Thank You for Still Making Me Laugh!

The shelter they were heading for was located at a massive Ark construction base somewhere in China's mountains. Hope Base had been jointly funded by multiple nations.

A total of nine colossal ships capable of holding two hundred thousand people each had been built. Three belonged to other countries, while the remaining six belonged to China.

In the real world, it was impossible that only a small group of scientists from one country had discovered that Earth was about to be destroyed. China had confirmed the coming disaster years ago and devoted the full strength of the nation to building these ships.

Even the Ark blueprints had been revised based on China's design framework.

Faced with an unstoppable disaster that would submerge the land beneath seawater, even the people most skilled at resisting could only choose to build ships to preserve humanity's final spark.

Within the enormous mountain range, nine massive alloy-steel vessels were docked inside the base, while large numbers of civilians boarded under the guidance of staff.

China's six ships differed greatly inside from the three belonging to other nations. Carefully designed by master craftsmen, the foreign ships were spacious, carried far fewer people, and offered exceptional comfort.

China's six ships, on the other hand, had been designed from the start to save as many people as possible. Rooms were packed tightly together, each crammed with as many people as it could hold. The space was relatively limited, with a maximum capacity of three hundred and fifty thousand people.

China continued guiding civilians fleeing here onto its ships, forming a stark contrast with the relative emptiness elsewhere.

An African American commander from America saw the scene aboard China's ships through an Ark's small window and sneered disdainfully. With so many people crammed onto a single ship, they would definitely run out of food later. They were destined to come begging them for help once they lacked supplies!

Idiots. They thought they were saviors, but in a disaster like this, no matter how much they did, it would all be futile!

"Commander, China has sent us a communication request." A white deputy commander, possessing the three stereotypical American male traits of height, weight, and high blood pressure, walked over and spoke to the commander gazing outside.

The African American commander did not move. He asked softly, "What did they say?"

The obese deputy commander shrugged his neck and put on the expression of someone facing a pitiful child. In a mocking tone, he embellished and imitated, "'Our ship can't hold anyone else. Let the civilians board your ships for now, for the hope of humanity~!'"

"Hahaha~~!" The African American commander slapped his thigh, seemingly amused by the deputy commander's terrible theatrical imitation. After laughing for a while, he shook his head. "Leave it to you. You know how to reply, right?"

"Easy." The deputy commander left.

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

Once people saw the Hawaiian Islands as they were now, no one would ever want to vacation there again, because the islands had become a hellish expanse of lava.

"I'll call the others up to take a look..." Sasha was also stunned by the sight. After his lips trembled a few times, he left the co-pilot's seat.

Before long, Jackson, Gordon, and the others ran up from below. They too were so shocked by the hellish scene that they stumbled over their words, wanting to speak, stopping themselves, then wanting to speak again...

"This is bad. Very bad..." Karpov, the wealthy businessman born in the former Soviet Union, stared at the lava mountains piled high by magma and voiced the words that best expressed his opinion.

A person might only see a scene like this once in a lifetime, yet in just two days, they had seen several sights that ordinary people could only witness once.

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

Li Wei suddenly pulled the controls. The plane jolted, then climbed higher.

Caught off guard, several people fell to the floor. Even after getting back up, they looked angry but dared not speak, because everyone here had witnessed Li Wei's strength.

He was inhuman!

Li Wei had no intention of explaining. The hellish scene had also shaken him. With even a tiny bit of power, he could better understand the helplessness of facing an "opponent" he could not resist.

Karpov got back to his feet, glanced once more at the fiery red world beyond the window, and shook his head with a sigh. Then he asked, "How much fuel does the plane have left?"

"Plenty, Boss!" Sasha said after glancing at the gauges.

Once they heard that the fuel was sufficient, everyone left, and only Li Wei and Sasha remained in the cockpit.

Sasha wanted to strike up a conversation with Li Wei. The constant silence was actually rather awkward.

But Li Wei had lost interest in talking. Those hellish scenes had been deeply imprinted in his simulated brain. His new way of storing memories meant that whenever he recalled them, he could remember how many people had fled across the ground like ants scalded by boiling water.

He entered philosophical contemplation mode and asked himself the three great philosophical questions. Although his wandering thoughts quickly abandoned that line of thinking, those lingering images had undoubtedly left a deep impression on him.

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

Maybe he would gain something from it. Those so-called socialites he had dealt with before could not say a damn thing worthwhile—three sentences about money, five about moral character.

The burly Russian Sasha sent a chat request! The chat request had been rejected, granting a ten-minute awkwardness status.

Down in the transport plane's cabin, the now-quiet Jackson and his group began feeling grateful for their good fortune, while also becoming uneasy about the hardships awaiting them.

The cabin had originally contained eight luxury cars. This plane had been meant to transport those expensive vehicles, but Li Wei found them too much of a nuisance and threw them out.

Now the cabin seemed especially quiet and empty. Several children had already fallen asleep, while the adults continued chatting.

Jackson and Karpov had put on the thick clothes from the plane and huddled in a corner, speaking quietly. Their topic was Li Wei.

After Karpov's private plane malfunctioned, he had been frantic. He had originally planned to hide temporarily in the waiting hall like the other ordinary people, but by chance, he spotted Li Wei lifting a fuel truck off to one side.

Drawn in by the astonishing sight, he unconsciously led his family after Li Wei. He saw the plane they were now riding in and also witnessed Li Wei's unimaginable strength!

A fuel truck weighing several tons had been lifted by him with ease, just like a child picking up a toy car.

Karpov had tried pushing the fuel truck himself, but he could not move it at all. He immediately became intensely curious about Li Wei and exchanged a few words with him.

Those few sentences had been an incoherent mess. He could not understand what Li Wei meant at all, but he knew Li Wei could get them safely out of the airport, so he stayed where he was.

Seeing that his old subordinate Jackson seemed to know Li Wei, he curiously began asking about him.

After hearing Jackson describe what he had seen and heard, Karpov's large face showed obvious disbelief. Laughing, he asked, "A black, sinewy, virus-mutated alien? Hahaha, thank you! Jackson, thank you for still making me laugh at a time like this!"