Too Many Reincarnators? I Bring the National Team to the Field - Chapter 185

Chapter 185

The group from the Apocalypse Special Affairs Department could be considered people who had seen their share of storms. What hadn’t they experienced?

In their eyes, no matter how bizarre an incident was, it was still only that.

But now, every single one of them was shocked to the core.

Li Xin opened his mouth. After a long while, he finally said, “What does that mean?”

He was a little dazed. Instinctively, he looked at Sheng An, then at his uncle, not quite understanding-and also somewhat doubting his own understanding.

Song Linwei’s voice was heavy and obscure. “The Southwest Region is already in Apocalypse Year Three.”

Long Tianyu stared fixedly at Miao Yuan and said, word by word, “Then we have to figure out what Year Three it is…”

There were many possibilities-

First, they were inside an Illusion Realm.

Second, there was something wrong with Miao Yuan and the others-or rather, something wrong with their memories.

Third, if all of this was real, then they had to determine what Year Three this was!

Was it Year Three of this life, or Year Three from Long Tianyu and the others’ Previous Life?

After all, both Long Tianyu and Li Wanyun’s memories had cut off abruptly at the end of Year Two. When analyzing the situation, they had to consider factors from every angle.

Hao Jingye cursed under his breath.

The Research Institute’s previous line of thinking had been right. Their research into why Reborn Person memories “defaulted to dying in Year Two” could wait until they returned from the Southwest.

But the problem was, here in the Southwest, they had encountered a “Year Three”!

No matter what kind of Year Three it was, the more information they had, the more they would be able to analyze the current situation.

They should have pressed for answers back then!

But it was too late now. They had entered the Southwest Disconnection Zone and had no way to contact the Nation.

Go back?

No. For so long, no one had ever left the Southwest. There was a very high chance that they could not get out.

Before, they had assumed it had only been for a period of time, so it was normal that no one had left.

But three years?

It was impossible that no one had tried.

Even if they could get out, under the premise that they could not fly, they had already made it to the side of the Healing Type Superpower User. Were they really going to turn back now?

Besides, the most urgent task was to analyze what was going on with this Year Three!

Qi Lingwu’s voice was certain. “It’s not an Illusion Realm.”

After experiencing the Illusion Aberrant, they already had a basis for judging an Illusion Realm. The Southwest Region was not an Illusion Realm.

He looked at Sheng An, turned his hand over to hold hers, and gently patted it. “Although all of this is hard to believe, this place should truly exist, and there shouldn’t be anything wrong with Miao Yuan and the others.”

All the signs from before suddenly linked together.

Why was the condition of the land dozens of times worse? Why did it look nothing like a place that had just entered the Apocalypse?

Why was every Shelter so severely decayed, with the corpses reduced to piles of white bones?

Why were Miao Yuan and the others in such terrible condition, to the point that they had completely lost all understanding of the outside world?

-Because the Southwest Region was already in Apocalypse Year Three!

They had crossed through the Miasma from outside and entered the Southwest Region, only to arrive directly in Apocalypse Year Three. Here, the people of the Southwest Region had already lived through three years.

If Qi Lingwu could think of it, then Sheng An naturally had as well.

That was the true reason she had nearly lost her footing and been so deeply shocked.

The instant the words “Year Three” appeared, she had already thought through many things. The conclusion she reached left her shaken.

As for what Year Three it was?

Judging from everything before, as well as the distribution of the various Shelter…

It was Year Three of this life.

Sheng An let go of Qi Lingwu and forced herself to remain calm. She took two steps forward and stared intently at the confused Miao Yuan and the others-

“One more question. Do you remember us? The Apocalypse Special Affairs Department, the Nation’s National Announcement Briefing about the Apocalypse, and all the arrangements for the Shelter-do you remember any of it?”

Miao Yuan froze.

Beside him, a man who had been secretly hiding food suddenly snapped his head up and looked at them, his face full of shock. “I remember now! You’re the Apocalypse Special Affairs Department-Sheng An from the Apocalypse Special Affairs Department!”

-The woman in front of them was Sheng An from the Apocalypse Special Affairs Department.

They had all seen her at the National Announcement Briefing back then.

And those people behind her were the Spiritual Pillar who had supported them then, the Superpower User who had awakened ahead of time!
Miao Yuan took a deep breath and nodded. “I remember. But it was so long ago. They say it was only two years, but to us, the time before the Apocalypse feels like a Previous Life…”

He began to speak slowly.

After the National Announcement Briefing, the entire Nation started preparing for disaster. The Southwest Region was no exception. They built Shelters, stockpiled Supplies, distributed goods-everything was orderly and well organized.

Even later, including the day the Apocalypse arrived, it had not felt too hopeless.

Because they believed the Nation still existed. They believed the Superpower Users of the Apocalypse Special Affairs Department were still there. They believed they would make it through.

The real disaster came after the Apocalypse.

The Southwest suffered many Meteorite strikes, leaving the entire area riddled with devastation. But they had been mentally prepared. After wiping away their tears, they had to keep surviving.

Some people awakened as Superpower Users, while Aberrants caused chaos. Many died, and everything descended into disorder.

It was then that they discovered the wildfires in the Southwest were extremely severe.

Even though they had already braced themselves, they were still shocked by the mountain fires. Back then, the Shelters were still standing. Everyone joined forces, first putting out the nearest fires, then establishing firebreaks and waiting for the Great Fire to burn itself out.

The Southwest had been unable to contact the outside world. They were anxious, but it was not impossible to understand.

After all, this was a worldwide disaster.

The higher-ups in the Shelters kept reassuring everyone that once the Nation had the manpower to spare, it would contact them, help fight the fires, and provide support.

Although the awakened Superpower Users had not yet gotten in touch with the Apocalypse Special Affairs Department, they knew they were part of the Apocalypse Special Affairs Department. They were the Nation’s Spark. So they all did their best to help.

They fought the fires while waiting for rescue.

But before rescue ever came, Miasma began spreading from the burned areas.

The Miasma in the Southwest had appeared from the very beginning of the Apocalypse!

It appeared suddenly, then spread across the entire Southwest Region. During that stage, humans began dying on a massive scale. Once someone collapsed, there simply were not enough doctors to save them.

If you endured it, you lived. If you could not, you became a dried-up skeleton no one had the time to care about.

It was not as though they had never organized attempts to seek help from outside.

But they could not get out.

For some reason, the Miasma could not be passed through at all. Planes could not get out, and neither could Flying Mutants.

All they could do was hope the Nation and the Apocalypse Special Affairs Department would send people in to support them.

And just like that, a year passed.

After ninety-nine percent of the people in the Southwest had died, they still had not received any news from the outside world. At last, they gave up completely.

By then, there was no order left in the Southwest. The people who had maintained order were basically all dead.

Mountain fires, earthquakes, Miasma, Aberrants.

There was always some kind of disaster waiting to take their lives, throwing them into a desperate struggle to survive.

By now, very few living people remained in the Southwest, and almost all of them were Superpower Users. Ordinary people surviving was extremely rare.

Every place had stockpiled Supplies, but the fires burned much of it, and the Aberrants stole much more while causing chaos… Later, once order collapsed, everyone fought over food, and that only destroyed what little order remained.

The food, too, dwindled to almost nothing amid the fighting.

Most of them were Superpower Users, yet even getting enough to eat was difficult. Under such circumstances, who still had the heart to think about the time before the Apocalypse? Who still had the heart to think about the outside world?

Just staying alive consumed all their energy and focus.

Miao Yuan smiled bitterly. “In that situation, how could we possibly still remember you? Two years have passed. We’ve already entered Apocalypse Year Three. Where is the Nation that promised not to give up on us, not to abandon us? We haven’t seen a single one of you.”

At this point, there was in fact some resentment in his voice.

The Apocalypse Special Affairs Department. The Spark of hope.

When their loved ones died, when they suffered through disasters, when they starved… they had looked forward to hope coming to save them.

They had looked forward to the Nation not abandoning them, not giving up on them.

But they had waited for nothing.

If the Nation had simply been powerless, then so be it.

But this group of people…

They looked energetic and well-fed. They lacked neither food nor clothing. They seemed to have everything. They did not look at all like the outside was in bad shape too.

Then why had they ignored them for two whole years?