Doomsday Summoning Frenzy

One month later, African continent.

Another ordinary day began.

At least for Black Rock, today was no different from yesterday, the day before, or even some day a month ago.

Early in the morning, after getting up and eating some fresh loess and grass roots to fill his stomach, Black Rock, who had reached tier 4 mid-stage strength and became the squad leader of the demonic clan patrol team, walked into the barracks. With his short, dark legs, he provided an unforgettable wake-up service for his team—a large group of black-skinned demon creatures of the same clan.

"Get up, you garbage!"

While kicking his deputy captain in the butt, Black Rock shook the files in his hand.

"The patrol route passed down from above has been issued; today’s mission is heavy, so hurry up!"

Thus, amid a cacophony of chatter and commotion, another ordinary day belonging to Black Rock began—of course, what he considered ordinary.

With the entire African continent having been taken over by the demonic clan, patrolling was merely a recreational outing, much like the repetitive tasks he had been doing for over a month, right?

...

"The air quality is good, with a demonic energy concentration of 0.7836%, which is 0.0001 percentage points higher than yesterday."

"The concentration of plague toxins in the air has decreased, and it is expected that the plague will completely dissipate in two months."

"The oxygen content has risen."

A series of reports about air quality came from the technicians behind him. Black Rock casually picked up a weed from the ground, chewed on it a couple of times, and swallowed it.

"Send the report back; yes, you guys should try it too, the taste of these newly sprouted plants is not bad."

His words seemed to trigger some kind of switch; the team members behind him, like a bunch of crazy dogs, rushed to the ground, frantically grabbing weeds and dirt to shove into their mouths.

Black Rock rolled his eyes but didn’t demand much—after all, his squad was part of the cannon fodder team, and discipline was just a formality.

Moreover, this was also a contribution to the demonic clan’s grand cause—these plants could purify the plague toxins in the air, and destroying them was just a delay in the speed of the plague disappearing from the African continent.

Though it was ultimately useless.

Black Rock thought this as he watched two team members fighting over a weed, using all sorts of underhanded tricks—eye gouges, dirty moves, and all manner of low-quality antics that even he couldn't bear to watch. Thankfully, out of sight, out of mind, he turned and walked in another direction.

...

Facing the gentle breeze, Black Rock lay on the grass, carefully examining the patrol route map in his hands.

The patrol task newly assigned today was indeed troublesome in Black Rock’s eyes; not only did it require traversing this desert—now it should be called a semi-desert, semi-grassland—but it also involved exploring the mountains ahead.

An unknown area.

Black Rock silently assessed this in his mind, then thought for a moment before breaking into an awkward smile.

Whether it was unknown or not was irrelevant; now, the surviving terrestrial creatures in the African continent had been infected by the plague, with only a fraction remaining. He had previously undertaken similar exploration tasks in unknown territories, and overall, the level of danger remained within a controllable range.

Thinking this, Black Rock put away the route map. Under the gentle breeze, he chewed on wild grass, squinted his eyes, and enjoyed the rare sunlight.

Earth...

It's truly beautiful...

...

Under the sunlight and gentle wind, drowsiness began to creep in.

However, before Black Rock could fall into a dream, a sudden tremor from the ground jolted him awake.

Looking at the slightly undulating gravel around him, Black Rock stared blankly at his surroundings.

"An earthquake? Doesn't seem like it..."

Scratching his head, Black Rock got up from the ground and took a few steps back to where his team was stationed. Just as he opened his mouth to reprimand them, his eyes suddenly widened in shock, and he gaped, unable to utter a word.