Wizard's Journey

Chapter 890 Chaotic Apocalypse

"Hehehehe, all you need to do is take a stone at midnight, spin it twelve times in front of a mirror, and you can summon me to grant you any wish you can afford to pay the price for..."

Ah!

Situ Mo woke up from a nightmare, drenched in cold sweat.

Beside the worn-out bedding, his wife, looking exhausted, woke up and looked at Situ Mo.

"What's wrong? Did you have that weird dream again?"

The wife asked gently, then looked at her thin, hungry daughter beside her, wiped her burning forehead, sighed, covered her daughter with the tattered cotton quilt covering her more, and held her in her arms.

"Damn it, can't a person get some sleep? What's with all this noise in the middle of the night!"

"First the little one cries, then the old one makes a scene in the middle of the night. It's bad enough being attacked by mutated beasts outside during the day, but I have to put up with you guys at night too! Damn it, I'm going to complain to the military commander about changing rooms!"

"Me too!"

The refugees, crammed together in the same small dormitory, roared in discontent.

Since the Chaos Catastrophe, this world has been polluted by the chaotic aura, and all creatures have mutated and evolved. On the contrary, the Spirits, who were once the rulers of this world, were least affected by the chaotic aura and mutated the slowest. They gradually fell behind in the wave of biological evolution and could only eke out a living in the many military bases of the once glorious civilization, becoming refugee bases.

The chaotic energy rapidly corrodes dead creatures, including crops and meat products, so every day, the people in the refugee base have to risk their lives to search for food in the dangerous outside world.

However, as time went by, the mutations and evolution of the creatures outside became more and more advanced, their power became more and more incredible and dangerous, and every day more people died, becoming food for other creatures, and the population in the refugee base dwindled.

Although some mutated and evolved humans have emerged among the Spirit People, their numbers are far from sufficient to support the Spirit People society.

Everyone was secretly discussing that the Spirit People were about to perish.

At least this world is no longer called the world of spirits. In just over ten years, the biological groups that were once regarded as wild animals by the spirits have developed their own social civilizations. At the same time, they are more adapted to this chaotic apocalyptic environment than the spirits, and it is only a matter of time before they replace the spirits!

"I'm so sorry! I'm so sorry, I was frightened during the day. It will definitely not happen again, I promise..."

He kept smiling and it took a while to calm everyone's anger. Situ Mo sighed and hugged his wife and daughter in his arms. He touched his daughter's head; she still had a fever.

My heart is filled with bitterness.

In this chaotic apocalypse, human life is the cheapest commodity. Situ Mo had seen countless baby girls die like this, and she thought she had become numb to it all, but when it happened to her own child…

Situ Mo hated himself, hated his own uselessness, hated that he wasn't an evolved human, that he couldn't find more food for his wife, that he couldn't save his daughter's life, and that he could only watch the two of them suffer with him!

"Go to bed early, be careful when you go out tomorrow."

His wife gently comforted Situ Mo, who gritted his teeth, hugged her even tighter, and closed his eyes.

……

the next day.

A hazy gray mist drifted in the sky. Situ Mo, dressed in light leather armor and the standard attire of a hunter, was about to leave the base with a few refugees to find food when he discovered that dozens of armed soldiers in the military area had surrounded a large public toilet, and there were even evolved humans among them!

In the chaotic apocalypse, the weapons and armaments created by the Spirit People, the rulers of this world, have mostly been corrupted by the chaotic mist. The number of these weapons and armaments in the entire base is now limited. This is one of the most basic guarantees that the refugee base can maintain relative independence in the apocalypse, apart from the evolved humans.

"What happened?"

One of Situ Mo's comrades, Big Mouth Liu, with his shifty eyes, asked a person who had been watching for a long time.

The base has a total of over 100,000 people, and the things that happen every day are relatively few. However, due to the presence of a large number of evolved humans, the base remains relatively safe.

"The maggots in the sewers have mutated. Damn it, they're supposedly several meters long. I don't know how they suddenly crawled out last night. Apparently, more than a dozen died overnight and were all taken in. Two evolved humans are currently investigating the scene. From now on, we'll have to be careful even when we go to the toilet."

The man looked visibly shaken as he spoke.

When Big Mouth Liu heard that a giant maggot several meters long had dragged the person down, his face turned pale and looked extremely ugly. It took him a long time to recover before he left with Situ Mo and the others.

The seven-meter-high wall is wrapped with rings of poisoned barbed wire, and the watchtower is defended by the base's heaviest weapons, while also guarding against potential dangers from the air.

Once you step out of this gate, you've left the base, and a feeling of insignificance, unfamiliarity, and crisis washes over you.

"Be careful, I have a bad feeling about this day."

Before leaving, Meng Zijie muttered something, his capable demeanor from years of surviving the apocalypse was undeniably convincing.

……

Half a day later.

The people searching for food in the wild were like rats on the street before the end of the world, cautious and timid, stopping every few steps to observe and check if there was any danger in the hazy, chaotic fog.

With the apocalypse approaching, not only animals but also plants have evolved coping mechanisms, and 99% of plants are extremely poisonous to spiritual beings.

In this world, the few of them have become the lowest creatures in the food chain, and too many creatures are capable of preying on them.

The group arrived in a region they had never been to before. However, the ecological environment in the post-apocalyptic world changes so rapidly that what looked like yesterday could be completely unrecognizable today.

"Old Mexican, look!"

Yan Nan was extremely excited and tried her best to suppress her voice as she shouted.

After the vines entwined around the forest, there was a large patch of knee-high mushrooms, with plenty of flesh. Incredibly, the silver needle indicated that these mushrooms were non-toxic and edible!

"Holy crap, so much! We're going to eat our fill this time. But be careful, check for any dangers."

Sun Chen is tall and was the most handsome man among the Spirit Race before the apocalypse. However, the apocalypse is obviously not a civilized society where you can rely on your looks.

This guy is definitely not some useless pretty face who survived the apocalypse.

"Holy crap, over there!"

A giant wolf with numerous grotesque tumors growing on its body walked over step by step with a cold gaze. Its deep growl and the oppressive force brought by its nearly two-meter-tall body made Meng Zijie, the strongest of the seven, swallow hard and hold his Blood Groove Blade in front of him.

Judging from its appearance, this giant wolf's ancestor must have been a dog kept by some family, but now, due to the chaotic end of the world, its descendants have evolved into this monster.

Yan Nan made a throat-slitting gesture, nodded to the crowd, and then disappeared from sight.

For the sake of this vast mushroom field, no one can retreat. The difficulties faced by Situ Mo are a microcosm of those present in the apocalypse, even at the risk of their lives!

A dozen minutes later.

The corpses of Meng Zijie and Da Zui Liu lay quietly on the ground. In the chaotic apocalypse, their bodies would soon be corroded clean, leaving nothing behind. Accompanying them was the corpse of a giant wolf.

"Why……"

Yan Nan sighed. His friend had died just like that. In the apocalypse, human life was the least valuable thing. The Spirit People who had once created a glorious civilization had now become the lowest creatures in the food chain of this world. A sense of sorrow spread among the remaining few people.

"Hurry, their corpses will soon attract stray animals. Pick more mushrooms to take back; their wives and children still need them..."

As Situ Mo was speaking, he listened to the distant, chaotic mist, where the sound of horses' hooves was rapidly approaching. Then, a circle of giant apes wearing metal armor rode on mutated horned horses, their eyes gleaming with ferocity as they looked over!

This……

A group of ape-men has appeared here!?

Could it be that this giant wolf is their guard dog?

escape!

In despair, the group fled into the depths of the chaotic mist, pursued by hundreds of giant ape-men riding horned horses.

The reward for sharing this intelligence with the military region is enough to make for a hearty meal.

(End of this chapter)