Apocalypse Forecast

The old man with two horns, the middle-aged man covered in white fur as if wearing a cloak, the woman carrying skeletal wings, the young man with four eyes, the couples hand in hand, the obese man seemingly panting heavily...

A total of sixteen Sublimators

Sixteen Beastified Characteristic Beings from Tanbo, the Border, Yingzhou, America, the Russian Federation, Egypt, and even Hell!

Some are powerful enough to shake the shadowy Hell, some are insignificant, and some are trembling just by standing here.

They have all come here today for the same purpose.

The same purpose as the Wood Cottage!

For the future described by Tanbo, represented by him...

"See it, Uncle Liu? You can’t kill me."

The Wood Cottage smiled: "These are the helpers I painstakingly requested, visiting each one personally over more than half a month."

Persuasion through kind words, tempting with benefits, stirring with emotions, reasoning, bargaining dignity, offering conditions, assuring promises...

Exhausting all efforts, making a fool of myself, and suffering greatly.

Succeeded quite a bit, but failed even more.

Finally, I gathered a barely significant support.

"Each of them will protect me at the cost of their lives."

He said, "These are my final reinforcements, my confidence for being your adversary."

At this moment, that teenager spread his hands, openly facing his enemy: "Uncle Liu is right, I can’t learn my teacher’s things no matter how hard I try, yet somehow, I understood something.

—Even though I lack courage and ability, as long as the people I find are reliable enough, sometimes things can be accomplished, right?

Full of confidence like this.

No matter how weak, the strength I possess is insignificant when compared to the old man before me. The disparity is overwhelming. No, don’t even speak of victory and defeat... With the experience and power of Uncle Liu, the moment action is taken, these people will face crushing defeat and death, won’t they?

But it doesn’t matter.

If lacking courage, then hand over courage to those who have it; if lacking ability, then find someone more suitable than myself.

If victory can’t be achieved...

Then leave victory and defeat in the hands of others.

"Now, I’m handing victory and defeat to Uncle Liu."

At this moment, representing the great weight of Tanbo and all Hybrids, the young man raised his eyes and asked, solemnly: "Is this reason satisfactory to you?"

Facing Lin Wei without fear, it is no longer just the Wood Cottage alone.

Even without the aid of the Dojo or the powerhouses of the Ivory Tower, it doesn’t matter, that is just a supplementary addition.

From the beginning, the moment he arrived as his teacher’s envoy, as Tanbo’s envoy, he no longer solely represented himself.

Beastified Characteristic Beings who crave order and hope—whether in the Current Circumstances, the Border, or even in Hell—all those who yearn for the future stand behind him!

He fears death, yet does not fear failure or warfare because the conflict between the two parties has never been on the same level.

The battle under the sun is different from the massacre in darkness, no matter how immense the profits are, compared to the hope finally within reach after a century of hardship, they are insignificant!

When Huai Shi personally hammered the first nail into the Tanbo Campus, the unstoppable momentum began to move, this is a destined struggle.

Those interests hidden from light, those purposes that cannot be revealed under sunlight, even if the entire Extreme Path of Yingzhou or the entire Dark World of Southeast Asia joined forces, they are not worth mentioning compared to this.

Even if Lin Wei stands as a roadblock, it’s the same.

Condemned to lurk in darkness, the Path of Karma is powerless against the new order.

Once Lin Wei kills those people here, then Tanbo will completely sound the trumpet of war; at that time, not only the Ivory Tower behind it, even the Yingzhou Phylogeny and Jurisdiction Bureau will have no choice but to get involved.

And before that, the Triad will be the enemy of all Hybrids.

The stumbling block on their road to freedom...

"Now, it’s your turn to answer me." The Wood Cottage raised his head and asked softly, "Does Uncle Liu seek swift revenge, or...longevity?"

Deathly silence.

In the long silence.

The Red Scale Great Snake coldly gazed at the young man before him, the old man behind the long table didn’t speak, just examined his face, as if confirming something.

"You’re indeed different from your teacher, Little Nineteen."

The old man poured the remaining tea into the teapot, letting the dark liquid quietly flow away. Laughing lightly in self-mockery, "Yet you also don’t appear like someone from the Lin family anymore, is this defiance or rebellion?"

"Isn’t it good like this?" The Wood Cottage asked again.

"No, it’s very good."

Lin Wei said: "At least it proves you’ve grown up, capable of standing on your own... You’ve done well, better than me, no, better than your grandfather in his youth, he would certainly be proud of you too."

"Will Uncle Liu be proud of me then?"

"Not at all." The old man sighed regretfully, "Thinking of having such a freak and variable in the family makes me want to kill you, I should have acted earlier."

Such murderous intent, genuine.

As if witnessing the birth of a black sheep.

Witnessing the rise of a calamity.

So malicious, yet such regret.

Why couldn’t such talent and determination be used for the ’right path’?

The old man lowered his gaze, suddenly asking: "Do you want everything?"

"Everything."

"Good, then go take it yourself."

Under the dissipating shadow of the Giant Snake, the old Dragon Head of the Triad said indifferently: "I’ll give you the opportunity. How much you can take depends on your own capability."

The Wood Cottage’s expression froze, then turned icy: "Uncle Liu, are you questioning my determination?"

"No, I’m only questioning your capability."

Lin Wei said coldly: "One must always prove whether their ambition matches what they claim.

That’s your problem."

He said, "Handle your own affairs, clean up your own mess."

The old man threw a box from the other end of the long table, landing in front of him, rolling open, revealing something wrapped in silk.

The Wood Cottage froze there.

In disbelief, unable to understand what was happening.

"Rules are rules, this is the last lesson I teach you as Uncle Liu—fratricide, having failed to kill you, I’ve already lost."

The old man propped himself up with a cane, looked at him one last time.

Turning around and leaving.

The darkness rolled away.

.

To many, it felt like waking from a long nightmare.

When the nightmare suddenly dissipates and reality returns, consciousness still seems trapped in endless darkness, drenched in sweat, gasping for breath.

When all the attendees, pale-faced, looked around in shock at each other, they discovered that the old man who had been sitting at the top had disappeared.

Yet the bloodstains remained on the table and surrounding walls. The air still held a malicious fragrance and the smell of rust.

In an instant, they realized what had just happened.

But when they raised their weapons in hostility, aiming at the young man at the bottom, the woman at the top, dazed, looked as if she had seen a ghost, her face twisted.

Unable to hold back, she screamed!

"Lin Nineteen, what are you doing!" Fourth Aunt shouted hysterically, "Is that something you can take! Don’t be reckless!"

At the bottom, the young man seemed helpless, shrugging.

"Look at what you are saying... We’re all surnamed Lin, why can’t I be the one in charge?"

The Wood Cottage calmly leaned on the chair, grinning.

In his hands, wrapped in silk, was an antiquated short staff, carved with a ferocious dragon head.

—Dragon Head!