"So, are you going?"
"Mmm." She paused, her tone becoming slightly more formal. "I should be back within half a month. You'd best prepare three months' worth of food for the entire base within this time."
Jin Wenye immediately tensed up. "What do you mean? Is there something else?"
Wu Xiang tapped a pen on an A4 sheet of paper on her desk. "This is a road, crowded with people. Now, some people want to clear the people on this road. But they don't want to return to where they belong, so they will crowd to the side of the road, encroaching on your living space."
Jin Wenye, a character with an IQ over 160 in a CEO novel, immediately grasped the key point of her statement. "You mean a large number of anomalies will appear next? It's them... I understand. I'll make arrangements."
"Mmm."
The so-called arrangements not only included sending them to City A but, more importantly, having the base's people retrieve the crops they had cultivated outside. Many had not yet fully grown, leading to significant resistance from ordinary civilians.
With no other choice, Jin Wenye had to inform 007 to notify everyone that a large-scale anomaly invasion might occur in half a month, possibly even a siege. This meant not only collecting supplies and storing food but also reinforcing the city walls.
The walls they had built over two years ago were now 100 meters high. Currently, each anomaly invasion involved at least a dozen anomalies exceeding 100 meters, with the tallest even surpassing 200 meters. They had clearly lived in environments thousands of times harsher than this place, otherwise, the mere gravity would have crushed them to death.
Besides ground beasts, there were also large numbers of flying creatures, with the largest wingspans reaching tens of meters, comparable to medium-sized passenger planes before the apocalypse. Even if killed in the air, the impact force of falling from the sky would be enough to collapse houses and kill people.
These colossal anomalies were almost never bred or mutated in this world; they appeared this large from the outset. Sometimes, they bore parasitic organisms like barnacles, and their fur or skin would become solidified and carbonized, as if they were wearing a thick layer of armor. Ordinary weapons felt like tickles against them.
To combat these creatures, the most effective attacks were still psychic abilities.
They organized a team of over a hundred people, equipped with two medium-sized passenger planes, and included a sixth-tier spatial ability user, along with a large quantity of vehicles and other supplies. The opposing side had more people and likely powerful ability users as well. Their main mission was to provide assistance when those individuals crossed rivers and vast bodies of water.
The only person in the team without any psychic abilities was Rong Jin. Everyone else strongly disagreed with bringing her along. Rong Jin also felt she might be a burden. However, Wu Xiang insisted on taking her.
Annoyed by Jin Wenye and the others' constant questions, she directly stated, "I'm worried that when I leave, the anomalies will besiege the city. What if you all die? So, she's safer by my side."
Jin Wenye just wanted to ask if she was being polite.
Shen Qian found it both amusing and infuriating, so he decided to give up and not interfere.
This base had nearly 2 million inhabitants, including approximately 100,000 professionally trained soldiers and over 50,000 high-tier ability users. If it were that easy to be overrun by anomalies, they would have perished long ago.
However, they were informed of the subsequent developments, their strength so insignificant that it was insufficient to contend with the monsters nurtured by resentment, who had remained in the Void Realm for thousands upon thousands of years.
They were sitting in a five-seater vehicle. The driver was an old acquaintance, Old Jin, and Sang Jue. To conserve energy, a young man was squeezed next to them.
He was that spatial ability user.
Lacking offensive power and carrying a large amount of supplies, he was a mascot who needed protection, and naturally, he was best placed among these high-level individuals.
"Little girl, long time no see!" Old Jin said with a smile. "I heard you were going, so I signed up immediately, hehe."
"Long time no see. I forgot to thank you last time. Thank you for helping me in northern Myanmar."
Old Jin stroked his increasingly bald head. "That wasn't us helping you; you could have left even without us. We should be thanking you for helping us kill so many enemies."
Since the last incident, several factions in northern Myanmar had been severely affected, with too many casualties. They were suppressed by less capable gangs and recently, the news that had come back was about their wars.
Everyone was struggling on the brink of death, yet their choice was not to line up and live properly, but to push each other, thinking that if they killed the other, they could live longer. However, the reality was that humans could no longer contend with anomalies; only by uniting and seeking warmth together could they possibly survive.
Regarding Wu Xiang's unhesitating killing of so many people, some people inwardly felt it was too cruel. However, for Old Jin and the others, they were delighted.
No matter how the world changed, there were always conflicts among humans. It was somewhat understandable for bases or countries to unite and not fight among themselves, but to achieve peaceful coexistence with other countries or even races would take at least another hundred years. Unfortunately, it was uncertain whether humanity could even survive for another hundred years.
"Um, little girl, are you really Mr. Shen's daughter? You're already so grown up... When did he have you?"
Wu Xiang: "Is it possible I was born by my mother?"
Old Jin only then realized, feeling somewhat awkward. He whispered in defense, "That doesn't seem right either. You look about seventeen or eighteen, and Mr. Shen is only in his early twenties. How old was he when he..."
"Cough." Sang Jue couldn't bear to listen any longer and quickly interrupted their nonsensical conversation.
"Old Jin, they are different from us. You'd best not ask."
Old Jin just wanted to ask, but he couldn't quite grasp the key points, often leading to jokes.
To prevent such awkward scenes from recurring, Sang Jue decided to interject. He asked, "Before you left, you told Jin Wenye that a large number of anomalies might invade in half a month. How did you know? With the city-wide lockdown, will it be particularly severe? Will humanity still have a chance to survive?"
Wu Xiang spread her hands. "How would I know? Maybe the anomalies won't come at all? Then everyone will be fine. If they do come, we'll all die together. Don't worry, in such situations, it's usually painless."
This unique "comfort" made the other three tremble.
The spatial ability user next to them chuckled awkwardly. "You, you sure know how to joke."
"What if it's true?"
The conversation died.
The three of them fell silent. The scenery outside the window flashed by. In the distance, the land was covered in yellow sand. In just three years, human traces were no longer visible in many places. In this desperate apocalypse, they were relatively fortunate individuals, awakening psychic abilities and living better lives than ordinary people. Sudan Novel Network
But if the anomalies truly besieged and attacked the city, with so many monsters invading, how could anything remain intact when the whole nest was overturned?