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!
Rhizen's Plan
Swoosh!
In the vast emptiness of the void, space cracked as an injured figure rushed out of it in a hurry, gasping as he looked behind, closing the crack shut before his pursuers could pass through.
He sighed in relief, patting himself as he looked around, noticing a stretch of planets close by as he calmed down, muttering, "System, where is this place?"
<Ding!>
[Replying to Host, this place doesn't exist in the user database. Requesting permission to extract data.]
"Granted. Find out if this place is safe or not." The injured figure, a man wearing what seemed to be Taoist robes said, alert as he remained vigilant.
<Ding!>
A mysterious energy wafted out of his body as his System seemed to be scanning through the entire place. But suddenly, erratic messages popped up all of a sudden.
[Error! Error! Failure to scan Loca#i@n!]