Chapter 548
Chapter 548 - 528: Returning to the City
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"Dad, Dad! I’m so scared, so scared, sob sob sob."
"It’s alright, it’s alright, child, everything will be fine....."
Looking at the hugging and crying family, Lu Ping’an felt emotional as well.
This was the Headquarters of the Church of the God of Travelers in the Holy City, and Lu Ping’an wouldn’t block their way here. He called a few people to escort the family out.
When they calmed down, Lu Ping’an received more news as well.
By now, the end of the world was no longer a secret..... The "mooncake" that was swallowed bit by bit in the sky and the multiple suns that kept running away could not be concealed anymore.
Information about the "tickets" for survival had become widespread "rumors"..... but inevitably, only a very few people had the chance and channels to obtain these tickets.
"For those without tickets, there is no difference in where they escape to. This world is completely over."
As this kind of truth and statement gradually became the mainstream social mentality, it also became the root cause of the chaos in the city. Moral and legal restraints on individual behavior became meaningless.
The upper class didn’t bother controlling the lower class who only wanted to survive. When everyone became self-centered..... the entire city’s order had already fallen into a state of total anarchy.
But most people stayed in the city not because they felt safe behind the walls, but simply because they had lost the courage to leave..... At least, there was still light here.
Didn’t they know about the slow death? But it was better than stepping into darkness.
Still, some people were unwilling to give up.
At this time, any news related to "tickets" would become headline news.
".....Many people, I spent all my savings to get this information about tickets..."
Hearing this, Lu Ping’an was a bit surprised.
Wasn’t it him who spent money to publicly spread the news at the mercenary union and found middlemen and channel merchants to actively distribute his commission?
".....The posters were torn down, someone monopolized the information and made a fortune..."
Lu Ping’an opened his mouth, speechless at this rat’s way of doing things.
His own people should have disseminated the information, and high-level mercenaries, as well as mercenary groups, should have been informed.
But at a lower level or perhaps within the social circle where Lagros belonged, the information was monopolized by middlemen and sold as "lifesaving" intelligence.
But at this time, is making money still meaningful?
"He bought a full set of equipment and invited some people who couldn’t afford the information as ’bodyguards’. They burst out together, with him being protected in the middle by everyone..."
There’s no need to say it, he was certainly done for.
Even with perfect planning, this was still a dead end....
Lu Ping’an sighed, not making any further comments.
Everyone has the right to live, and they are all just struggling in their own ways. Any judgments from an outsider’s perspective would seem pale and arrogant.
Weren’t Lu Ping’an and his group struggling as well? If they had taken one wrong step, what would be the difference?
"Heh..... When they rushed out, I hung behind them..... It’s strange, the monster completely ignored me..."
In this regard, the cat has already come up with many conjectures.
But the most reliable explanation at the moment is that the "Nightmare Beast" is an "undead" itself, and was ignored by the God Corpse as a fellow undead creature.
Even so, he nearly died on the spot.
The cat was very interested in this "lucky guy" and planned to do further research.
As for Lu Ping’an, since the man truly brought a live specimen, Lu Ping’an would give him a total of 10 spots. Currently, his family was just four people, so if he sold the remaining six spots, the future days would be good for them.
"Congratulations, you won this gamble. Next time, if it’s not a desperate situation, don’t gamble again....." Glancing at the crying women and children, Lu Ping’an looked at the man.
The man nodded vigorously, his eyes filled with joy as he looked at his family.
After a simple exchange, Lu Ping’an handed the family over to Catherine to handle, as his own troubles were only just beginning.
As he walked out of the church, Lu Ping’an felt more at ease seeing the hustle and bustle on the busy streets.
It was still peaceful and prosperity here, with the people’s hearts stable and the country and people at peace, just as it was when they first met, peaceful....
"...Peaceful as if the disaster outside was just an illusion, and so disgustingly peaceful....."
But the distant explosion and the screams indicated that the so-called "peace" was most likely just a figment of Lu Ping’an’s imagination.
Lu Ping’an nodded, yeah, that’s more like it.
Lu Ping’an didn’t leave in a hurry, and after using the "transmission," he needed to register..... If you could provide a sufficient amount of resources and funds, you could even exchange for another "Transmission Holy-emblem."
But now, he no longer planned to do so.
By rights, the originally planned travel time was three to four months. When Lu Ping’an came here, he planned to use the whole four months, or at least two to three months.
But now, not even two months had passed, and Lu Ping’an was already preparing to leave.
When the God Corpse wandered on the ground, natural God-level hunters would be attracted to the war zone. A battlefield of this scale was no longer suitable for a "newcomer" like Lu Ping’an.
"Any new news? Give me a copy."
This was the hall of the God of Travelers and the necessary passage for countless explorers from the Eastern Country. Various intelligence and information were naturally gathered here.
When the demand arises, the business will too. Just in these few days, there were already specialists selling information, divided into three levels and three prices.
Lu Ping’an casually bought a cheap one..... It wasn’t because he was short of money, but because he didn’t want to flaunt his wealth and attract unnecessary trouble.
Lu Ping’an noticed that at least ten pairs of eyes were specifically staring at the returnees who had just stepped out of the transmission room.
Even now, there were two pairs of eyes behind him..... Lu Ping’an had already decided that if they continued to follow him after turning a corner outside, he would simply get rid of them then.
Although the city still looked prosperous on the surface, the "unspoken rules" within it had collapsed completely. Returning weaklings were considered "fat sheep," and it seemed reasonable..... as long as they weren’t caught, there was no law.
"Huh, this is interesting..."
Lu Ping’an thought that the cheapest newspaper would just contain some irrelevant gossip and unfounded news, but simply at first glance, it caught Lu Ping’an’s attention.
"Seven, nineteen..... In less than a month, seven gods perished, and nineteen new ones emerged? What’s going on? Is the Disaster of the Gods starting early?"
Looking at this simple newsletter made of A4 paper temporarily stapled together, Lu Ping’an felt that things were getting stranger.
His own location could only be considered a border area. In the main battlefield of this world, the battle of the Gods seemed to never stop.
This wasn’t the prophesied Disaster of the Gods because the link between the gods and the world wasn’t forcibly broken. It was merely a "regular personnel change" that had the effect of a world war.
Old gods continuously perished (left) and new gods were born (left)..... Although it seemed that the number of gods increased, considering the quantity that left, the overall trend was a general decline.
The world was deceived again and again, resources being continuously exploited, which further accelerated the end of everything.
If the information had only been of this quality, Lu Ping’an wouldn’t have been surprised.
"Newly joined gods in Earth’s faction? And recommended career paths?"
— End of Chapter 548 —