Graveyard Ruins.
Between heaven and earth was terrifyingly silent. An immensely oppressive atmosphere shrouded the air, yet the patterns at the edge of the sky, like a lighthouse, grew ever clearer, so vivid they seemed ready to burst into flames.
"According to you, even if that Puzzle Card had successfully advanced into a Myth before, there would still have been no possibility of escape when the Apocalypse arrived?"
Bai Zhi frowned slightly.
"Is it really that absolute?"
"Even if a wild chicken grew sharper claws and stronger wings, what use would they be if it did not know how to use them?"
The Merchant in the Jar spoke with impossible calm.
"Although it is only a five-percent improvement and hope remains slim, the impossible has already been turned into a possibility. It is just a pity that she originally had a chance of breaking through into Myth."
"Enough. Let's talk about something else."
After glancing up at the sky, Bai Zhi raised a hand and lightly pressed his temple.
"What exactly is this so-called [Apocalypse] that will descend later? If this world is truly destroyed, will the [Apocalypse] spread to my original world?"
"Why do you think I would know?"
The Merchant in the Jar turned and shot him a sideways glance.
"I am merely a Merchant. Leaving aside the fact that [Apocalypses] come in countless varieties, even if I knew, I would not tell you. You have already freeloaded plenty of valuable information from me."
"What about the latter question?"
Bai Zhi selectively ignored certain parts of what the other party had said.
"The latter... that is not particularly important information. Telling you is no problem, but remember to buy more cans later."
The Merchant in the Jar looked back up at the sky.
"Large-scale Campaign Quests are divided