Chapter 97
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Chapter 97: What’s Going On? Is There No Customer Service Here?
“Hey… swoosh…”
“Finally out.”
Trilobite struggled, awkwardly dragging his body out of the corridor with his fin limbs.
“This was the new lake shore!?”
“Whew… hiss…”
Trilobite used his advanced swim bladder and primitive lungs to take a deep breath.
The gas rushed into his nostrils, swirled around on the Olfactory Membranes, and filled his lungs.
“Ah, the air was truly sweet!”
How could it not be sweet?
The smell of food was everywhere!
And then, while he was breathing the air…
“Hmm?”
A vision suddenly appeared in Trilobite’s mind.
[Here it comes…]
[But, I’m sorry…]
A beautiful girl, covered in wounds and looking haggard, gazed at him with a mix of reverence and fear.
Her eyes were filled with regret.
The voice was very faint, and the image flashed by so quickly that Trilobite even doubted whether he had imagined it based on the weak sound he had heard.
Just like how he often imagined Miss Themis, the customer service, as a proud girl with blonde twin tails.
“Was she the customer service here?”
“Why didn’t she come out to meet me when I arrived?”
“Was this… due to some hardship?”
“Or was she just shy?”
After thinking for a moment, Trilobite shook his head and decided not to dwell on it.
“Thinking about it was pointless.”
“Better to eat instead.”
“Besides, this place was definitely more vibrant than Lake Themis.”
Trilobite looked down and surveyed the area.
He noticed piles of “Red Dots” all over the lake shore, and there were even several small shrimp-like creatures slowly crawling on the ground, seemingly using their pincers to dig a very narrow gap in the earth.
Their bodies were all red.
“Not bad!”
“First, let’s have some appetizer desserts.”
“After finishing these, we can upgrade the components!”
“Sluurp—!”
Trilobite’s mouth watered desperately, drool nearly dripping down.
—-
Death World, Valaharl.
This place resembled a "Zombie World" more than a Death World—a realm that refused to die completely even after the Time of the End.
Half-dead, like a zombie.
Though chaos had annihilated the entire ecosystem and eradicated all surface life, humans still waged a desperate struggle within the deep fissures of underground rock strata!
Of course, they might no longer qualify as humans in the conventional sense.
“Haa… hiss…”
Heavy breaths rasped from the respirators beneath their masks.
They were warriors bundled in thick hides, gripping magi-rifles.
Their heads were sealed beneath utterly airtight masks, further shielded by felt caps and iron helmets.
Thick garments woven from magic fibers covered their bodies, layered under gray leather cloaks and gloved by sturdy gauntlets—completely isolating them from the outside.
Each warrior clutched a standardized magi-rifle, scanning ahead with razor focus, bayonets glinting coldly.
Their garb draped these silent figures in tragic solemnity.
Yet they wore this out of necessity, not choice.
Nor had they always been clad this way.
With the Will of the World imprisoned, this realm’s "light" vanished, plunging the earth into frigid silence.
Only near shattered Crystal Walls, where Primal Mud churned, did warmth linger—whether deep underground or beneath oceans.
Thus Valaharl froze entirely, buried under ice and snow!
Surviving such extremes demanded every Valaharl person swaddle themselves constantly.
But the brutal natural environment wasn’t their deepest despair.
Chaos roamed the wastes, demons spewing vile gases that corroded flesh and warped minds—a single breath risked madness, mutation, or succumbing to chaos.
Hence, the filter-equipped helmets were non-negotiable.
All natural life had perished; no crops or livestock remained to sustain them.
So the Valaharl people wore suits with self-contained circulation, surviving on meager nutrients from microbes cultivated in Primal Mud.
Most had never tasted real food since birth.
In this bleakness, they abandoned humanity’s fundamental means of continuation.
What the Valaharl warriors guarded was where they reproduced.
“Haa… hiss…”
“dong… dong… dong…”
The sound of the respirator echoed sharply in the quiet hall. Polished boots stepped across the clean floor; they belonged to a typical Valaharl person.
His clothing and mask matched those of the warriors, but he wore a white cloak.
He walked past rows of large glass vessels, stopping now and then to look inside. He checked data from the gauges and wrote it all down.
It seemed this Valaharl in the white cloak was a technician.
But with an engineering shovel on his back and a pistol holster at his waist, it was clear that even Valaharl technicians were well-armed!
As for what he was watching…
Inside the clear jar-like dishes were developing humans curled up like babies.
The humans in these "culture media" were half male and half female. They had similar builds for each gender, but their faces were all different.
Just as the Valaharl technician was about to record more data…
"Boom—!"
"Bang—!"
Suddenly, gunfire and fighting sounds burst out ahead.
"Whew… hiss… whew…"
The breathing device’s rhythm grew frantic as the researcher moved his hand to the pistol holster at his waist.
There was a magic gun made for office workers.
The magic gun was strong but got hot fast; still, one shot was okay.
"Click—!"
The safety was off.
"Whew… hiss… whew… hiss…"
Though the researcher stayed quiet and walked with "clomp clomp clomp" sounds, the faster noise from the filter respirator showed he was a bit nervous.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
"Tat tat tat…"
"Roar!"
"Roar—!"
The gunfire outside went on, and demon roars echoed, rising and falling.
The elite Valaharl warriors didn’t give up and held the line steady.
But then…
"Boom— boom— boom—!"
A huge rumble filled the air.
The whole underground space shook with tremors.
"Crash—!"
“Bang—!”
In the violent tremors, the researcher was shocked and heartbroken to find that the “culture dishes” were falling to the ground one after another.
Glass shattered everywhere. Bodies lay scattered all around, and nutrient solution spilled across the floor.
At that moment…
“Boom—!”
A beam of ghostly light suddenly shone in.
The researcher looked up. He wasn’t excited to see the light again. Instead…
“Hiss— wheeze— hiss—!”
The respirator under his mask vibrated even more urgently.
A massive low-level demon god was using its powerful pincers to break through the ground, while demons leapt in one after another through the gaps!
“Roar—!”
“Roar—!”
The gigantic bloodthirsty demon roared as it closed in on the Valaharl researcher. The researcher pulled out a gun, aiming at the bloodthirsty demon.
“Bang!”
A scorching magic bullet hit the bloodthirsty demon. The powerful force pierced through its chest, making the evil creature howl and collapse.
But…
“Fizz—!”
The magic gun overheated.
The researcher kept retreating, but the demons pressed closer, forcing him onto higher ground.
“Swish—!”
The brave researcher dropped the magic gun and pulled out an engineering shovel.
“Roar—!”
Just as the other demons prepared to rush up and tear the researcher apart…
“Splash—!”
A huge “droplet” suddenly dripped down from the crack above!
“Pshhh—!”
It smashed into the ground and burst!
It flooded the low ground, submerging the “bodies” that had fallen out of the culture dishes.
