July 29, 2222.
In the misty Lop Nur region of southwest China, Minister Tu and the troops guarding the area have been stationed here for two and a half months.
Minister Tu felt that with the opening of the Gate of Doomsday, the return time of Xie Tianlang and his team, who were the first to enter the post-apocalyptic world, was getting later and later.
He gently pressed his temples, knowing this was not his imagination.
Last night, he received a statistical report from the Institute's Data Statistics Bureau. It showed that not only Xie Tianlang and his First Doomsday Squad, but also the Second and Third Squads led by Qin Feng and Hu Wen, and even the thirteen teams that have now expanded, were taking longer and longer to enter the Doomsday Gate.
Even though they have trained more warriors and even recruited some capable civilians to enter the Doomsday Gate to solve the problem, their speed in solving the Doomsday Gate problem is decreasing.
In the past month, the entire Huazhou Thirteen Doomsday Rescue Team has only managed to successfully recover and close two Doomsday Gates.
But six months ago, Xie Tianlang and his team alone managed to close and repair two Doomsday Gates within a month.
Such changes not only made Minister Tu and other top leaders feel a sense of crisis.
Even ordinary people in this world who can still live relatively normal lives now, those who are more perceptive have noticed that the gates to the apocalypse seem to be getting harder and harder to close.
and……
Minister Tu then thought of two other reports from the Ministry of Public Security and the Ministry of Health.
In the past two months, the crime rate in the country has risen significantly, people's hearts have become restless and unsettled, and the number of people who fall ill and are hospitalized for treatment has suddenly increased. Although the world as a whole does not seem to have changed much, if you observe and compare the details, you will find that their world seems to be sliding into an abyss, and even if they try their best, they can only slightly slow down the speed of sliding into the abyss.
Minister Tu sighed softly.
Fortunately, ten of the fourteen doomsday gates that appeared in the Washington region have now been closed by their rescue team.
Apart from the sudden appearance of the Doomsday Gate at the Pearl Tower in the city, no other Doomsday Gates have appeared in Washington State.
So after six months of effort, only four of their Doomsday Gates remained in Washington State.
Apart from the largest doomsday vortex in Huazhou, which has now expanded and covered the entire Qinghai-Tibet snow-capped mountain area, the other three doomsday gates, through more precise energy testing, are all relatively moderately dangerous doomsday worlds.
Looking at the four enormous, slowly rotating black vortexes on Minister Tu's phone, he thought that, apart from the Doomsday Gate in the Snow Mountain area, three rescue teams had already entered the other three Doomsday Gates one after another.
He felt that the second and third rescue teams, led by Song Feng and Hu Wen, had a high chance of successfully recovering the world core, and that the fourth, fifth...eighth teams that were subsequently trained should also be able to close one of the doomsday gates if they were lucky.
Thus, only the last and largest Doomsday Gate remains of the four Doomsday Gates located in the snowy mountains of Tibet.
If Xie Tianlang, Fugui'er, and the other three can return safely from the mists of Lop Nur, then there is hope that the doomsday gate hanging over the heads of the people of Huazhou will be completely closed.
Minister Tu glanced again at the lake in front of him, which was shrouded in thick fog.
This was the best outcome he had hoped for. His Ninth Legion had lost nearly a hundred of its best soldiers in the past six months, and he really didn't want to see any more of the outstanding young men and women he regarded as his own children sacrificed.
When Minister Tu's bodyguard saw the minister suddenly let out a long sigh, he knew what the minister was lamenting.
He paused for a moment before saying, "Minister, defending our country is the responsibility and mission of every soldier. They have no regrets."
Minister Tu smiled and patted the guard on the shoulder.
"They certainly don't regret it, but it breaks my heart."
Even though Washington State closed the most and fastest gates to the apocalypse, it also had the fewest casualties.
As far as he knew, the number of warriors who had entered the apocalyptic world and died because of the Doomsday Gate in the Americas, Europe, India, Africa, and other regions had exceeded one thousand or even ten thousand.
Meanwhile, in the Americas, Indiana, and Africa, there were unrecoverable and unclosed doomsday gate explosions that destroyed at least five cities and killed more than a million people.
But this did not make Minister Tu happy.
The children he had so carefully nurtured still perished.
The world is a whole, and Minister Tu never believed that Washington State could exist peacefully in isolation from the world.
The ever-rising crime and hospitalization rates are proof that the world is heading towards its end.
"...In the end, it is the country and the people who have failed the heroes."
He knew very well that even if Washington could close the last four Doomsday Gates as he hoped, these warriors who had risked their lives would not be able to rest.
They will certainly be sent out to assist in resolving the doomsday gates in other countries and regions, and the day when they can have a complete rest is still a long way off.
Minister Tu sighed inwardly, thinking about how to increase the national subsidies and benefits for the heroic warriors of the rescue team, when he suddenly felt that the light was a bit too bright.
The thought that appeared in Minister Tu's mind instantly stunned him. He looked up and saw that the fog that had been drifting and gathering in the sky and around Lop Nur for nearly half a year was beginning to dissipate!
At the same time, his communicator rang rapidly, and the alarm at the temporary research base located next to Lop Nur also went off.
But soon the alarm sounded again, this time replaced by the cheerful and exciting song "Good Days," and Minister Tu's bodyguard shouted excitedly:
"Minister!! The fog has lifted! The gates to doomsday over Lop Nur are slowly closing!!!"
"Team Leader Xie and his team succeeded again! Minister! Team Leader Xie and his team succeeded again!!"
Minister Tu's eyes reddened with joy at this moment: "Good! Good! Excellent! So good!!"
The Doomsday Gate, which has decimated the Sixth and Seventh Squads, is finally about to close! He knew Xie Tianlang and Fugui'er were formidable!
"Quick! Prepare boats to rescue them! If this gate closes, they'll fall directly into the lake! Send the best boatmen to pick them up!"
The guard shouted in agreement, and then he himself ran off like the wind.
Minister Tu stood there stunned for three seconds before he reacted and chuckled, "You brat!"
The guard is the best boatman.
As the July sun shone brightly on Lop Nur, the slowly contracting black whirlpool spat out four people who appeared to be in relatively good spirits.
Within a minute of them falling into the lake, they were all safely brought aboard a military boat. Minister Tu stood on the lakeside, looking at the four young men facing the sun, who had no obvious injuries, and his face was as smiling as a blooming chrysanthemum.
There was no serious poisoning, no mental trauma, and no negative emotions as he had imagined. It's really good, really good.
Song Sanchuan stood on the boat, grinning from ear to ear: "Minister! Let me tell you, I've gotten a huge benefit this time! The World Consciousness not only strengthened my physique, but it also gave me a bit of luck! Hahaha, I'm a lucky person with two little things now! From now on, the success rate of everything I do will be improved! I'm sure I'll win twenty yuan in the lottery, hahaha!"
He felt it was a huge loss that the world consciousness gave him a little bit of luck in the last world, but after comparing Europe and Africa in the Misty World, Song Sanchuan deeply realized how important his little bit of luck was!
He even felt that the fact that he and Si Wuyai were saved by their comrades at the crucial moment was due to his little bit of luck; otherwise, they would have perished there as well.
Si Wuyai couldn't help but twitch his lips as he listened to Song Sanchuan's words.
However, he soon revealed a somewhat pleased and smug smile as he looked at Xie Tianlang.
Heh, thanks to his dedication of working tirelessly for over ten days, he reaped considerable rewards this time. Among the reward options for special brain regions and special physiques, he cautiously suggested exchanging all the rewards for luck. He didn't have grand ambitions to directly escape his unlucky streak; as long as he wasn't in Africa (a region considered unlucky in China), he was content.
The world consciousness remained silent for a moment, but ultimately granted his request.
He didn't know how much luck he had been given, but if he went to buy a lottery ticket, he could at least win five yuan, right?
You know, there was a time when he impulsively bought a lottery ticket, but he ended up losing a hundred dollars because he lost his wallet after buying the ticket.
It's not about the money; the main problem is that the thought of this possibility appearing in his future experimental research makes his liver ache.
However, his experimental research success rate should now be greatly increased.
In comparison, Xie Tianlang's aura seemed to have taken another step forward, and he seemed to have gained a kind of "qi" similar to that of a true martial arts cultivator.
His abilities have probably increased a lot; he could probably kill himself with a single slap now. But so what? He's still just an unlucky person who can't improve his luck!
From then on, among the four of them, Xie Tianlang was undoubtedly the unluckiest!
In the battle against the unlucky, Si Wuyai ultimately emerged victorious.
Xie Tianlang could keenly and clearly sense Si Wuyai's pleasure, and he chuckled.
This guy is supposed to be a researcher, but he's not as clear-headed as the other one.
So what if you're unlucky? Before absolute power, no difficulty or danger can stand in the way!
Only with overwhelming strength can one guarantee that they will never be defeated.
Minister Tu chuckled and patted each of the four men on the shoulder. "Come on, come on, the medical room, the examination room, and a nutritious meal are all prepared for you. After we eat, let's have a good rest for a day, and we'll talk about the rest tomorrow!"
Minister Tu was about to lead them away when he tried to talk to his capable assistant Fu Gui'er several times on the way, only to find that the boy was staring blankly into the void in front of him, as if his mind was elsewhere.
"Fugui'er? Fugui'er? What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"
Gou Fugui, who was checking his pockets, was pulled back to his senses. He exclaimed and shook his head with a smile: "I'm not feeling unwell. I'm just checking my space."
Upon hearing about this magical portable space, Minister Tu also became interested: "Oh, what benefits did you gain after repairing the world's core? Was it luck? Or strength?"
Hidden lucky player Gou Fugui'er: "? Why add luck? Face yourself, people can't live by luck."
Song Sanchuan: "..."
Si Wuyai: "..."
Xie Tianlang: "..."
"I just noticed that my space seems to have gotten bigger again..."
Minister Tu was particularly pleased: "It's good that it's bigger! Bigger means it can hold more things! And it'll be much safer when we enter the other world!"
However, Gou Fugui then added:
"Besides getting bigger... I feel like we could try raising chickens and fish inside."
Minister Tu's laughter abruptly stopped, Song Sanchuan uttered a curse, and Si Wuyai pushed up his glasses with shining eyes. Even Xie Tianlang raised his eyebrows:
"What reward did the world consciousness give you this time?"
Gou Fugui grinned: "Aura."
Now that his space has light, vitality, and breath, the only remaining element to perfect the "small world" is the "water source."
If he possesses the "source of all things," he might actually be able to look forward to what "his world" will look like.
Song Sanchuan's face immediately turned sour and contorted. This was nothing but luck!
While he was still gloating over winning twenty yuan in the lottery, his wealthy brother was already raising chickens, ducks, and fish in his spatial dimension?!
He hates Europeans!!!
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