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!
Lake of Viciousness
"Commander Geccha, you should make a trip to the capital as soon as possible." Yihan urged him, "I'm currently on a mission. So, I don't have time to waste here. If another army were to attack during my absence, you're doomed."
"Then…" Geccha hesitated for a moment before wising up as he bowed in response, "Please help me, my Lord. I request your service."
"Take this." The crow interjected, spitting out a rod that grew in size.
Curious, Geccha grabbed hold of it, startled to see one end of the rod emitting thrust like a rocket, creating enough force to lift him up easily, causing him to shout in a fluster, "My Lord, this is?"
"It will bring you to the capital the fastest." The crow said, "Do you have any means to prove your identity?"
"Yes, I have it with me." Geccha said, taking out a medal, "Having this medal is enough proof."