Ten miles, a hundred miles, a thousand miles—until Chen Cheng's perception expanded to its very limit, he finally saw this world clearly.
The next instant, his figure flashed and vanished from where he stood.
Wu Ming, leader of Jing Mountain Base's external combat team, had known nothing but ruins after civilization's collapse since the day he was born.
He had never seen how prosperous civilization had been before the era, nor did he harbor any grand ambition to restore it. He only wanted the base he could see and live in to keep functioning.
Unfortunately, nothing in this world was ownerless anymore. If the base was to keep running, they had to go out and become thieves, stealing that tiny sliver of light.
He had long considered the possibility of dying. He simply had not expected his death to be so valuable.
That was right. To him, gathering enough light today to sustain the base for ten years was already something deeply meaningful and worthwhile, even if it cost him his life.
He bounded and ran, never stopping, using the breath of life within his body to lure those greedy Gods and Devils.
Crack, crack, crack. The old energy protective suit on his body let out sounds of unbearable strain. Once he was exposed, those Gods and Devils would immediately parasitize his body, turning him into an indescribable mass of monstrosity.
He took out his wristband and activated the self-destruct sequence.
Though even explosions had already been claimed by corruption, at the very least, he could kill himself like the members of the first and second teams before him.
After all, the corrupt revival of the dead was very slow.
Though he could not hear the beep-beep-beep of a countdown, he still revealed a blissful smile from the bottom of