Chapter 138: The Final Moments (3)

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

Saturday, Day 140 of the Apocalypse Calendar, Saturday.

At ten in the afternoon, on a whim, Lu Ming climbed up his 400-meter high observation tower again after several days of absence.

He looked down from above at the entire city.

He could see that the Black Mist in the distance had already spread close. It was like an overwhelming curtain wall slowly but surely pressing towards Good Hope Village.

Below, in the other places surrounded by the Black Mist, Lu Ming saw zombies following the lead of higher-level zombies, entering the Black Mist Zone either willingly or passively.

There were exotic beasts hunting zombies along the way, feasting on them but inevitably being engulfed by the Black Mist.

Some monsters emerged from the Black Mist, wandering aimlessly and were shot in the head by Lu Ming’s slingshot.

And then there were people too.

They were from the official migration team.

Carrying their belongings like they were moving, they entered the Black Mist Zone under the arrangements of their superiors and would never return.

After descending from the observation tower, Lu Ming asked Wang Xiong curiously, “Has the relocation started?”

“Yes, it started yesterday,” Wang Xiong replied.

Since they would eventually be swallowed by the Black Mist, the others did not have the same motivation as Lu Ming, who could become stronger with each passing day.

So Huo Sheng simply arranged for the people to enter the Black Mist in batches.

Lu Ming did not express much about iit, but he was a little emotional during his afternoon nap.

He lamented about the Apocalypse life in Nanxiang City for the past 140 days.

He sighed again. His old house was finally going to leave him.

Day 141 of the Apocalypse Calendar, Sunday.

After completing his daily training this morning, Lu Ming was not in a hurry to practice the Explosive Fist.

He ascended the observation tower to look at the black mist.

He could see that the black fog had already spread to a place less than ten kilometers away from Good Hope Village.

This made Lu Ming sigh softly.

After returning home and looking at everything in the house, Lu Ming suddenly felt sentimental.

After lamenting for about ten minutes, Lu Ming began to take action…

He took out all the food stored in the basement of his house.

These would be given away free to Guangping Street gathering place and the officials.

He also gathered some usable supplies, such as fuel, metal, and so on.

Finally, Lu Ming stood in front of the desk on the second floor.

Looking at the computer and diary on the desk, Lu Ming thought for a moment then dismantled the computer and smashed the hard drive and motherboard into pieces.

He then picked up the diary.

As he flipped through it, what greeted his eyes was the bits and pieces of Lu Ming’s life in Nanxiang over the past 140 days.

While reading, Lu Ming could not help but smile.

After he had read through it completely, Lu Ming tore the diary into pieces.

It was like a farewell.

It was not just a farewell to the diary and this old house.

But also to say goodbye to his previous life and everything that had happened.

He went downstairs to the door.

“Click, click, click, click, click.”

After five clicks, the five locks were unlocked. Lu Ming walked out of the house and stood at the door. He saw that Zhang Chengcheng and Wei Lan had already packed their things and were waiting quietly in front of a military vehicle.

Lu Ming smiled warmly at the two women and came to their side.

Then, he turned around and sized up everything around him. After a long time, Zhang Chengcheng asked, “Are we leaving now, Brother Lu?”

Lu Ming nodded slightly.

Yes, they were leaving now.

But not heading directly into the Black Mist Zone right away.

Instead, they were heading towards the tower.

The contraction of the black mist was centered around the tower. In other words, the areas near the tower would be the last to be engulfed by the black mist.

Considering Lu Ming’s system characteristics, the later he entered the Black Mist Zone, the more advantages Lu Ming could establish.

Rationally and emotionally, Lu Ming had to stay in Nanxiang until the very last moment.

It was just that he really could not coexist with his house until the end….

Thinking of this, Lu Ming sighed again.

He stomped his feet gently.

As a result, the power of his feet traveled along the ground and transmitted to the foundation of the house.

Just then, there was a loud bang.

Lu Ming’s house had been destroyed by himself.

They boarded the military vehicle which started and drove towards the direction of the Holy Tower.

Wei Lan was the driver, and Lu Ming and Zhang Chengcheng sat in the back seat. Lu Ming’s weapons and other commonly used items were also in the trunk.

As for the other things, Wang Xiong and his men would bring them over later. What Lu Ming needed to do now was to find a temporary residence near the Holy Tower that he liked. As for the rest of the trivial matters, someone else would help Lu Ming resolve them.

The Holy Tower was located in a safe zone. The path to the Holy Tower had long been cleared.

About ten minutes later, Lu Ming arrived at the foot of the towering Holy Tower.

Looking up, he gazed at the Holy Tower.

It stood tall and majestic like a giant pillar supporting the sky.

Unfortunately, Lu Ming did not perceive any information from the Holy Tower.

“So, this thing only looks at levels and not actual strength.”

“Well, that’s fine too…”

The current Lu Ming did not want to have any intimate contact with this inappropriate thing.

It was also because of this that Lu Ming chose a new temporary residence in an office building slightly away from the Holy Tower.

He found a spacious and clean office.

Everything settled down again.

In the afternoon, Lu Ming spent a little time finding a suitable empty space and started training again.

Due to the busy day, Lu Ming only gained a total of 6,000 Explosive Fist proficiency points by night.

The next day, Day 142 of the Apocalypse Calendar, Monday.

Lu Ming stood on the top of the tallest building nearby and looked in the direction of Good Hope Village.

He saw that his former home had already been swallowed by the black mist and disappeared without a trace.

However, Lu Ming had already felt sentimental and nostalgic about it.

Spending more time on this matter would be a bit too melodramatic.

He simply jumped down from the tall building and started his exercise for the day.

The day went by without any incidents.

At night, Lu Ming lay on his bed and felt a bit insomniac.

After all, living outside was just not as comfortable as being in his own house.

But apart from that, there was not much difference.

Soon, tiredness overwhelmed him, and Lu Ming fell into a deep slumber.

Day 143 of the Apocalypse Calendar, Tuesday.

That night, his Explosive Fist proficiency was maxed out and he leveled up once again!

Explosive Fist (Perfect) (1/100,000): A source power technique of the Earthly Realm that significantly enhances the punching power when mastered. You have perfectly mastered all aspects of the Explosive Fist, and your overall attributes are increased by 1000! You gain 1000 free attribute points!

His three-dimensional attributes increased by 400 points again! His free attribute points also increased by 400 points!

Thus, Lu Ming’s attributes became:

Strength: 2361

Physique: 2371.8

Agility: 1938.

Free Attribute Points: 1096

The increase in attributes was one aspect.

The power of the Explosive Fist was another aspect.

Closing his eyes, Lu Ming could feel a massive influx of memories related to the Explosive Fist crazily surging in his mind.

He assimilated and absorbed all the essence, principles, techniques, and actual combat use of the Explosive Fist, incorporating them as a whole.

He threw another explosive punch.

But this time, it lacked the exaggerated aura.

This explosive punch appeared ordinary, like Lu Ming’s ordinary punch—but only Lu Ming knew the true devastating power contained within that punch!

“I can say that I’ve completely mastered the Explosive Fist.”

“In fact, when 1 use the Explosive Fist now, 1 don’t even need to be constrained by form or fist.”

“The Explosive Fist can be executed with palms or even with my feet.”

In essence, the Explosive Fist was a special method of exerting force. In the state of perfection, the Explosive Fist had become Lu Ming’s instinct, as natural as breathing, effortlessly performed!

This was the limit of his skill!

However…

“After the state of perfection, there are still levels to go…”

Looking at the tenfold increase in proficiency, Lu Ming fell into deep thought..