Thank you for still being able to make me laugh!

The shelter they were heading to was located at a large Ark construction base in a mountain range somewhere in China, a Hope Base jointly funded by multiple nations.

A total of nine super-ships capable of holding two hundred thousand people had been built, three belonging to other countries and six to China.

In the real world, it wasn't just a handful of scientists from one country who discovered that Earth was doomed. Years ago, China had already confirmed the impending disaster and poured the nation's full strength into building these ships.

Even the Ark designs were modified from China's original framework.

Faced with an unstoppable catastrophe where the land would be swallowed by the sea, even the most resilient people could only choose to build ships to preserve humanity's last embers.

Inside the massive mountain range, nine colossal ships made of alloy steel sat docked in the base, while large numbers of civilians boarded under the guidance of staff.

China's six ships were vastly different from the three belonging to other countries. The foreign ships, meticulously designed by master craftsmen, boasted spacious interiors, reduced passenger capacity, and excellent comfort.

In contrast, China's six ships were built from the start to save as many people as possible. Rooms were packed tightly together, each one crammed with as many people as it could hold, leaving space relatively scarce. The maximum capacity was three hundred and fifty thousand people.

China had been steadily guiding refugees to board their ships, a stark contrast to the somewhat desolate scenes elsewhere.

A certain Black leader from America, peering through a small window of his Ark, sneered contemptuously at the sight of China's ships. Packing so many people onto one vessel meant food would inevitably run out. They would surely come begging for help when that happened!

Fools, thinking they were saviors. Under a disaster like this, no matter how much they did, it was all pointless!

"Mr. Leader, China has sent a request for communication." A White deputy leader, bearing the typical American triad of health issues, approached the Black leader, who was staring out at the view.

The Black leader didn't move, asking softly, "What did they say?"

The obese deputy leader shrugged his neck, putting on an expression like he was pitying a poor child, and mimicked in a sarcastic, exaggerated tone: "'Our ships are full. Let the civilians temporarily board yours—for the hope of humanity~!'"

"Hahaha~~!" The Black leader slapped his thigh, as if amused by the deputy's clumsy imitation of a play. After laughing for a moment, he shook his head. "It's up to you. You know how to respond, right?"

"Easy." The deputy leader left.

On the transport plane flying directly to China, they passed over the former tourist destination, the Hawaiian Islands.

If anyone saw the Hawaiian Islands now, no one would ever want to vacation there again, because it had turned into a hellish sea of lava.

"I'll call the others to come see..." Sasha was also shaken by the sight. His lips trembled a few times before he left the co-pilot seat.

Soon, Jackson and Gordon ran up from below, equally stunned by the hellish scene. Their tongues tied, they started to speak, stopped, then started again...

"Not good, this is very not good..." Karpov, a big businessman born in the former Soviet Union, stared at the lava mountain formed by molten rock and spat out the words that best expressed his thoughts.

A person might only see such a scene once in a lifetime, but in just two days, they had witnessed several sights that most people would only see once.

Unfortunately, most of those who had seen such scenes were already dead. Fortunately, they had seen them and were still alive.

Li Wei suddenly pulled the control yoke. The plane jolted, climbing to a higher altitude.

The unprepared few stumbled to the ground. After getting up, they wore expressions of anger they dared not voice, since everyone here had seen Li Wei's strength.

Inhuman!

Li Wei didn't bother to explain. He, too, was shaken by the hellish scene. With just a sliver of power, he felt even more keenly the helplessness of facing an "opponent" he couldn't overcome.

Karpov stood up again, glanced once more at the fiery red outside the window, shook his head with a sigh, and then asked, "How much fuel is left in the plane?"

"Plenty, boss!" Sasha said, glancing at the gauges.

Hearing that fuel was sufficient, everyone left, leaving only Li Wei and Sasha in the cockpit.

Sasha wanted to strike up a conversation with Li Wei, but the silence was getting awkward.

But Li Wei had lost interest in talking. The hellish scenes were deeply etched into his simulated brain. His new way of remembering allowed him to recall, every time, exactly how many people had been fleeing like ants encountering hot water on the ground.

He slipped into a philosophical thinking mode, asking himself the three great philosophical questions. Though this line of thought was soon abandoned by his wandering mind, those lingering images had left a deep impression on him.

After leaving this world, he could find some psychologists, priests, or monks to talk philosophy with.

Maybe he'd gain something. The "social people" he'd dealt with before could only spout nonsense—three sentences about money, five about morality.

The burly Russian Sasha sent a chat request! The chat request was denied. He gained a ten-minute awkward status.

In the cargo hold of the transport plane, the now-quiet Jackson and his group began to feel grateful for their luck, yet uneasy about the turbulent fate ahead.

The hold had originally held eight top-tier luxury cars, used to transport these high-end vehicles, but Li Wei had thrown them out because they were in the way.

Now, it was eerily quiet and empty. A few children had fallen asleep, while the adults continued chatting.

Jackson and Karpov, bundled in thick clothes from the plane, huddled in a corner, whispering about Li Wei.

Karpov had been frantic when his private plane broke down, originally planning to wait in the terminal like the other civilians. But he had accidentally spotted Li Wei lifting a fuel truck off to the side.

Drawn by this incredible sight, he unconsciously followed with his family, found the plane they were now on, and witnessed Li Wei's astonishing strength!

A multi-ton fuel truck, lifted effortlessly, like a child picking up a toy car.

Karpov had tried pushing the fuel truck himself back then, but couldn't budge it. That sparked a deep curiosity about Li Wei, and he exchanged a few words with him.

The conversation was a mess—he couldn't understand a thing Li Wei said. But he knew Li Wei could get them out of the airport safely, so he stayed put.

Seeing that his old subordinate Jackson seemed to know Li Wei, he curiously probed for information about him.

Hearing Jackson's description of what he'd seen and heard, Karpov's broad face showed clear disbelief. He laughed and asked, "A black-muscled virus alien from outer space? Haha, thanks! Jackson, thanks for making me laugh at a time like this!"