Chapter 60: Into a Post-Apocalyptic Superpower Novel, Day 12
Chapter 60: Into a Post-Apocalyptic Superpower Novel, Day 12
Chapter 60: Day 12 of Transmigrating into a Superpower Apocalypse Novel
The interior space appeared to completely sever some critical energy source sustaining their “life” and “reproduction”!
An Yi had an idea and collected another patch of unfrozen fungus.
Just as he’d suspected—the moment it entered the space, its writhing ceased entirely, and it went utterly inert.
It worked! His spatial ability could permanently seal them away.
Yet this discovery couldn’t turn the tide of battle—not now.
Collecting a sample demanded little mental effort, but gathering the entire underground fungal mat—constantly regenerating across vast expanses? With his mental energy nearly exhausted, that was pure fantasy.
The frozen world behind them shattered rapidly. The surging roar of fungus and the shrill hiss of insect swarms crashed back like a tidal wave—more ferocious than ever.
“Go! Go! Go!” Ji Zishi shouted repeatedly, unleashing lightning backward to slow the pursuers as much as possible.
The narrow passage forced all four to huddle tightly together as they fled for their lives.
Fortunately, An Yi’s freezing had bought them enough time. At last, a faint glow appeared ahead—the exit.
“We’re out!!” Old Cat, leading the charge, scrambled wildly out of the tunnel, yelling in elation.
The team waiting outside had already heard the frantic footsteps echoing up from below. Hearts pounding, they watched the four stumble out in disarray—and immediately opened fire with everything they had, blanketing the entrance and shredding the scattered insect hordes pouring after them.
“Use fire! Burn this damn place to the ground!” Ji Zishi ordered sharply.
Flamethrowers roared to life, blasting searing flames deep into the tunnel. Instantly, crackling explosions mingled with grating shrieks and the stench of burnt protein as thick, acrid smoke billowed outward.
Ji Zishi didn’t wait to assess the results. He grabbed An Yi—who was pale and swaying—and practically shoved him into the back seat of the nearest vehicle.
For a moment, the only sound inside the car was heavy, labored breathing.
An Yi leaned back against the seat, eyes closed, trying to recover his nearly depleted abilities and mental energy. His face remained pale.
He listened to the voices drifting in—and twitched the corner of his mouth.
“Damn! So strong!”
“So cool!!!”
“When did this An Yi guy even show up? Is he a new character? (Totally confused)”
“Was he in the plot before? I don’t remember him at all! (Frantically scratching head)”
“When did he join the Second Squad?”
“Did you notice? He has more than one power.”
“Nobody else noticed—but he’s got a spatial ability.”
“I scrolled back—he appeared briefly around Chapter 485, when Sister Weng joined the team. Just a background character, name-dropped once.”
“Thanks to the detective above.”
“He’s so strong—why doesn’t he join the main team?”
“He’s hiding his abilities… feels like he’s got secrets. With that setup and mysterious aura… hmm, could he be a hidden villain?”
“Xinji Zhi Wa has been rubbing your belly the whole time! Traits detected: Good-looking √, Strong √, Has secrets and hides them √, Keeps distance from main group √… Textbook hidden boss material! He’s gonna stir up something huge later!”
“(Angry) What are you planning? I’ll be watching you—always, always!!!”
“…”
An Yi let out a silent laugh. He’d become a villain again.
Nice analysis. Don’t analyze next time.
The thought was absurd.
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The convoy hadn’t moved far—just parked at a safe distance, weapons at the ready. The team watched the entrance nervously, still belching thick smoke, fingers tight on their triggers, refusing to relax.
But a chilling scene soon unfolded.
The flames in the tunnel gradually died down—yet that unsettling dark green began seeping out from the depths again, visibly accelerating.
The scorched fungal mat wasn’t destroyed. Instead, enraged, it writhed, multiplied, and surged forward even more violently than before!
It clung to blackened walls and floors—and wherever it spread, even concrete and metal corroded instantly under its highly acidic slime, hissing and crumbling away.
Worse still, beginning at the entrance, dark-green tendrils oozed from cracks in the square’s pavement—as if the fungus’s roots had already infiltrated deep underground.
“Cap… Captain! The fire’s too slow! This thing grows even faster!”
A team member reported. This mutated organism—unkillable, fire-resistant, endlessly regenerative, and corrosive—defied all their understanding.
Wherever the fungal mat spread, the area fell deathly silent. Nothing grew—not even microbes survived. All were devoured, assimilated, leaving only the stench of decay.
If left unchecked… what would happen to the world?
No one dared contemplate it. This was an ecological catastrophe far more terrifying than zombies or mutated beasts—one capable of consuming the entire planet.
“We can’t let that happen!” Ji Zishi slammed his fist onto the hood, his expression grim, his gaze unyielding.
After a brief rest, An Yi’s complexion had improved slightly—but the furrow between his brows remained deeply etched.
He nodded, his sharp eyes scanning the ever-expanding fungal front: “Exactly. We must contain it before it spreads further. My ice ability can temporarily suppress its activity—and buy time for reinforcements.”
“Fire works too. Keep burning—stop it from spreading!” Ji Zishi issued rapid orders, then frowned at An Yi.
“Thanks for your hard work. Rest first. Only freeze within your limits—if you feel off, pull back immediately. Safety first!”
Ji Zishi contacted base to request maximum support. A reply came swiftly.
The First Squad—led by Ji Qin herself—was the nearest unit and would arrive shortly.
Orders were executed without delay.
Team members rotated forward, using diverse abilities to block the fungus’s advance, while flamethrowers burned relentlessly.
An hour later, An Yi stepped up to the front line again.
This time, he didn’t unleash a massive blast. Instead, he precisely froze the leading edge of the fungal spread—layer upon layer of ice barriers.
This conserved his mental energy and extended his endurance.
He also discovered the fungus could be frozen to death—but required repeated freezing of the exact same spot to fully eradicate it.
Not worth the effort.
Meanwhile, he quietly activated his spatial ability once more. Each time he froze a small area, his mind instantly locked onto it—and absorbed it into his space.
Each absorption meant total elimination of that portion of the fungus. It was a mere drop in the bucket compared to the overall growth rate—but something was better than nothing.