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!
New Powers
It had been a few hours since the Pitcher Plant King summoned all the birds and shelled creatures to the Pitcher Plant Forest. The pitchers whose lids had closed—after being filled to the brim with either the birds or the shelled creatures—now opened, revealing empty insides, save for a single entity within each.
In one of the pitchers was a humanoid entity, spanning a height of four metres, embedded into the inner walls of the pitcher, somewhat similar in appearance to the Pitcher Plant King's humanoid entity.
There was a third eye on its forehead, the eyeball of which resembled a kite, half covered with Nacre and the other half with corruption. The entity's eyes shot open as its body trembled, slowly taking a step forward as veins along the inner walls of the pitcher wriggled.