Doomsday Wonderland

Chapter 1317: ‘Don’t Rob a Museum Again,’ Wu Lun Thought

In this narrow room, there echoed a deafening silence.

The low background noise on the phone turned into a lifeline in the roaring silence, allowing Lin Sanjiu to hold onto her sanity. She was scared to end the phone conversation. Regardless of what Han Jun had done or whether he still had his abilities, he was the only person in the world who could understand her current situation. Once the call ended, she feared the silence of this world would swallow her.

“You want to go back?” Han Jun laughed bitterly. “You still want to return to a life of drifting and uncertainty?”

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“I must go back,” Lin Sanjiu said slowly.

“Then I won’t persuade you anymore. Everyone has their own destiny.” He tried to joke, “It seems like you did pretty well before.”

Lin Sanjiu didn’t laugh.

“If it were me… if I could choose,” Han Jun’s voice weakened, and he didn’t finish his sentence, “When drifting in the doomsday universe, I always yearned for stability. Now that I have it, I’ve left my wife at home and am sitting alone in a fleeing car. I may never be able to show my face here again. How… how did this happen?”

Lin Sanjiu’s head buzzed, unable to take in his lament.

“You’re not stupid. Since you want to go back, you must have guessed the only way,” he said.

With Han Jun’s words, Lin Sanjiu felt Wu Lun suddenly lift her head. “You mean…” Her throat tightened like steel wire had grasped it. “To make this world…”

Han Jun fell silent. Even if he had abandoned his newlywed wife and fled alone to a faraway land, he still wouldn’t want his ordinary wife to face such a future.

Wu Lun nudged her elbow, and when she looked up, she saw Wu Lun mouthing “what” to her—this girl was extremely sensitive. Even though she couldn’t make out most of their conversation, she immediately realized that this ‘only way’ was quite serious.

“Since someone arrived in this world through random teleportation, it means that this world is also part of the doomsday world system, one of the human worlds destined for destruction. Here, there is an element that can cause the world’s destruction.”

Lin Sanjiu lowered her head, unsure if she was talking to Wu Lun, Han Jun, or herself. “Perhaps there is some force… suppressing it, suppressing this change, allowing the world that should have been destroyed to exist for so long. If this place also faces doomsday…”

She didn’t need to finish her sentence.

Wu Lun’s hand slipped from her arm.

“You can’t do it,” Han Jun said abruptly. “I advise you not to try. You are not the first posthuman to think this way, and I have even entertained such thoughts myself. And yet, this world still runs smoothly… what does that tell you? It means you cannot overthrow a vast and stable world with just one or two posthumans. Humans are adaptable creatures. Since we can adapt to the bizarre worlds of the doomsday, adapting to this modern society, which is essentially normal, is even easier. I advise you to accept reality sooner, make some money, and live a stable life. Besides… there are six or seven billion people in this world. Think about it.”

As soon as he finished speaking, he hung up the phone.

The surging, real silence flooded Lin Sanjiu like a tidal wave. It was only when she heard herself breathing heavily in her throat that she realized she wasn’t actually suffocating; she suddenly reached out and grabbed Wu Lun’s arm, clutching her tightly, feeling her chest gradually calm down.

“Ouch!” Wu Lun couldn’t pull her hand free and exclaimed, “You—”

Lin Sanjiu immediately let go, saying, “I’m sorry.”

Wu Lun said nothing, lowering her eyes and rubbing her wrist.

‘It’s impossible,’ she thought silently, looking at Wu Lun. That means the hot noodles, makeup counters, and her mother that this girl is familiar with will all be wiped out along with human society, and there are countless other girls like her. It’s impossible.

But if she doesn’t return to the doomsday world, she knows she won’t survive.

She had long realized that her mentality wasn’t normal. No one would cling so desperately and hopelessly to survival based on their connections with others. She thought she had walked out of the shadow of losing her parents, but that shadow had long become a part of her, filling her empty shell-like body and waiting to swallow her up.

“It’s okay, don’t worry,” she whispered softly, comforting her. “Your world will be fine; it won’t face doomsday.”

Wu Lun’s tightly clenched hands, with their knuckles turning white, loosened slightly at the words, and her cheeks regained some color.

“Besides, don’t you doubt the concept of a doomsday world?” Lin Sanjiu forced a bitter smile.

“I… I still maintain a skeptical attitude,” Wu Lun said, smoothing her wrinkled pajamas. “I’m just… looking at this issue with a questioning but not denying perspective.”

After a while, perhaps seeing Lin Sanjiu remained silent, she asked softly again, “So… what are you going to do now? Do you have to wait for the world to face doomsday before you can go home?”

“Even if someone is looking for me, I doubt they can find this place,” Lin Sanjiu said, taking out the thick stack of visas given to her by the grand prize. None of them had worked, and they were all wasted after teleporting. The grand prize hoped she would go to Twelve Worlds, clearly written on each visa, but she ended up here—a modern society where no one knew of its existence in the doomsday universe.

No, the grand prize would definitely use every means to find her. Anyone might give up after searching for a while, but only the grand prize wouldn’t. Thinking of this, Lin Sanjiu sat up straight. She had to be sure that the grand prize was on its way to find her; then she had to find a way to send out even a message.

In this world without a network, like a giant hand, every method she had was covered and blocked, but with evolved abilities and various Special Items, there were countless possibilities. She couldn’t do it herself, but others might be able to; even if they couldn’t, perhaps there would be a way when they joined forces.

As Silvan said, these posthumans were like many particles of scattered sand; if they struggled alone, they would gradually sink into this silent river, just like Han Jun. So, the first priority was to find other posthumans.

‘After all is said and done,’ she thought, smiling bitterly again. ‘I still have to find a way to make money to make advertisements.’