Apocalyptic Wasteland Simulator-Chapter 311 - 306: Battle Again

The dark Chen Pingchuan felt a secret delight, yet his face remained serious.

"I know of a ritual, but it requires a small price. Perhaps only then can we defeat him."

He mentally calculated how to corrupt and transform the two women. No matter how the island's natives were modified, the highest they could reach was the strength of a level-seven powerhouse. But these two women… if they cooperated with the transformation, perhaps…

On the beach, Chen Pingchuan was completely unaware of his dark counterpart's conspiracy. He was immersed in his own thoughts, attempting to find a clear thread from the tangle of chaotic clues.

Time slipped by quietly in the whispers of the waves, and the simulator's cooldown was gradually ending.

"The stars are out, but there is no moon."

Chen Pingchuan lay on a large rock, watching the sky. For a moment, he started to miss home again.

It had been over four years since he'd come to this world. While his old life hadn't been great, it had at least been stable. But ever since acquiring the simulator, he was constantly on the move, meeting many different people along the way. Though not much time had passed, he felt like he had lived through an eternity. And in a way, he had.

Finally, the notification that the simulator's cooldown had ended sounded in Chen Pingchuan's mind. He took a deep breath, flipped to his feet, and stood up.

"The sooner this ends, the better. The longer it takes, the more variables will appear."

"Time to get to work!"

Chen Pingchuan didn't act as recklessly as before. Instead, he cautiously planned his route based on the experience from the last simulation, deciding to first avoid areas where ambushes might occur.

Several hours later, because the target locked by Chen Pingchuan's "Just a Bit Faster Than You" skill had expired, it still took him hours to arrive outside the Divine Hall, even at full speed. The appearance of the Divine Hall was the same as yesterday, without any change.

Chen Pingchuan carefully pushed the door open.

This time, his advance was unnervingly smooth. He met no resistance and heard no sound, to the point it felt suspicious. The air was terrifyingly still.

Damn it. They must have a nasty surprise waiting for me up ahead.

Chen Pingchuan rarely cursed. Before, he had been more like a god looking down on mortals; now, he was more like a man full of passions and desires.

When Chen Pingchuan arrived at the mirror space again, it was still a vast expanse of white. The only difference was what lay before him: two huge, black spheres floating in the air, each containing the silhouette of a person.

Chen Pingchuan took a closer look. The two silhouettes were clearly Lilia and Lu Jiaojiao. Their faces were contorted, and a nauseating black mist emanated from them. Something was clearly wrong.

"Lilia? Lu Jiaojiao?" Chen Pingchuan softly called their names.

"Hmph, Chen Pingchuan, stop pretending!"

"When you abandoned them back then, you should have considered the consequences. To be honest, sometimes I don't even know who is truly evil. It feels like you, the manifestation of humanity, are even more wicked than me."

As Chen Pingchuan was observing the two, the figure of the dark Chen Pingchuan appeared on the other side of the passage. He looked the same as yesterday; the only difference was his clothes. He wasn't wearing yesterday's combat suit. It seemed that suit was even more valuable than he had imagined.

"So, this is your goal? To threaten me with them and make me surrender? You should know that's impossible," Chen Pingchuan probed, uncertain of his opponent's true purpose.

But the dark Chen Pingchuan simply waggled a finger, gesturing that he was wrong.

"No, no, no, you're wrong. They are far more valuable than you can imagine."

"Of course, now is not the time to talk about them. Let's continue yesterday's topic. I still don't understand, what do you gain by killing me? In the end, you'll still be killed by that divine one. Why can't you join forces with me?"

Just as the dark Chen Pingchuan was about to continue his rambling, Chen Pingchuan suddenly summoned two weapons from his storage space and hurled them toward Lilia and Lu Jiaojiao.

The dark Chen Pingchuan's face changed as he cursed inwardly.

Damn it! How did he know I was stalling for time? Just one more day, and I could have transformed them into level-eight Dark Polluters. In another week, I could have raised them to late-stage level-eight powerhouses! If I had enough time, given their talents, it might even be possible to create a level-nine powerhouse!

While the dark Chen Pingchuan was seething with internal rage, Chen Pingchuan had already seized the initiative.

"Just a Bit Faster Than You."

"Sleight of Hand."

The next moment, a pitch-black longsword brimming with berserk energy appeared in Chen Pingchuan's hand. It was the same Pollution Sword from yesterday—any weapon that clashed with it would be corrupted and corroded, turning into a pile of scrap metal.

"What did you do? You are definitely not Humanity! He wasn't this powerful!" the dark Chen Pingchuan exclaimed, shocked and angry, the surprise on his face beyond words.

He had originally thought the opponent's talent could only be used once every few days, but once a day? That was simply impossible. Furthermore, the way his opponent had taken his combat suit and weapon went beyond the scope of a mere talent. That was the power of cosmic laws, something only a god could master.

Although the dark Chen Pingchuan summoned shadow creatures to block the two weapons, they were quickly destroyed by Chen Pingchuan. It was no easy feat for him to create these shadow creatures, even as an embodiment of extreme evil, and in just a few short days, Chen Pingchuan had eliminated over ninety percent of them. He no longer dared to summon his minions to block Chen Pingchuan.

"In that case, don't blame me."

"You forced my hand! Come forth, my Extreme Evil Messengers!"

As the dark Chen Pingchuan's voice faded, the enormous black spheres floating in the air began to tremble violently. Black mist roiled like boiling ink as two figures slowly emerged from within—it was the completely corrupted Lilia and Lu Jiaojiao. Their eyes flickered with an eerie light, and a dense, dark aura swirled around them, their power now a level above what it was before.

Lu Jiaojiao's form had become more agile, her speed so great she left afterimages in the air. A blade condensed from dark energy had somehow appeared in her hand, radiating a chilling presence. Lilia, meanwhile, levitated in mid-air, her long hair whipping about wildly. Her telekinesis was now powerful enough to warp the very space around her, and countless black energy spikes orbited her body, poised to tear their prey apart.

"Kill him!"