: "Since I can feel resonance, why can’t I jump like him?"

"The three blockades aren’t something you can use just because you have the physique; you need complex development and surgical modification, massive energy supply, and the response of the Rainbow Bridge itself."

The voice answered: "However, even if undeveloped and unauthorized, unable to perform a time jump, you can still, via Liu DongLi, feel those fragments of events from the future that belong to you—in other words, he brings you information belonging to the future."

That is so-called ’resonance’.

Just like when two tuning forks are close to each other, they cause resonance, allowing the records of events to be transmitted this way.

Every time Liu DongLi performs a time jump, it brings him a deeply ingrained record of death... only able to passively receive future matters this way, again and again evading the originally destined death.

"Can only keep being killed by him repeatedly?"

God City suppressed his anger, and asked in a low voice: "Is this how ridiculous I am?"

"No, God City, you should have realized this point—every repetition makes you stronger."

That voice resolutely said: "The time leap of Rainbow Bridge isn’t omnipotent; like him using it recklessly is an exception—but as long as I’m here, he is destined never to cross the final barrier."

"Giving the failed ones another chance, but even redoing cannot change the past sowed ’cause’ and the future reaped ’effect’.

All he can do is to vainly delay the arrival of the ending through this meaningless cycle, just like ten years ago."

"Your resonant physique, my existence, and everything in the Tanbo Inner Circle now all prove this point. All conditions, if missing one, cannot form such a situation."

"God City, [Destiny] stands with you."

In the boiling darkness, a solemn yet sinister outline slowly emerged—that is a giant-like existence, beneath the tattered black robe, six withered arms like tree trunks spread open, proclaiming the true essence from the Abyss:

"—The souls left in the past cannot kill you, you own the future."

The being named Healer declared with certainty.

That was the Crowned from Destructive Element · Ranch Master, a Hell Pith born from all plagues and ailments, an indisputable envoy of God.

And beneath those complex limbs, countless cables and equipment connected its body and nature, integrating it into a massive machine.

Under the cold light, the embryo in the culture dish is slowly growing.

In just three days, it formed the shape of an infant from a fertilized egg, even accelerating.

"Almost there..."

God City Future gazed at that sacred embryo, murmuring softly: "Let the hybrids be liberated from this tragic destiny."

Just a little bit more...

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"Just a little bit more, Old Pal!"

In the office of Huaizhi Corporation, under the oppressive atmosphere, Huai Shi couldn’t help but sigh.

Examining the two burly men from the Russian Federation sitting across the table, Huai Shi regretfully patted the table and gestured with his hand, "I admit it’s a tempting offer, but unfortunately, it’s still a little short of my ideal price... How about you try a bit harder?

Otherwise, where in the world have you heard of wanting a horse to run while not letting it graze?"

The expressions of the two from the K Party gradually became indifferent, showing no emotion, just looking at Huai Shi coldly.

They did not raise their offer again.

Huai Shi felt even more regretful, "Or perhaps, introduce your corporate culture? The passion and loyalty from the Russian Federation, how wonderful is the exotic charm and all that... Everyone is like brothers, united as one family? Don’t be so cold, I won’t charge you for chatting a bit more, is that not okay?"

He was answered with a disdainful snort.

Right across the table, the middle-aged man who hadn’t spoken a word since entering, still wearing sunglasses, slowly stood up and told him, "No one can bargain with the K Party, Huaizhi."

He said, "Either agree or die, that’s all."

"Die? Here?"

Huai Shi laughed, pointed to his neck, and gestured a slashing motion, "You’ve come to my turf, to my face, I’ve served you tea, treated you as guests. And you? You’re just here to tell me to surrender, or else die?

So you’re going to cut off my head? Now? Do you have a knife? Do you need me to lend you one?"

He reached over, pulled out a dagger from the drawer beside him, and stabbed it into the table, then gestured with his fingers to the two guests, "Come on!"

The other tattooed man became furious, stood up, but was held back by his superior.

"Since you dare to refuse the boss’s mercy, then prepare for war, Huaizhi."

The man took off his sunglasses, revealing his gray eyes filled with white flecks, and said with pity, "So-called Yingzhou people are just like this, especially the hybrids, disgraceful.

You are unworthy of true honor and cannot comprehend the value of loyalty."

"War?"

Huai Shi was stunned, wondering if his ears had heard wrong, "You are saying war to me?"

He was almost amused.

With utter confusion and curiosity, he earnestly asked, "Are you declaring war on me? Gentlemen? Do you wish to choose war? But do you really understand what real war looks like?"

Never mind the overwhelming changes brought by the conflict of genealogies and the torrents of steel in the Current Circumstances, nor the struggle between the Astronomical Society and Golden Dawn over the Endless Sea, not even mentioning the brutal battles on the scorched earth of Australia, only talking about the malicious competition provoked for the sake of a Hell between the Ivory Tower and Ivy League...

Compared to those grand and terrifying ’battles’, can the current gang territorial fights already be called war?

No way, right? No way, are you serious?

It’s almost like seeing a kid with a Card of the Ages saying to you, ’Your dad used the Card of the Ages to defeat my dad in the past, and now I want to use it to defeat you.’

Is this some kind of children’s plot?

That bewildered expression, perhaps, was taken as panic and fear?

The Russian Federation men’s expressions turned disdainful, ready to speak, but saw Huai Shi wave his hand.

"It’s okay, doesn’t matter."

Huai Shi waved his hand, generously saying, "If you want to become my enemies, then come on. Yes, if this is what you call ’war’..."

He stifled a laugh, trying hard to force a serious expression, but couldn’t hide that mocking, like a doting smile at seeing a neighbor’s kid playing with electricity.

As long as you’re happy.

The tattooed face turned livid with rage, stepping forward, reaching for the dagger on the table, intending to spill this bastard’s blood within five steps.

But at that moment, the dagger on the table seemed to suddenly disappear.

Then, it flickered and reappeared.

The handle was held by Huai Shi’s hand, already pinning the opponent’s left hand to the table, piercing through, blood gushing out. Terrible cries erupted.

The Russian Federation man swung his fist in anger, but Huai Shi remained expressionless, merely twisting the knife handle slightly, causing the person pinned to the table to start convulsing again.

Only the splattering blood fell on Huai Shi’s face, accentuating that handsome face with extraordinary ferocity.

"You came here with arrogance, offering me your pity. Humiliated my hospitality, trampled on my goodwill, expected me to wag my tail and beg, but from start to finish, you never understood one thing..."

He stared at the middle-aged man with sunglasses, telling him word by word, "Your so-called ’honor’ and ’value’ have never had anything to do with me."

"I rise above your honor, I disdain your value."

"Now—"

Huai Shi withdrew the blade in his hand, amidst the screams, sheathed it, and softly bid farewell, "You can go back and prepare for your so-called war."

He said, "Goodbye."