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!
Overgrowth of Nature
One after another, the lids of the Pitcher Plants closed shut, trapping the creatures within. There was silence following that, as not even a squeak resounded, with everything happening within the pitcher enclosed tight, preventing any sound from emitting.
Gradually, the scent pervading through the air dissipated as the shelled creatures stopped moving, lingering within the ground, stopping right where they had been moving until then.
Following that, they remained still, unmoving like rocks. But what happened next stupefied the duo, for tiny saplings jutted out of the ground, emerging atop the shelled creatures.
The saplings resembled bamboo, growing at least a centimetre every hour. They varied from one to another, with some even growing as much as five centimetres every hour.
What was surprising was the fact that once the sapling reached a height of half a metre, it sprouted a flower, looking no different from the Pitcher Plant's, but was closed.