On Earth, within the survivors' camp.

In a secret refuge, this place was far away from the Mayan Civilization, even if the Mayan Civilization was embroiled in a fierce war or destroyed, it wouldn't reach them here.

"It is indeed them."

"Poseidon, using big data intelligent simulation, combining all current clues, it is indeed them."

At this time, that mage said, "Now we will express the existence of 'them' in the most intuitive way. This is the memory transmitted by Princess Tang Meng to help us better understand the apocalypse."

Tang Meng was stunned, "My memory?"

After just collecting data from the mist, Tang Meng voluntarily used the wizard's "mental inheritance" to transmit the disjointed daily life seen in the mist from her mind, excluding some privacy, to the others.

Fu Qingjun also looked on curiously, watching Tang Meng's memory.

In the picture, Tang Meng woke up from a drunken stupor, hearing the noise downstairs.

She found out it was an emergency evacuation broadcast.

"What's going on!!!" She hurriedly packed her things, wanting to go downstairs to catch the last group of evacuees, but mutation happened.

Downstairs was...

An attack.

A terrifying mutant creature attack.

Swarms of rats, cockroaches, flies... poured from the filthiest corners of the city.

Even some humans also mutated, with eyes glowing red like a beast, moving at super speed, slaughtering madly, scaring everyone into a frenzy.

"It's Li Kang!"

"What's happening to him?"

"Ah! He said that last night while sleeping, he vaguely heard something terrifyingly evil and twisted whispering madly in the darkness near his ear... and this morning?"

...

At that moment, Tang Meng witnessed an unforgettable scene of the apocalypse beginning.

That mentally distraught man, whose skin tore like cloth into strips, with countless fresh red tumors swelling out, transforming into a Green Giant-like form, as if he was a cultist infected by the Evil God, shouting unknown, sickly eldritch languages not belonging to this planet or mankind, continuously attacking people on the convoy.

Seeing that monster attacking madly, she was too scared to go downstairs.

She quickly blocked and nailed all doors and windows to prevent those flesh-eating mutated insects from getting in and hid.

Seeing this scene, Tang Meng was stunned, "Isn't this the scene when the apocalypse first began?"

"Indeed," said the head mage.

"You are saying... the monsters in the mist, those attacking Emperor Grace, might be like Li Kang?" Tang Meng said in shock.

"Yes,"

This head mage earnestly said,

"What is the purpose of the mist? In fact, everyone understands it, to alienate insects and animals, making them go berserk, turning into some evil beings."

"And humans are intelligent, with strong spiritual power, though not instantly alienated like those animals... but still, some are mentally terrified, collapsing, receiving that evil whisper at night and turning into terrifying monsters attacking mankind."

"Many great shamans from the survivors' camp also perished this way."

"So, we wonder, where did those mutated creatures go? Did they develop intelligence? Their so-called infection, could it possibly be a form of inheritance from some indescribable being, making them its servants?"

Everyone kept thinking.

"Inheritance is indeed there, look at Li Kang, muttering mysterious ancient archaic languages not belonging to this planet... it's enough to prove he inherited the language, and if even the language is inherited, could... it also mean inheriting a cultivation system?"

Everyone got goosebumps.

Does it mean those infected creatures have started cultivating again?

Indeed, looking back, it was an early sign.

In other words, this is a "zombie tide," with zombies continuously infecting other creatures, and the top-tier infected have possibly started cultivating, building their own zombie civilization.

Just like some post-apocalyptic tales, the Zombie King, with intelligence, becomes a new species.

In other words, the entire Earth is indeed facing some kind of ancient evil influence, as suspected, assimilating all living beings on the planet.

"If that's truly the case, it's troublesome..."

Tang Meng took a deep breath, "In other words, Princess Grace died at the hands of some of Earth's mutated servant creatures, not necessarily humans opening intelligence, but possibly evil mutated insects and rats... They've already begun cultivation, with their levels not low."

Servants... creatures?

Fu Qingjun's expression turned serious, as he continued analyzing and indeed began to understand some truths of the mist apocalypse.

"Like me, I too can develop servants... It turns out, I have become a specific member of the 'Cthulhu Evil God' race invading Earth?"

That's why I can develop a servant kingdom.

Because I am also the head of evil gods...

He squinted his eyes, touching the ancient ship in his hand, continually contemplating as if grasping something, "The owner of the ancient ship, on some parallel Earth, was attacked by some terrifying Demon God in the mist, the ancient ship became fragmented, escaping to other times and spaces, but also got tainted with evil aura?"

So, having received the ancient ship's inheritance from some Earth, I too became infected with the aura from the ancient ship...

And thus became that evil species...

No!

It should be in those countless crazy cycles over the years, feeling like dying repeatedly, on the brink of life and death, simultaneously integrating the righteous inheritance of the ancient ship and the evil inheritance of the Evil God.

I mutated.

Fusing characteristics of both sides, so I can develop servants...

"No wonder, I felt that the mist shared a similar aura with me." When Fu Qingjun started researching his hair, he felt his ability was very evil...

"Also, in some aspects, it indirectly confirmed a hypothesis! As long as becoming my servant, with my hair implanted, organisms like Tang Meng.... won't go insane in the mist."

"Because she is already my servant, naturally incapable of being infected by other Evil Gods."

The Mayan Civilization, with billions of people, not a single Mayan went mad like the humans in the survivors' camp, constantly being overtaken by darkness, is enough to prove...

Fu Qingjun squinted, "However, my mutation seems strange! The trait is in the hair.... and nobody discovered they were infected, without that evil aura, it's very stealthy."

"Also, I don't know how strong this unknown evil god invading this Earth within the multiverse is?"

Fu Qingjun's mind also turned into a mess. Hmm.... a balding Evil God versus an unknown Evil God?

Wait...

Even if not strong, it shouldn't be something I can beat...

So, I still get blown up once, gather information, and make a comeback in another world? Continuously using this place as a battlefield?

He thought about it, feeling that some things were clarified, yet many remained unknown.

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