The Apocalypse

Sitting on the grass and enjoying a tasty meal, Wang Zhifan soon saw one warning after another pop up before his eyes. He was speechless.

"You have contracted a serious illness. Unless it is cured within a day, you will die."

"You have food poisoning. Unless you receive treatment within an hour, your life will be in danger."

"Your heartbeat is abnormal. If you don't find a way to restore it soon, you may drop dead on the spot."

"You are experiencing severe hallucinations. The world you see may no longer be real..."

"You..."

Every warning looked frightening, but to Wang Zhifan, they were all nonsense. He felt nothing wrong at all. Not a single negative effect the dungeon tried to force on him had taken hold. It was acting like a clown throwing a tantrum.

Some of those effects did briefly affect other things, though. When the food-poisoning warning appeared, the cola he was drinking suddenly developed a fishy stench. Some mysterious force had clearly altered it. But the change was undone the next instant: he used Rewind to stop that unknown force from contaminating his food.

Apart from changes to external objects, he felt no negative effects himself. His extraordinary physique made him immune to every one of them. After the warnings persisted for a while, the dungeon finally changed tactics.

Wang Zhifan was still sitting on the withered yellow grass, leisurely eating chips and drinking cola, when a new warning suddenly appeared: "The weather is hot, and the grass may ignite on its own. You must escape this dangerous area as soon as possible."

Almost the instant the warning appeared, patches of withered grass around him began giving off black smoke and spontaneously combusting. The dungeon was no longer even trying to make it look convincing. In