Published: March 2, 2025
In the south, about a few hundred kilometers from where Wen Yu landed, there was the only human gathering place in the region.
From afar, Wen Yu could see the towering city walls and the giant cannons on them.
The style of the city walls was rather rough; they appeared to be built from enormous stones and mud, then reinforced by the skills of professionals— in short, they looked quite crude.
In this remote, forgotten little place of the human race, Wen Yu naturally did not hold high expectations for this small gathering.
Activating the invisibility effect of the Heaven-Covering Robe, Wen Yu transformed into a black light and directly crossed over the city walls, entering the gathering place.
...
Dilapidated,
despairing,
chaotic—these were the only impressions this small gathering left on Wen Yu.
On both sides of the uneven dirt road, there were tents laid out haphazardly without any planning, with piles of debris everywhere, and occasionally, one could see heaps of filthy, stinking garbage.
Pedestrians passed by on both sides of the street, some hurried, some slow, yet every person’s face revealed expressions of either ferocity or dullness, emanating a sense of despair that brewed from them.
The people here were surrounded and trapped by mutated beasts and groups of demonic creatures. They had no way out, no dreams, no pursuits; they only lived to survive, eating and drinking just to stay alive.
This was the norm for ordinary humans in the apocalypse, and yet, there was no worse way to live than this.
Wen Yu was neither a savior nor a hero who helped those in need. Seeing the conditions of the survivors in this gathering place, Wen Yu merely sighed in his heart, then walked toward the center of the gathering place—there were many such gatherings in the apocalypse, and Wen Yu couldn't manage them all, nor did he want to.
They had their way of life, and Wen Yu had his own goals; the two were unrelated, and that was just fine...
...
This gathering place, with a capacity to hold a hundred thousand people, was neither too big nor too small, but as Wen Yu had just seen, it was truly dilapidated.
Even after walking over ten kilometers, nearing the center of the gathering place, what remained in his view were still low wooden houses and heaps of garbage and clutter.
At this point, Wen Yu felt somewhat weary—experiencing the atmosphere of another country sounded beautiful, yet when this land had nothing, it easily led to a sense of despair that made one question, "What the hell am I doing here?"
Quickly expanding his perception, Wen Yu spread his powerful sensing ability to every corner of the gathering place.
Searching,
then locking on.
Wen Yu's body slowly faded until it completely disappeared.
...
“Wow... wow...”
“A boss was born, it’s a boy!”
Noisy voices erupted, a mix of men and women’s shouts blending with the cries of a newly born infant, adding a touch of life to this dilapidated little courtyard.
In the center of the courtyard stood a muscular black man over two meters tall, who, upon hearing the news from his subordinates, couldn't help but exhale a breath of relief as the tension on his face dissipated considerably.
“How is Maka?”
The strong man asked.
“Mother and child are safe, mother and child are safe!” said a subordinate, who was much shorter than him, smiling with a grin that resembled a blooming chrysanthemum.
Upon hearing this, the strong man couldn’t hold back any longer and hurried into the room.
Inside the room, several rough women were busily tidying up the postpartum cotton cloths and medical supplies. The strong man pushed aside the surrounding women and immediately saw his delicate wife lying on the bed, alongside a tiny black elf connected by an umbilical cord...
“Thank you for your hard work, Maka.”
A gentle voice emerged from the strong man, whose bear-like physique, combined with his soft-spoken demeanor, created an unexpected charm.
Maka merely shook her head gently, propping herself up to see the wailing infant beside her.