Reincarnation space, but the style is wrong

Chapter 152: The Prophecy of Doomsday, Four-Color Doomsday Theory
Chen Xingzhi has never had much idea about his main mission "Crossing the Doomsday".

After all, the reincarnation space provides too little information. Not to mention what the end of the world is, just the idea of ​​surviving to the next era is very confusing.

"Doomsday, could it be referring to the flesh-and-blood aggregates that are wreaking havoc now and the slaughter machines that have already awakened? If that's all, then how can we survive Doomsday? Kill them all?"

For him now, cleaning the surface is not a difficult task. It only takes some time for him to cover the entire surface with the fungal mat.

But it is somewhat unrealistic to ask him to kill all the flesh and blood aggregates and killing machines in the world.

Who knows if they are hiding deep underground? He is not sure that the enemies on the surface are all there are. Moreover, these two are more powerful than what they have shown so far. There may be even stronger individuals.

"No, that shouldn't be the case. There must be others. Could they be players?"

It was reasonable for him to involve the players. By collecting and studying the data of players going online and offline, he could basically confirm that the players came from another world.

The so-called going online is nothing more than projecting themselves from another world to this world through some means. After going offline, their player bodies will be recycled by the game system and released again when they go online.

Therefore, he suspected that these players were soldiers sent by another world to invade, and doomsday meant the invasion of another world.

"If that's the case, then wouldn't it mean that I have to expel the players from this world after I survive the apocalypse?"

Chen Xingzhi's face was uncertain. Judging from the information at hand, the world where the game system existed was likely to be of a higher energy level than this world. If a mere fourth-level mid-level person like him faced it, his chances of winning would be slim.

"It's not necessary to expel the players," he suddenly thought of another possibility, "Maybe I can log off through the player template and go to that world. This can also be considered as surviving the apocalypse, right?"

Although this idea was strange, and it felt like joining the enemy if you can't win, it was the only reliable method he could think of.

"Let's just use this as a backup plan. Right now I'm not even sure if Doomsday is a player, so I might not be able to use it."

Of course, the prerequisite for doing this is that he can crack the player's offline program and ensure that he will not be discovered by the game system.

The various modules of the player template are not so easy to crack, and it requires him to spend a lot of computing power and time. Fortunately, these two things are the ones he has the most.

After arranging the various thought processes and getting everything on track, Chen Xingzhi planned to explore outward.

His target was the capital of Ningguo, one of the former kingdoms, now the Ningdu Sanctuary.

The shelter is a larger force than the camp. It is said that tens of thousands of people live in it. It not only has a stable water and food supply system, but also basic industrial production lines.

Not to mention that there is military protection there, which can maintain a relatively stable order, which is not easy to achieve in the end times.

"It used to be the capital of the country, and now it's the largest shelter. There should be a lot of useful information. I hope I can find information about the end of the world."

He was determined to leave, and located the coordinates of the Ningdu Shelter from the dreamland outside the world.

As a reincarnation who has conducted in-depth research on space, he naturally does not need to rely on flying or walking to travel far away. He only needs to determine the coordinates of the destination and he can teleport there through the dreamland.

"Positioning completed, jump started."

The dreamland stuck in the crystal wall uses its huge size to distort gravity and create a fixed-point teleportation portal.

Chen Xingzhi sent out his incarnation named Gene Integrator and asked him to take the Corrupted Soldier with him in case of any emergency.

The fact that the humans of this world have been able to survive until now under the attack of flesh and blood aggregates and killing machines has fully demonstrated the power they possess. It is not too much to be careful.

Chen Xingzhi stepped through the door and appeared in an alley in a shelter.

"Puff, puff."

The sound of a sharp weapon piercing through flesh came from in front of him. He looked closely and saw a man, or a corpse, lying on the ground. A woman was cutting him open and taking out his internal organs.

There was no doubt that this was a gang crime. The woman's companions, two men with a gangster temperament, were standing beside her, guarding the surroundings. They immediately made eye contact with Chen Xingzhi and were startled by this sudden appearance of the uninvited guest.

"I thought the atmosphere in the shelter would be better, but I didn't expect to see such an explosive scene as soon as I arrived." Chen Xingzhi said, "But I don't want to get involved in your business. If you leave now, I won't report it."

Before he could finish his words, the two hooligans rushed up and swung their daggers at him.

And then, of course, nothing happened to them. The two of them were pierced through by the corrupted soldiers and strung together like a blood gourd.

After the two men died, the only remaining woman was also doomed and was nailed to the wall by the corrupted soldiers, her expression forever frozen in horror.

The three organ traffickers were not worthy of his sympathy.

Chen Xingzhi flipped through the memories of the three people and learned an interesting piece of news: the current Ningdu Shelter is not as stable and safe as before.

And all of this originated from the news that suddenly spread in the shelter.

It was a prophecy, a prophecy about the end of the world.

"There are four colors of doomsday: green awakening, red feast, white confusion, and purple blasphemy. One day, all four colors of doomsday will come together, and we will have no way out."

Reading the content of this prophecy softly, Chen Xingzhi felt that the first two parts matched the current situation.

The green awakening refers to the awakening of intelligent machines, which transform into killing machines; the red feast refers to the aggregation of flesh and blood, whose hunger is endless.

As for the remaining two, white confusion and purple blasphemy, it is not clear yet.

Interestingly, the managers of the shelter took this prophecy very seriously. Not only did they strictly forbid residents from spreading the doomsday prophecy, they also searched every corner to investigate who spread the news.

However, they have found nothing so far. At least the search is still ongoing. This has left the organ trafficking trio strapped for cash for a long time, and they have to take the risk of finding a random passerby to cut open their stomach and take out their internal organs.

"But the people they are looking for are not ordinary people," Chen Xingzhi said with amusement as he took out a student ID card from the victim. "Not everyone can afford to go to the school in the shelter. Those who can afford to go to school must be well-fed and well-clothed, even if they are not rich."

Judging from the victim's clothing, his status must be high, and he is likely the child of a high-ranking official.

So the question is, why would a young master appear in a place that is disdained by the upper class?
"There must be something hidden, but it has nothing to do with me."

Chen Xingzhi did not want to get involved in the power struggle in the shelter. He just wanted to find the information he needed as quickly as possible and then leave.

After pulling out the Corrupted Scourge that was still stuck in the wall, he took a step forward and his figure instantly disappeared into the alley, leaving only a pile of corpses.

Five minutes later, a group of fully armed law enforcement officers rushed into the alley. When they saw the blood on the ground and the body of the powerful son, their faces instantly turned ugly.

After inspecting the scene, the leading captain hesitated for a moment, but still reported to his superior:

".The third team reports that we are too late. The target is dead. After examination, it is basically confirmed that it was the organ traffickers who did it."

"There were other things going on at the scene. The three organ dealers were all killed in one blow. We still don't know who did it."

"Yes, I understand. I will continue to investigate."

After the communication was completed, the captain's face was not very good. After all, he had just been scolded by his boss, and this year's performance was probably not going to be maintained.

Besides that, he vaguely sensed that something was not right with this matter and it was not something he could intervene in.

"This matter probably involves a struggle among the upper echelons. I have to be careful and find a chance to withdraw."

(End of this chapter)