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!
World Within Origin Space?
'If she's here, then he…' Feleokruna stared at the sea, watching a figure fly out of it immediately, sighing as she felt a headache, "Of course, he's here."
"Xuna, are you alright?" Yihan arrived before her, holding a large shield in his hand while asking in concern.
"Nothing that cannot be healed." Xuna showed her injuries healing rapidly as she stared at the worm-like entity, alarmed, "What the heck is this?"
She then shouted at Feleokruna, "Did Luncress make this?"
"He and his family are the only ones with the power to create monsters."
"Of course not." Feleokruna snapped back, "His monsters need to eat the nectar he produces to survive. So, they cannot go rouge…"
'Shit!' Feleokruna glared at Xuna in anger, for she revealed Luncress' weakness. As the weakness extended to his entire family, it meant that the enemy now were aware of the weak point for all the monsters the Turman Duke Household rears.