Apocalypse Gachapon

Earth, Cloud Peak.

“How long has Boss been gone?”

Little Tiger, Young Master Yun, Tonghu, Ah Yang, and a few others were gathered together, each holding a bottle of strong liquor and a golden-brown roasted beast leg. They ate, drank, and chatted while gazing at the sky.

“Almost a month.”

Ah Yang took a swig of liquor, letting the burning sensation slide down his throat into his stomach.

In terms of age, he was still young. In peaceful times, drinking—especially this kind of strong liquor—would have gotten his backside beaten black and blue by his parents. But in the apocalypse, he was already a battle-hardened core member of the top faction in the country and the leader of a powerful combat team.

Right now, though, he was just like the others—red-faced, reeking of alcohol, and staring blankly at the sky, missing their Boss.

They all knew that at any moment, their level-eight evolved physiques would metabolize the alcohol, snapping them out of this tipsy state and forcing them to face a slew of frustrating problems again.

“Things were better when Boss was here. Even if he went to North America, the northwest, or even the secret realm, we still had a backbone. Other factions had to behave themselves—no one dared mess with Cloud Peak because plenty of people had already set an example by going to hell. Provoking Cloud Peak is just asking for trouble.”

Young Master Yun’s outfit was no longer the non-mainstream style he used to wear. A fitted set of golden battle armor made his already handsome appearance even more striking.

“And you think that’s changed now?”

Little Tiger smirked, his natural arrogance radiating off him.

Ye Zhongming had indeed been gone for nearly a month, having left from West Asia. But through analysis and covert intelligence gathered by Chameleon, Cloud Peak had basically confirmed that most of the country’s level-nine evolved had also left.

When Ye Zhongming was here, Cloud Peak was the undisputed number one. Now that he was gone, they still were.

After all, they still had Mo Ye. As for other factions, rumors said they now had level-nine evolved, too, but no concrete information had leaked—even Chameleon couldn’t uncover anything. The only certainty was that someone had spun a level-nine wheel on the grasslands once, and nothing had been taken from it.

Since all rewards on a level-nine wheel were unique except for evolution potions, that meant someone had obtained a level-nine potion.

But Cloud Peak wasn’t too concerned because their focus wasn’t even on that.

“I always thought Sister Lei’s decision was a little crazy.” Tonghu was actually older than Xia Lei, but he got along so well with Little Tiger, Young Master Yun, and the others that he called her “Sister Lei” too. The first time he did it to her face, he nearly gave her a stroke.

“That wasn’t just Sister Lei’s decision. It was first proposed by Sister Lei, Sister Hong, and Chuyin—three crazy women. Sister Xia Bai definitely supported it. What surprised me was that even Sister Ye, Sister Rong, Master Le, Brother Shengyuan, and Sister Xiuying all agreed. Later, Guang Yao, that guy, and even Tang Tian all voted in favor too.”

Little Tiger was still amazed. A plan that insane—him agreeing wasn’t unexpected, but even steady guys like Guang Yao, Tang Tian, and Shengyuan had gone along with it. No doubt about it, they were all a bunch of lunatics.

As for Namei, Gan Lan, and others, though they were core members, they were still a tier below and had no say in major decisions.

“Honestly, I don’t think it’s that big a deal.” Ah Yang spoke while recalling his sister’s unusual behavior after Boss left.

Ah Yang knew his sister had feelings for Boss, but he also knew it was a hopeless dream. Forget that Boss already had Sister Lei, Chuyin, and Miya—even if another woman climbed into Boss’s bed, it’d be someone like Sister Ye, Sister Xiuying, or even peripheral core members like Sister Shasha. Even their ironclad ally, Deacon Water, might get involved. There were even rumors that Commander Mu wanted an alliance marriage between their resistance zone and Cloud Peak. Who knew? Maybe one day Mu Xinfei, that stunning beauty, would become another “Boss’s woman.”

But from his sister, Ah Yang saw a mental state shared by many after Boss left.

Especially among Sister Lei and the other women.

On one hand, they worried something might happen to Boss up in space. After all, it was an unknown realm, and he was facing the terrifying “aliens”—the Universal Races. Worse, Boss couldn’t take his equipment with him, and even Yellow Ball and the others hadn’t gone. For Boss’s women—or those who wanted to be—or even those who just wanted him alive to keep sleeping with women, the anxiety and unease were no less intense than acute menopause syndrome.

On the other hand, even if Boss was fine, these women—no, not just the women, even guys like Guang Yao—felt the strategy Boss had left behind was too conservative. Defending? Cloud Peak defending? That was like locking a tiger in a cage!

After Xia Lei proposed her idea, one by one, the eligible core members were convinced. After a day and night of analyzing the country’s situation, their own strength, available resources, and future trends, they voted unanimously to abandon the conservative strategy Ye Zhongming had left behind and instead launch a war so insane that even now, Little Tiger and the others couldn’t believe it.

Unify the country!

Scary, right? But that wasn’t all. There was an expansion plan.

Then unify Asia!

Done? No. There was still a contingency plan.

The ultimate goal? Unify… the entire planet.

In history, whether it was the mighty Roman Empire, the unified Qin Dynasty, the Mongol cavalry that swept across Eurasia, or even the self-proclaimed “empire on which the sun never sets,” none had ever accomplished one thing: unifying the entire planet.

Now, a group of lunatics led by one crazy woman aimed to achieve this feat—no, not a feat, a miracle—never before accomplished in human history.

Could they pull it off? Honestly, even though Little Tiger, Tonghu, Yun Shao, and the others had all roared and voted with all four limbs in favor, if asked now whether they had confidence, they wouldn’t sound convincing. They wouldn’t even dare to say—Yes boldly!

But Cloud Peak’s higher-ups had still made this decision—and even set a deadline.

Fifteen years.

They planned to unify Earth in just fifteen years.

“F*cking insane.” Little Tiger muttered before tilting his head back and downing the remaining half-bottle of liquor. Then he stood up. At the foot of the hill where he stood, Cloud Peak’s cavalry stood in solemn formation.

Five kilometers ahead was the Thousand Beast Villa.

They were Cloud Peak’s allies.

But under this mad plan, Cloud Peak was destined to walk alone.

Little Tiger was waiting for an order—attack or retreat.

Far away, at Cloud Peak Villa, a meeting that would decide the fate of many was being chaired by Xia Lei. The agenda had only one item:

Those who oppose us shall perish!