Sequence Highway Survival: I Upgrade Supplies in the Apocalypse

Chapter 596: The Seven Great God Sequences

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"Ability Three: Awaken Blade Body Sequence!"

"When the number of sacrifices reaches one hundred, the wielder of Hundred-Ghost Eater has a certain chance of awakening one of the seven great god sequences, the Blade God Sequence!"

"The Blade God Sequence, standing alongside the other six great god sequences, is among the most elite combat sequences of all sequences!"

"If the Blade God Sequence can reach that final step, the world will undergo unpredictable and profound changes!"

Seeing the third ability, Chen Ye's breathing quickened.

The Seven Great God Sequences—this was the first time Chen Ye had learned of this knowledge.

He had never heard of such a thing as the Seven Great God Sequences before.

After the apocalypse, human civilization had collapsed.

Even though Chu Che continuously collected various captain's notebooks, their understanding of Anomalies, Superhumans, and Wonders was extremely limited.

If this were before the apocalypse, much of this information and knowledge would probably have been widespread long ago.

But now…

The Seven Great God Sequences—this unfamiliar yet breathtaking title of sequences.

Especially the last line—that the Blade God Sequence could reach that final step.

Could it bring the world back to how it was before?

Was Sun Xixi's Sword Immortal Sequence one of the seven great god sequences?

Was his own Blood Moon Lord one as well?

He didn't know…

All of this lacked effective information to support it.

The neighbors keeping watch on both sides once again felt Chen Ye's breathing grow rapid and didn't know what to do for a moment.

They were both cursing inwardly, wondering how many peculiarities this guy could have.

Seeing that Chen Ye didn't seem to show signs of mutating, the two only then relaxed slightly.

This wasn't the first time Chen Ye had seen the third ability of Hundred-Ghost Eater, but he still felt his heart surging with excitement.

No wonder Jiang Rou wanted this blade so badly.

She must have known some information about this blade.

Or perhaps Ding Shen had told her.

If it were him, he probably wouldn't give up the thought of obtaining this blade either.

He hadn't known about this blade's information before, so he couldn't understand Jiang Rou's behavior.

But now…

Chen Ye understood very clearly.

This woman would never give up.

And he would never give this blade to this woman.

Next came the blade's side effects.

"Side Effect One: The wielder of Hundred-Ghost Eater must never hold any other type of weapon for life, or else they will be devoured by Hundred-Ghost Eater and become one of the sacrifices."

This side effect would be harsh for some people.

For example, some people already had a good gun-type Wonder in their hands.

One had to know that among Wonders with the same number ranking, gun-types were absolutely everyone's first choice.

Being able to kill targets from a distance was definitely much safer than close-quarters combat.

But for Chen Ye, this side effect was actually manageable.

He himself didn't have any gun-type Wonders at the moment.

Only a Hatred.

Hatred and Hundred-Ghost Eater were the same type, so it wouldn't trigger Hundred-Ghost Eater's side effect.

"Side Effect Two: Nightmares. The wielder of Hundred-Ghost Eater will be affected by the sacrificed hundred ghosts, suffering endless nightmares!"

This side effect…

Chen Ye already slept very little.

If he had nightmares whenever he fell asleep, this would be adding insult to injury.

Earlier, Chen Ye had wanted to find a Wonder or method that could improve sleep, but there had been no news about it so far.

And now…

After obtaining Hundred-Ghost Eater, the sleep issue would be further amplified.

But to make Chen Ye give up a Wonder that could charge into the number seven ranking, Chen Ye was unwilling to do so either.

He sighed, not knowing what to say for a moment.

"Note: You can never be the master of Hundred-Ghost Eater. You are merely a passerby of Hundred-Ghost Eater—just like all the other passersby!"

Chen Ye withdrew his thoughts.

There was actually a reason why Hundred-Ghost Eater's number was only a little over four thousand now.

All three of its abilities were very strong.

But none of them could immediately form combat effectiveness.

Each was like a carrot dangling in front of a donkey.

Simply put, this Hundred-Ghost Eater didn't even have a single active attack ability.

To make this blade quickly form combat effectiveness, the only option now was Sacrifice.

Only Sacrifice could allow Hundred-Ghost Eater to continue growing stronger.

Sacrifice, huh…

Earlier today, he had seen someone buying those very low-level Anomalies back at the base.

But he guessed that those kinds of Anomalies probably wouldn't be recognized by Hundred-Ghost Eater.

For now, he didn't seem to have any method that could make Hundred-Ghost Eater quickly form combat effectiveness.

Wait, that wasn't entirely true.

Wonders could also work, like his own Hatred…

"Yezi, time to switch off!"

Just then, that bastard Iron Lion had already appeared beside the Monster Pickup Truck, no idea when.

Chen Ye nodded, grabbed Hundred-Ghost Eater, turned around, and returned to the truck.

Iron Lion grinned foolishly, walked over to the bonfire, sat down cross-legged, and began to doze off.

Inside the truck bed.

The tentacle reached out from the darkness and switched on the light in the truck bed.

Chen Ye placed Hatred and Hundred-Ghost Eater on his knees.

He hesitated a bit.

It wasn't that he couldn't bear to part with Hatred.

As long as it could enhance his strength, he would give up anything.

But this was his first sacrifice, and he had no understanding of Hundred-Ghost Eater's habits at all.

What if he tried to steal a chicken only to lose the bait instead.

As he thought about it, Chen Ye felt a wave of drowsiness wash over him.

Chen Ye hadn't slept in a very long time.

Although his insomnia was severe, it wasn't as if he had no sleep at all.

He just slept very little each day—sometimes an hour, on better days two hours.

On bad days, even as little as half an hour.