Post-Apocalyptic Dispatch Society
State your farewell, stash your resources, and sharpen your blades, for it's the age of apocalypse. Technological worlds, fantasy worlds, mythical worlds, cultivation worlds, etc. all face an apocalypse these days. But this isn't natural. Having suffered in a looping apocalypse for 48 lifetimes, Rhizen establishes an intergalactic force to clean up all apocalyptic worlds, vowing to destroy the ender of everything, the Grade-3 System...Apocalypse! To stand against it were the band of broken heroes, once pitiful souls, but now grouped as vengeful victims, naming themselves… The Post-Apocalyptic Dispatch Society!
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"This is indeed troublesome." The Fornol Empress stared in all seriousness, curling up the scroll as she handed it over to a minister, getting up as she relayed her command, "Prepare my wagon. I'm personally heading there to see for myself."
"But your Majesty," Lortwick said in fluster, "It's dangerous. There are threatening entities along the way."
"I'll be fine." The Fornol Empress said casually, staring at Luncress who stood behind her, "Luncress will be accompanying me. With him around, I won't be in danger."
"I'm ready to leave whenever, your majesty." Luncress bowed in response, "More than a hundred of my strongest Hoil Bees will accompany us. That's enough power to take down a town."
"Lead the way, Lortwik." The Fornol Empress stared at Luncress' son, "Unless you're too injured to move."