Mysterious Doomsday Approaches, Fortunately I Have a Simulator

Seven days later, the apocalypse descends, but fortunately, you have a simulator...

[Doomsday Simulation has begun]

[Please choose three from the following talents: 'Devil's Con...

Chapter 562: As a reward, you can make a request! (2/2)

"If we can decipher the spatial coordinates left by Migo, would that really be a great achievement?"

The ambiguous scenes in the simulation content appeared as expected.

Su Ze could naturally understand Zhuque's thoughts... He wanted to play it straight and make a small appointment with him in advance.

"Of course... As a reward, you can ask me for a request." Su Ze stopped with his hands in his pockets, a playful smile on his face, and a teasing look in his eyes.

"Oh..." Suzaku felt a little embarrassed and said with a evasive look, "I will crack the spatial coordinates as soon as possible. Meanwhile... I do have a request."

"Yeah." Su Ze nodded and agreed first.

The apocalypse is going on. Today, you can also experience a girl chasing a boy... hehe.

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【Day 184 of the last lunar year】

In a blink of an eye, another three days passed.

Shanghai.

A branch of the shelter was established on the riverside, with red warning lights shining in the night.

The white-skinned man named Philip quietly observed the terrain of the shelter branch from a sufficient distance...

“Hiss—”

Philip opened the beer can, tilted his head back, and took a big gulp.

Then he wiped his mouth casually, took one last look at the shelter branch from a distance, and turned to leave.

He walked to the edge of the building, took a step into the air, and with a "whoosh", his figure disappeared from the building...

A few seconds later.

In a nearby safe zone.

"Bang!"

The fist hit Philip's face hard.

Old Philip, who was wearing the work clothes of the shelter, lowered his voice and cursed at his son:

"Damn it! Are you crazy?! I've already warned you! Put away those dangerous, immature and terrible ideas of yours!"

He casually touched the bloodstain on the edge of his mouth.

Philip, who was only 18 years old, looked up at his father and snorted, "You don't know how powerful I am now, and you definitely can't guess how many powerful companions we have here."

Old Philip stared, "I don't know. I don't know what God's Grace Tree you're talking about. I only know that if you want to join those damn guys and challenge the authority of the shelter, you'll die a miserable death!"

Little Philip sat down on the sofa. "You're really old. I don't see any courage in you. You used to be a respected member of parliament, but now you're just a small employee at the Western European shelter, being called in at will and dismissed at will. Are you willing to live like this?"

Old Philip opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't say anything and just took a deep breath.

It seems that this can suppress the anger in my heart.

Little Philip continued, "You can't see the Grace Tree, let alone touch it. You have no idea how magical it is. We all gained powerful strength from it, and some people are even more powerful than me..."

Old Philip stared, not believing it: "How do you know that those people are more powerful than you?"

Little Philip pretended to be mysterious. "Guess how we communicated with each other and decided to overturn the plan of the internment station? Ha... the voice of that great man appeared directly in my mind. He united us and formulated the most perfect plan. If everything goes well, we will fight all the way to North City and become the new inhabitants of this planet."

Old Philip's attitude did not change at all: "Listen to me, you damn idiot, I tell you again, you have no idea how powerful the shelter is. With my permission, I have no access to confidential content, but I can still guess some of the shelter's methods, you..."

Little Philip looked impatient and interrupted, "You don't understand at all. I don't want to talk to you anymore. Just wait and see. In a day or two, we will create a better world."

Old Philip's face darkened. "A better world? You're just a bunch of ignorant fools, controlled by your own ambitions and desires!"

"Ambition?"

Little Philip stood up, his young face showing no sign of arrogance. "You're right. I admit that I don't care about a better world. All we want is a more beautiful woman and better material enjoyment!"