Apocalypse Gachapon

Chapter 1611: Earth King Wheel open



“Why isn’t it enough?!” Ths chapter is updatd by Nove1Fire.net

Alamos reacted like a cat whose tail had been stepped on.

In his view, White Cave Crystals were among the most precious resources, if not the most precious. Equipment and potions were valuable, but they couldn’t compare to White Cave Crystals—especially those below gold and purple grade.

He believed this deal heavily favored Ye Zhongming.

Ye Zhongming shrugged.

“There’s no pricing bureau here. You’re the one asking for my help, so I set the terms. If we were friends, maybe we could negotiate. But we’re not.”

Alamos was left speechless.

He was the one who had sought out Ye Zhongming for this trade. The leverage wasn’t his.

White Cave Crystals might be as miraculous as he claimed, but Ye Zhongming wasn’t desperate for them. This was a seller’s market—the final price was up to the seller.

Of course, Alamos could refuse outright. With his gene-enhanced forces, Ye Zhongming wouldn’t dare attack him.

But… he couldn’t walk away.

He knew his own situation too well. He needed those equipment and potions to build a high-level evolved army.

Because… he had nowhere left to go.

After crossing the Bering Strait, Alamos had gone to a pre-established outpost just over 70 kilometers east of the strait.

But when he arrived, he found only corpses—nothing intact, not even complete skeletons.

From the evidence, the attack had happened at least two months prior.

In the apocalypse, such things weren’t uncommon. A single level-eight lifeform or a mid-tier faction could easily wipe out a small outpost of fewer than a hundred people.

But then he found a message left by a loyal subordinate.

It detailed betrayal within his organization. His headquarters, all branch bases—everything he had painstakingly built—had been attacked and seized. His labs, his researchers, his research—all stolen.

For a man who once commanded power across this land, this was unacceptable.

Yet compared to when he’d left, every faction had grown stronger. Meanwhile, his own progress had stalled—first with the setback at Thousand Beast Villa, then struggles across Eastern Europe and West Asia. If not for the White Cave Crystals and the gene-enhanced forces they enabled, he might not have even made it home.

He had no confidence in retaking what had been stolen from him.

So, while strategizing, he thought of Ye Zhongming.

Back in China, he had thoroughly studied this man who had handed him defeat. He knew more about Cloud Peak than most Chinese factions did.

In his desperation, Alamos saw only one viable path: trade with Cloud Peak.

It was the fastest way to reclaim what he’d lost.

So he couldn’t afford to storm off in anger.

“Let’s be honest—I’m in a hurry to assemble a combat force. The gene-enhanced soldiers with White Cave Crystals are my core. I can’t give you more of them, but I can offer other things.”

Ye Zhongming nodded. “Let’s hear it.”

Suppressing his frustration at Ye Zhongming’s indifferent tone, Alamos considered, then pulled something from his spatial storage.

“This is something I obtained from the Mediterranean coast—the ‘Angry Sea Platform.'”

In his hand was a transparent case containing what looked like a miniature oil rig, glowing faintly blue.

“When placed in the ocean, it expands into a small platform about ten meters tall and twenty meters in diameter. It has multiple functions—hunting harpoons, luring sonar waves, reinforced defenses. Best of all, it’s modifiable. You can install weapons or equipment to adapt it for different uses.”

Ye Zhongming’s interest flickered. This could be useful for coastal bases.

Xiao Peng’s operations, though thriving, still relied heavily on support from the main base. Tools for oceanic exploration were scarce.

The Angry Sea Platform would be a valuable addition.

Seeing Ye Zhongming’s silent nod, Alamos continued, pulling out more items.

“I know you’re a skilled craftsman. These materials might interest you.”

Alamos clearly valued these less than the platform, but he hoped they’d appeal more to Ye Zhongming.

And they did. The materials weren’t top-tier, but they averaged around level seven—nothing to scoff at.

Ye Zhongming nodded again but remained silent. The message was clear: Still not enough.

“Don’t push it.”

“Should I repeat myself?”

Alamos took a deep breath, forcing calm. He produced a few more items, but Ye Zhongming rejected them outright.

Finally, after a long hesitation, Alamos pulled out…

A level-nine demon crystal.

“You can have this. But the hundred gene-enhanced soldiers drops to fifty.”

Before Ye Zhongming could respond, he added, “We’re both striving for nine-star evolution. You know how valuable this is.”

Ye Zhongming studied the crystal, then agreed.

Seven days later, the deal was done.

Alamos left with enough equipment and potions to arm five thousand men, heading in a different direction. Before departing, his gaze lingered on Ye Zhongming, filled with envy.

He never imagined a craftsman could be this formidable.

Producing five thousand sets of equipment—including a purple-grade piece—in just seven days? That wasn’t just skill. That was borderline supernatural.

Perhaps the only thing limiting this man was the scarcity of high-tier materials.

Thinking of the top-grade resources he’d handed over—and the equivalent-value high-level magic crystals when materials ran short—Alamos felt his heart bleed.

But at least he had what he needed. Now, all that remained was recruiting an army.

Ye Zhongming watched Alamos’s group vanish into the snowstorm, then turned his gaze elsewhere.

After nearly ten days of travel, their destination was finally within reach.

But just as Cloud Peak’s forces advanced the final few dozen kilometers, an explosion of light erupted from the mountain where the Mountain King Wheel awaited.

As dusk fell, the radiance lit up the horizon like a second sun—a beacon to all approaching evolved.

The Mountain King Wheel’s special space had opened.


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