Apocalypse, then transforming into a magical girl

The glass bottle shattered instantly, and the solidified gasoline was splashed onto the writhing flesh. Orange-red flames roared up with a "whoosh" sound, and waves of heat rolled in.

The tissue covering the metal door surface rapidly shrank under the intense heat, emitting a pungent stench. The flesh at the edges twitched and twisted violently, as if in pain.

The intense heat seemed to send out some kind of nerve impulse, causing the flesh and blood tissue surging towards them from afar to have a stress response and begin to spasm, temporarily slowing their speed of arrival, but the deeper malice did not diminish in the slightest.

However, the countless eyeballs embedded in the flesh were now focused on the three of them, their pupils burning with an even more intense and frenzied hatred than before.

The previous pain only slowed it down slightly; the attack continued. Several hardened nerve bundles continued to shoot towards the three, accompanied by the whooshing sound of wind cutting through the air.

With a flick of her left hand, several ice shields quickly condensed around her, precisely blocking the attack in front of her.

The attacks remained fierce, but they were unable to break through the defenses in a short time.

Soon after, the fire gradually died down, leaving behind only charred remains of flesh and blood. The area of ​​the metal door that had been covered by the flesh and blood was exposed, but the door itself did not seem to have suffered much damage.

Xia Zhaozhao stepped forward and pushed the doorknob, but it wouldn't budge. She tried pulling it, but the doorknob remained cold and sturdy.

"Wow, I can't open it!" she exclaimed. "It's locked tight!"

"Don't rush." ​​Bai Shuyuan's calm voice rang out as she stepped forward.

Xiao Lü looked at her and asked, "Miss Bai, you should have been prepared for this situation, right?"

Bai Shuyuan nodded calmly and took out a flat, block-shaped object and a metal strip that shimmered with a silvery-white light from inside her cloak.

She walked to the door, carefully examined the location of the lock cylinder, and then stuck the strange flat object onto the lock area.

"Thermite," she explained briefly.

"Wow... just how many good things are you hiding in your cloak? Is it Doraemon?" Xia Zhaozhao couldn't help but exclaim in amazement again as she watched Bai Shuyuan's fluid movements.

The interior of the flat object is a mixture of aluminum powder and rust, which, when ignited, can generate temperatures of several thousand degrees, enough to melt most metals.

She lit one end of the magnesium strip, which emitted a dazzling white light and burned rapidly, quickly igniting the thermite on the door lock.

"laugh--!"

In an instant, an even more dazzling light burst forth from the door lock, accompanied by a violent burning sound. The metal in the lock area rapidly twisted and deformed under temperatures of thousands of degrees, even beginning to melt.

"Wow, this thing explodes way more powerfully than all the batteries I stole." Xia Zhaozhao was amazed by the cool sight.

Seconds later, when the reaction stopped, all that remained of the door lock was a charred hole, still radiating warmth.

Bai Shuyuan stepped forward and gently pushed the metal door open, revealing the dark space in front of the door.

The three quickly entered the seed vault. Unlike the horrific scene outside, covered in blood and flesh, it was surprisingly clean and even felt quite cool.

Several rows of tall metal shelves were neatly arranged, filled with metal drawers of various sizes and sealed containers with labels.

"Zhao Zhao, go help Miss Bai find her things! I'll guard the door!" Xiao Lü made a quick decision, activating her magic power. A large amount of ice crystals condensed at the door, temporarily blocking the exit and stopping the flesh and blood that continued to pour in.

Before the ice wall was fully formed, a series of thuds could be heard from outside.

Several thicker tendrils slammed into the ice wall, leaving shallow dents.

Little Green gathered magic power, constantly maintaining the shape of the ice wall. At the same time, dozens of sharp ice spikes formed outside the wall, precisely countering the incoming nerve bundles.

In an instant, ice shards and dark slime flew everywhere at the doorway, but Little Green single-handedly held back the surging onslaught.

Seeing that Xiao Lü, though not exactly relaxed, was already able to forcefully block those fleshy walls, Xia Zhaozhao and Bai Shuyuan quickly walked towards the metal shelves and began to help Bai Shuyuan find their target.

Bai Shuyuan's gaze quickly swept across the rows of shelves, finally settling on a device that looked like a large freezer and was labeled "Low-Temperature Microbial Preservation".

She went over to check and found that although the freezer had been powered off long ago, the low temperature inside seemed to still be maintained.

Upon opening the heavy cabinet door, rows of small freeze-dried microbial tubes containing microbial powder were neatly arranged on a specific shelf.

"...Found it. Freeze-dried seed source for high-yield Chlorella."

"What? Freeze-dried Chlorella! It can still live?" Xia Zhaozhao looked at Bai Shuyuan in disbelief. "Wasn't all this work for nothing?"

"No." Bai Shuyuan glanced calmly at Xia Zhaozhao, her hands still moving. "The meaning of 'freeze-drying' in the field of biology is different from that in the field of food industry."

"Here, cryo-vacuum drying is a technique used for the long-term preservation of living cells."

"Simply put, it involves rapidly freezing Chlorella containing a preservative at extremely low temperatures, causing the water inside and outside the cells to form tiny ice crystals. Then, under low temperature and low pressure conditions, the ice crystals are sublimated to obtain dried cell powder."

"If handled properly, its cellular structure and genetic material can be well preserved. And when the cells return to a suitable environment, they can restore their metabolic activity and begin to grow and reproduce again."

"Wow, this is so complicated... Anyway, as long as it works, it's fine. Xiaobai, you decide!" Xia Zhaozhao stopped thinking.

On the adjacent shelf, they found various crop seeds categorized and vacuum-packed, with labels detailing the variety, characteristics, and date of storage.

Bai Shuyuan, like an experienced pharmacist, quickly selected certain relatively key or relatively adaptable crop seeds, while Xia Zhaozhao busily helped her.

"...Legumes with high nitrogen-fixing capacity and high protein content are feasible...but they require a lot of light, so that won't work..."

"Little White, this is amazing! A giant pumpkin!"

Bai Shuyuan glanced at it and immediately rejected the idea: "It's an ornamental variety and requires a lot of water and fertilizer, so it's unnecessary."

"Prioritize ensuring the diversity and adaptability of staple crops, followed by leafy vegetables that can quickly provide vitamins, and then a small number of medicinal plants with high economic value or special uses."

Xia Zhaozhao nodded as if she understood, and hurriedly followed Bai Shuyuan's instructions to put the miscellaneous but hopeful seeds into the sealed bag that Bai Shuyuan had given her.

While they were nervously and quickly screening, Xia Zhaozhao suddenly felt that the sounds of fierce fighting coming from the doorway seemed to have become much quieter without her noticing.

She involuntarily stopped what she was doing and looked towards the door in confusion.

Xiao Lü's expression was no longer as tense as before, but rather showed an undisguised surprise.

Her gaze was fixed on the corridor beyond the ice wall.

Outside the corridor, the hardened nerve bundles that had been frantically assaulting the ice wall were now attacking at a significantly lower frequency. Some of the closer eyeballs seemed to feel the invisible pressure, and the hatred in their eyes had diminished somewhat.

In the center of this area, a lump of flesh, out of place with its surroundings, stands quietly.

The shape of the mass of flesh remains terrifying—it is made of the same flesh and blood, and its surface is also studded with countless eyeballs.

However, unlike the previous ferocious attacks, the relatively small tentacles extending from this piece of flesh were now carefully "holding" something in an almost clumsy manner.

It was a notebook with a slightly dirty surface, but the pages inside seemed to be intact.

The notebook was held in place at a peculiar angle by the tentacles, facing the little green creature inside the ice wall, and there seemed to be some childish patterns drawn on it.

Little Green stared at the piece of meat and the familiar notebook on the tentacles. Finally, a feeling of absurdity and bitterness rose in her heart.

All the emotions ultimately dissipated into a barely audible murmur.

"...Sasha?"