Apocalypse Forecast-Chapter 616 - 513 My Turn, Draw a Card!_2
It was like a newbie joining a group chat and instantly seeing 999+ messages, or someone buying a second-hand laptop for eighty yuan, opening QQ, and getting bombarded with hundreds of video pop-ups, or leaving the house at 7:30 AM and hitting Yi Zhou’s morning rush hour. If Huai Shi’s capacity for information intake hadn’t been above average, aided by the Book of Fate, he would have exploded on the spot.
Even so, Huai Shi began to foam at the mouth, and black spots appeared before his eyes. His Soul was overloaded, and his Stigma was on the verge of losing control.
Countless voices rose and fell in his ears.
’Young man, would you like to add me as a friend?’, ’Sir, do you need any services?’, ’You can trust the Bronze Eye.’, ’The first Abyss Border casino is now online!’, ’Hello, I am the son of Leviathan, currently stranded in the Middle East. I urgently need Source Substance for a hundred people to get home. Once I inherit Leviathan’s throne, I’ll make you my Crowned.’, ’Damn Chu Hai, get the hell out!’, ’Could we have some privacy, please? Thank you.’, ’Hello, do you have a moment to learn about our Heaven Father Savior Ranch Owner?’, ’High-paying job offer for male PR, pay settled daily.’...
Amidst the piercing alarms, Huai Shi opened his mouth and spewed out a mouthful of blood.
Subconsciously, he raised his hand and pressed it on the Book of Fate, writing down the first recruitment criterion:
"Exclude all Source Substance records outside of Resonance responses, including threatening tribes listed on the Ivory Tower’s blacklist."
Those who aren’t applying can get the hell out!
Instantly, with the shielding of the Summon Dragon Flute Matrix, the noise halved.
Huai Shi finally took a breath but still felt dizzy. He quickly wrote down a second criterion: "Exclude all Abyss Clan with existing loyalty."
The Sky’s Command of the Soloist possessed uniqueness; if he wasn’t the object of their loyalty, then no matter how powerful the Abyssal Tribes were, he wouldn’t gain any Correction Value from them.
No point in keeping them.
Following the release of Huai Shi’s second criterion, the countless cacophonous voices paused for an instant and were reduced by more than half again.
Immediately after, Huai Shi wrote down the third criterion:
"Exclude all large-scale Abyss Hordes."
If a tribe had grown to such an extent that it already had an Owner of the Great Mob, it no longer had any value for cultivation. What Huai Shi needed was not to have everything resolved in one step, but the process of growing from nothing.
The chaotic messages began to decrease at breakneck speed!
Fourth criterion: "Exclude all responses that involve a Blood Sacrifice condition."
This time, thousands more were cut.
Huai Shi’s consciousness gradually returned to clarity, but faced with the remaining complicated Resonances, he was still at a loss as to where to begin. The remaining number was still incredibly large!
But this time, the Stigma of the Soloist autonomously went into action. A miracle hidden deep in Huai Shi’s Soul connected to the Book of Fate, took control of the Summon Dragon Flute Matrix on its own, and then shielded at least three-quarters of the responses.
Clearly, under the Soloist’s senses, these were Abyssal Tribes that didn’t possess developmental potential or had little Correction Value to earn.
This time, only a little more than four hundred remained...
Huai Shi lifted his eyes and glanced at the time. Half an hour had passed, and he had another hour and a half to make his selection.
But in reality, the faster, the better.
Every minute and every second the Summon Dragon Flute was activated, it consumed a large amount of Source Crystals—in just half an hour, at least sixty million US Dollars’ worth had already been burned!
He pondered for a moment, then began to think about his needs from the Abyssal Tribes. Quickly, he clarified his thoughts.
Firstly, no bizarre-looking ones. Otherwise, summoning a bunch of Tentacle monsters or indescribable things would be unbearable for him.
Then, none that were too troublesome or had too many demands. Otherwise, would he be acting as a leader or a lackey?
Finally, since he wasn’t planning on a one-off deal, the more like-minded, the better—
The moment his thoughts took shape, a burst of light surged in the vast matrix before him. Unexpectedly, an Abyssal Tribe that perfectly matched his specifications couldn’t wait to respond to his summons.
As the light dispersed, a pair of defiant, ice-blue eyes emerged from the darkness. It had classic black and white coloring, a wicked smirk at the corner of its mouth, and an imposing aura that was overwhelming.
After howling at Huai Shi, the Abyss Species, which resembled a certain sled dog, approached the edge of the platform with agile steps, sniffed around, and then, in full view of Huai Shi, lifted a hind leg...
BEEP!
Huai Shi pressed the button in front of him without expression, banishing it back to the Abyss.
Goodbye!
He had really had enough of this damn thing!
Anything would do, even a group of green-skinned Goblins would be fine, but absolutely not dogs!
Then, with a burst of light, a green-skinned Goblin clad only in a tattered cloth jumped out of the summoning circle...
BEEP!
Huai Shi pressed the button again.
He changed his mind; Goblins wouldn’t do either!
And then, the light shone again. A tantalizingly hot silhouette slowly emerged. A high-heeled shoe stepped onto the altar. Accompanied by a soul-consuming moan, a young woman with an explosive figure, wearing a revealing three-point bikini, walked out of the summoning circle. Her seductive and sweet face lifted to look at Huai Shi, her cheeks flushed with excitement. She opened her mouth, licked her lips, and before she could speak...
BEEP!
Huai Shi hit the button without expression, banishing her.
Not only was there not a single ripple in his heart, but he also felt like laughing—stinky girl, who are you trying to seduce? Did you really think this was a brothel? Scram, girl!
The light shone once more.
"Mortal, who summons the great—"
BEEP!
"This revered lord, I am an Abyss Idol Intern, skilled at singing—"
BEEP!
"You son of a bitch, you’re my—"
BEEP!
"You—"
BEEP!
This time, Huai Shi was too quick on the draw, banishing them without even a clear look. Just as he was feeling a tinge of regret, the light from the summoning circle brightened once again.
"Little Cat Paradise, honest business, urgently hiring... FUCK, how come it’s you again?"
The familiar figure in a mascot costume saw Huai Shi and reacted as if seeing a ghost. Without waiting for Huai Shi to react, it came straight over and slammed the banishment button.
It ran off!
And faster than before!
Huai Shi couldn’t even curse. Mother-selling bastard—after all, we worked together for so long! You could at least offer some support, yet you flee so damn fast! Do you have no conscience at all?!
He could only rage helplessly.
After encountering such an unreliable bunch one after another, he had started to despair about the Summon Dragon Flute’s promotional channels.
Are there really no normal Abyssal Tribes out there looking for a job? 𝐟𝕣𝕖𝐞𝐰𝕖𝚋𝐧𝗼𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝗰𝐨𝐦
Just as Huai Shi was beginning to question his life, the summoning circle lit up again...
