The apocalypse begins with a dungeon game.

Meanwhile, on another planet, ten years ago, as it transitioned to a new timeline, a similar scene was unfolding.

A group of people were furtively gathered in the middle of the office, watching the same video as Li Can, repeatedly refreshing the comments section, and trying to control the online discourse with their phones.

The middle-aged man with slicked-back hair named Wang Defa was also among them.

Several people, both men and women, sat around him with solemn expressions.

If Li Can were here, and listened carefully to their conversation, he would quickly recognize them as the officials he had spoken to on the phone.

"Boss, I'm not saying this to be rude, but can we really make it work like this? Those survivors aren't stupid, especially the evolved superhumans, they're all as cunning as monkeys. Who would be willing to hand over their power spheres..."

"Let alone them, even I felt heartbroken and reluctant to let the sphere be absorbed, just like when I was filming that video just now," Wang Defa complained to several officials, bending over with a worried expression.

He stopped smoking and stopped showing off, obediently following instructions.

After a moment of silence, the male voice who had spoken to Li Can replied, "This one video is definitely not enough. This is a significant cognitive innovation."

The man was wearing a faded blue denim jacket and trousers; the loose, oversized clothes hung ill on his slightly thin frame.

Although she is already in her forties or fifties, she looks too young.

He leaned back straight against the hard wooden chair, looking earnestly at Wang Defa:

"Although the road ahead is difficult, fortunately, our people have not experienced the end of the world for very long, and their humanity has been preserved. People's hearts are ultimately willing to return to the peaceful times of the past."

"The people are suffering now, and the mortality rate is rising sharply. Comrades, please feel free to speak up and offer any other good ideas you may have."

Wang Defa stood on the ground, scratched the back of his head with one hand, and bowed and scraped, "Oh, Commander Liu, you're joking. I don't have any good suggestions. I still have to rely on your decisions."

"My mom always tells me to go west and I wouldn't dare go east. I just do whatever she tells me to do."

"By the way, how did your conversation go? Are they really from another world? I rushed here and missed the call, I'm so regretful! He didn't say when the new dungeon would start, or if he gave us any other useful clues?"

"Ahem." The woman who had spoken to Li Can coughed a few times.

"It should be soon. He has limited time, so it won't take too long. As for other clues, we can't push too hard right now. After all, we need to ensure that young comrade's safety first before we can do anything else."

The woman leaned back on the sofa, dressed in a neat old-fashioned green coarse cloth work suit. Her fingers kept tracing the names on the file book on her lap.

She seemed to be looking for a suitable candidate.

"Young comrade? He's not very old. Could it be some little kid playing a prank? I'm still a bit uneasy. Leader, are we really not being fooled?" Wang Defa asked suspiciously.

He stole glances at the woman's expression, as if he were ready to change his story at any moment should anything seem amiss.

The woman wasn't angry; instead, she chuckled and closed the file.

"It is indeed true, young comrade. Almost everyone present was there at the time. We used so many testing methods, and they all pointed to the time coordinates being in an unknown area."

"On the contrary, Lao Wang, you're too suspicious. Are you questioning our team's abilities and intelligence?"

The woman maintained a smile throughout, appearing very gentle, but every word she uttered carried an ominous undertone.

"Yes, yes, yes, you're right, sir." Wang Defa blushed and immediately shrank behind the man's chair, not daring to say another word.

In the center of the spacious office, the staff who were controlling the comments were still working hard in the survivor forum.

As the leaders gathered and chatted, the atmosphere in the room suddenly turned sour and became very strange.

"Which superhumans are you planning to send down to the dungeon with Commander Liu this time?" the woman asked, starting the conversation.

"What, you've already chosen someone?"

"You know time is running out. We can't just lie to our comrade about what we promised him. Besides, we can't just watch him die."

"Let the base's first squad go. They are an extremely well-trained team. The base will give each of them two passes."

Wang Defa's eyes lit up immediately when he heard about the two access cards.

"Damn, bosses, do we really get two access cards just for going down into a dungeon to ask that junior colleague for help? That's incredibly generous. Do you think I'm up to the task? Can you take me with you?"

The assistant standing next to the woman finally lost her temper and punched Wang Defa in the chest.

"If you're going to talk, at least don't use profanity, and definitely don't string it together."

Wang Defa staggered backward several times in pain, grimacing and crying out. His underlings, who had been waiting outside for a long time, heard the commotion and craned their necks to look inside, like the Calabash Brothers.

Their faces were filled with anxiety, fearing that their leader might be bullied inside.

Seeing this, Wang Defa quickly waved his hand, telling them to calm down.

"Yes, yes, yes, the assistant is right. I will control myself from now on."

The man beside him spoke up, "Old Wang, this time is different. The members of the first team of superhumans we sent out are all elites."

"The pass they each carried this time was not only one for themselves as a last resort, but also the other to give to that young comrade if they happened to meet him."

"If you're unlucky and don't run into the young comrade, can you keep both of them for yourself?" Wang Defa's perspective and way of thinking were quite unique.

The assistant was still fuming when the woman stopped her.

"That's true, but you still have to clear the level first, otherwise even if you have the card, you won't be able to get out..." The woman's tone turned somber.

"Is Boss Chen missing his daughter again? I think she was one of the first kids to dare to try running dungeons, but alas, even with the pass... it's been so long, and he still doesn't know..."

When the topic came to this point, everyone fell silent, even the staff in the middle of the office who were controlling the comments stopped moving gently.

A knock suddenly came from the quiet room.

Looking out through the glass, rows of young people dressed in black combat uniforms stood in the corridor.

There are probably several dozen people.

At this moment, Wang Defa's henchmen were squeezed to both sides of the wall, making it a bit cramped.

The underlings were a bunch of hooligans, of varying heights and dressed in all sorts of different ways. Compared to these uniformed, privileged individuals, they were simply an eyesore.

"Come in," the man's deep voice said.

Before long, the entire office was filled with members of the First Superpower Squad who poured in.

There were even other team members walking towards them in the corridor.