“Apocalypse Forecast” Chapter 79: She is in the Gacha!

In an instant, the white rainbow became a bridge, utilizing the connection between Dagon and the Rancher to forcibly forge a path to the coordinates of the |Blissful Paradise|.
Since the start of the war, the Sublimators who had been waiting for this moment appeared on the bridge, and countless figures ran across the long bridge. Toward the Blissful Paradise at the end of the long rainbow.
Charge!
At this moment, not limited to a single sea area, various battles of all sizes between the |People of Pure Return| and the Social Security Bureau began in every coastal city.
Even if you maintain the upper hand, you cannot solve every problem.
To keep defending is to keep waiting for the enemy's attack. If that is the case, it is better to invade the enemy's stronghold!
—Rush into the Blissful Paradise!
“Understood. I’m going too.”
The girl known as |Baiteizi| shook the water off her body, raised her arm to let a pigeon that had descended from the sky land on it, and waved at |Yan Qingge| with great enthusiasm.
“I’ll be right back!”
Saying this, she turned around and headed toward the rainbow, disappearing into the |multitude| of figures.
“Don’t get lost!”
Whether Yan Qingge’s voice reached her or not.
There was no telling what kind of distorted space-time location Baiteizi would end up in, or how many hours she would warp ahead while rushing on her way. Her sense of direction was at a world-shaking level of incompetence.
Usually, even if she took the wrong path, the pigeon would warn her with its chirping so she would be fine, but if she got lost in the Blissful Paradise, it would be the end of the line!
Surely her lack of direction couldn’t be that bad... right?
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And in New Sea, the shouting had subsided.
The place where the |Ryuma| Building once stood was now a ruin, and among the debris of the building, piles of corpses of frontier exotic species scattered their bodily fluids into the dust and mud.
Multiple colors mixed together, emitting a foul stench.
The last remaining fanatics had given up on breaking through the siege and escaping; under the guidance of an old priest, they surrounded a large, chipped bronze mirror and prayed intently.
The sound of the prayers grew louder and louder.
Until the sound of gunfire rang out.
The priest who had been standing in front of the bronze mirror fell backward. A hole had been pierced through his chest, and blood was spraying from his chest and mouth.
Director |Dian| expressionlessly changed his magazine, kicked a screaming fanatic, and looked down at the priest’s distorted face. Facing death, his lips were still moving, weakly leaking words of prayer.
Director Dian sneered.
“Are you still waiting for God’s miracle?”
“There is no place... where there is no miracle...”
“What a coincidence,” Director Dian said coldly. “There is a miracle here too. A 125mm one at that.”
From behind Director Dian, the sound of steel crushing rubble could be heard. With a roar, a giant tank entered the ruins, and its black gun barrel moved slowly, aiming at the surviving fanatics.
Director Dian turned around and waved his hand.
“Send those idiots to heaven!”
“You will... regret it... because of the things you have done...”
In the pool of blood, the priest said, his face twisted with resentment.
“Soon, you will see the descent of the Holy Spirit with your own eyes...”
Bang!
The roar of the cannon echoed, and everything returned to ashes.
“Anyway, it’s over.”
Director Dian searched his pockets, took out a cigarette case and a nicotine patch, threw the nicotine patch away, and searched the cigarette case.
“Fine, one for the celebration, just one...”
Director Dian lit the cigarette with satisfaction. When he looked up and exhaled the smoke, he saw black clouds slowly rising from the distant sky.
In the northeast direction.
Director Dian was startled and subconsciously calculated the distance. Could it be... somewhere near the Special Affairs Bureau?
As Director Dian panicked, one after another, pillars of smoke rose from the earth like black columns. The increasing pillars of black clouds were not blown away by the strong wind, but stood between heaven and earth, gradually surrounding the entire city.
|Ai Qing|, who was beside Director Dian, stared at the sky.
“Was this what the ‘Ritual of the Field’ meant?”
The two heard screams behind them.
A large amount of thick smoke that gushed out from the destroyed bronze mirror, that is, an terrifying concentration of ‘Abyssal Stagnation’, instantly corroded the surrounding people and turned them into strange figures.
Before the ‘Abyssal Stagnation’ could spread, a gunshot from Ai Qing destroyed the bronze mirror. The countless scattered bronze fragments gathered in the air and spewed smoke again.
The mutated humans were swallowed into the bronze mirror while screaming, as if they were being pulled by the smoke.
In an instant, a knife appeared in Ai Qing’s hand. The golden light emitted from the knife drew a straight trajectory and pierced the gathered bronze mirror. The infinite light stored within the knife entered it, illuminating the fragmented world and the hellish, bloody scene.
It was as if a sun had appeared.
The frontier relic that had previously severely injured Faust broke at this moment. Following this, the light that had condensed into substance refracted and collided within the gathered mirror realm, and finally gathered in one place and exploded.
The bronze mirror floating in the air shook violently, turned a scorching red, and melted in an instant, with molten copper dripping down like rain.
At the final moment, anger and screams that were not human echoed from within.
A large, strange arm reached out from within and shattered the surrounding scenery like a broken mirror. In an instant, heaven and earth flipped, and everything vanished like a hallucination.
Director Dian was startled and instinctively looked to his side.
The wheelchair beside him was empty.
Ai Qing, who had been sitting there, was gone.
Even the two Sublimators were gone.
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Thirty minutes ago, in the prison on the second basement floor of the Special Affairs Bureau.
On the smartphone screen, the summoning movie glowed, and moving music played.
“SSR! SSR! SSR!”
|Huai Shi| stared at the monitor with wide eyes, his heart full of anticipation as he shouted.
Yes, Huai Shi was holding his own smartphone.
Not only was he connected to Wi-Fi, but he was lying on the bed all day playing games on his phone like he was at home, and since he had come into some money, he had become generous. After thinking about it all night, he stomped his feet and gritted his teeth, and finally spent thirty yuan on the game!
He had become a monthly pass user for the first time in his life.
Regardless of anything else, Huai Shi felt like he had suddenly become someone important.
Combining what he had saved up little by little until now with the twenty stones he got every day from the monthly pass, he had just enough for a ten-pull gacha. A few minutes before the Baiteizi pickup gacha ended, Huai Shi made up his mind and pressed the button.
And in the sparkle...
His smile gradually faded.
He pulled the gacha again and again, and finally, his hope vanished into the white clouds of the African sky.
“Why!”
Huai Shi collapsed onto the bed helplessly. It was a final farewell to the gacha Baiteizi-san. Huai Shi sobbed silently.
It was the only card he wanted.
Amidst the otaku’s wailing, Huai Shi suddenly heard footsteps coming down the stairs.
Two guards with stern expressions and batons arrived and headed straight for Huai Shi... or rather, the cell next to him.
“|Qi Yuan| is gone!”
An unfamiliar guard hit the prison bars with his baton and announced loudly.
Huai Shi, who had been lying on the bed, sat up abruptly and looked at them.
His brow furrowed.
From those two guards, he smelled a scent he knew well.
The smell of blood.
“Isn’t Mr. Li on duty today?”
Huai Shi asked, but there was no answer. Instead, he felt a cold murderous intent from the two guards, like a fish bone stuck in his throat.
Huai Shi realized, and then sighed.
“I wanted to serve my time here in peace.”
Huai Shi threw his phone.
While the phone was still in mid-air, the boy jumped up from the broken bed and dodged the fired bullets.
And then, an intangible axe flew from his burning palm toward the guards.
Whoosh! The axe cut through the air and severed the wrist of the guard who had pulled the trigger. Following that, a black rope extended and snatched the machine gun away.
Huai Shi landed, caught the machine gun, and pulled the trigger on the guard who had lost his weapon.
His head shattered.
Then Huai Shi clenched his fist tightly, trying to make |Ash of Calamity| well up... but nothing came out.
Huai Shi realized with embarrassment. His recent life had been peaceful and comfortable, eating, sleeping, and playing games, so he hadn't been able to accumulate any negative energy.
Without realizing it, his ability as a negative energy generator had dried up in his life of ease...
Is the life of a comfortable otaku really that terrifying!
Huai Shi hurriedly dodged the gunfire of the other guard and released his rope. The rope writhed like a snake, wrapped around the guard, and tied him up in an instant.
Huai Shi took out his axe and swung it with all his might at the bars. There was a sound of metal clashing, and a row of iron bars was cut. Huai Shi forced his way out of the cell and looked at the next cell.
He was worried that Qi Yuan might have been silenced.
But there was no blood flowing.
When he opened the prison door, a stern-looking jailer was respectfully prostrating at Qi Yuan’s feet, holding a jet-black fine wine high with both hands.
“You came?”
Qi Yuan looked up and saw Huai Shi. His face was completely different from what Huai Shi had imagined; he was shockingly gaunt, his eyes were bloodshot, and it looked as if he had been struggling in a nightmare for a long time.
“Fine, see me off.”
Qi Yuan picked up a small wine pot, smiled at Huai Shi, and drank it all in one gulp.
Huai Shi instinctively tried to snatch the wine pot with his rope, but he was too late. And a strong air current erupted.
It was as if a bomb had exploded inside Qi Yuan’s body.

Translator’s Note:
“Gacha” is written as “卡池” in Chinese, with the pinyin “Ka3chi2”, which means “card pool”. A clever translation!
But Baiteizi is inside the gacha of the smartphone game Huai Shi is playing...?! What on earth could this mean?! Look forward to the continuation! ヾ(*´∀｀*)ﾉ