Chapter 1483: 7

Ten minutes later.

"Aaaah!!"

The loud scream startled the children.

Feigning calm, they curled their toes into the ground, pretending not to be startled.

Rolling and crawling.

The disheveled wandering professor escaped from the stone mortar, then kicked it with a foot. Fortunately, Anduyin was quick-eyed and quick-handed, hastily supporting the pyramid that was about to collapse from his kick.

Good grief, the professor panted heavily, one hand covering his head, his face full of shocked panic as he looked around.

"Who is it!? Who is speaking in my mind!?"

His words were incoherent.

Seeing the obviously frightened first guest, Lin An was not surprised.

Encountering supernatural phenomena in the apocalypse is not strange at all; even seeing ghosts is normal. But something that lets people hear the "sun's whisper" essentially counts as some kind of supreme rule.

Its shock is unparalleled.

Humans will feel the insignificance of being gazed upon by a supreme existence.

It feels as if someone deep in the soul is whispering, yet you clearly feel completely awake, clearly aware that this voice absolutely does not come from the outside but from deep within the mind.

"It is God."

"Feel inside you; God has already bestowed inspiration upon you."

The voice hoarse, Lin An endured his hunger, earnestly playing the role of a godman.

He noticed the scavenger looked poor, but his bulging backpack surely contained food.

It's simple; with time to wander around the gathering spot and still energy to kick up this fuss, Lin An could guess where the professor's food came from.

At the Houston Rocket Launch Base, there are indeed many wartime underground facilities nearby.

Scavengers, perhaps a disguise.

As expected.

After hearing, the man froze; a moment later he gaped, his whole body as if struck by electricity, his eyes suddenly widening into ovals.

"Spiritual energy... spiritual energy!?"

"I... I!?"

He panted heavily.

Feeling a sudden surge of power within his body, clearly different from ordinary spiritual energy.

In his excitement, he suddenly plopped down on the ground.

Ordinary people have no spiritual energy; even if their physical condition reaches the limit before becoming Awakened, it can only vaguely generate a sense of energy.

Only by entering a spiritual energy node does spiritual energy arise within upon becoming an Awakened.

Although the man didn't know if this counted, what else could this be but spiritual energy!?

Ten minutes!? A broken pile of stones can grant spiritual energy!?

Even without pushing attributes to the limit!?

Undoubtedly, this is a divine relic!

"Can God give me more inspiration too!? Can He!?"

Rolling and crawling.

A few seconds later, the man's face pleaded, as if mad, he grabbed Lin An's foot.

His trembling lips and bloodshot eyes seemed to truly see a glimmer of light in despair.

He no longer cared to ponder whether this mysterious Ling An Church was divine or something created by a powerful Awakened.

He only knew that, for someone like him, a lowly survivor, the black‑robed figure claiming to be a mysterious person of the Ling An Church before him was his only hope.

In their gaze, he saw Lin An's eyes calm as water, seeming to carry a sense of pity.

As if recalling something, he sprang up from the ground and flung open his backpack.

He shook the bag wildly over the ground.

"Clatter—"

As if tilting, cans of food and neatly packed biscuits spilled all over the ground.

Seeing a whole pack of food spill out, even including dried sausage, the attendant Anduyin beside Lin An's eyes widened wildly, nearly losing his balance.

"Holy shit!? This scavenger is so rich!?"

"Sausage!? Canned food!? Biscuits!?"

The apocalypse has lasted over a year; at this stage, such food is practically a delicacy for them—even Awakened might not bear to eat it!

"Please, let me hear God's inspiration once more... please!"

He wept bitterly.

No one knows why the man was so agitated.

Only he himself knew he craved power too much.

Since his wife and children died, he has lived like a walking corpse, muddled and dazed in this world.

He indeed had a storeroom; his scavenger guise was a disguise learned after nearly being killed for his food.

If he had power, his children might not have been eaten alive.

If he had power, he would not have hidden behind the door, weeping, listening to his wife's anguished cries after she was insulted and killed.

The sound of fingernails and skull striking the iron door is a nightmare he can never forgive himself for.

Twenty minutes later.

Watching Han Si jump with joy, face full of excitement, clutching his backpack as he headed back to fetch more food, Lin An couldn't help but fall into thought.

Beside him were children who could no longer restrain themselves, happily jumping up and down.

Still went fairly smoothly.

He indeed noticed that this scavenger was a bit different, but he never expected that the food provided by this one person would solve his urgent need.

What caused Lin An to fall into thought was the extent of the other's desire for power.

Craving power is quite normal.

Not a single survivor in the world fails to crave it.

To gain power, too many are willing to become dogs, slaves, kill their wives and abandon their children, giving up everything.

But the problem is that doing so is no longer useful.

"Anduyin, you mean that many quests that can raise attributes, you guys simply can't complete them, right?"

Hearing Lin An's question, the boy who had quickly stuffed the can into his hidden clothing froze, then nodded bitterly.

"Yes, sir..."

"The system's issued quests include those that exchange for food, as well as those that exchange for attributes."

"But any quest that raises attributes requires killing zombies."

"But there are no zombies left here."

As the words fell, Lin An's gaze tightened, a strong sense of solemnity flashing in his eyes.

He thought, he now understood what problem he had long overlooked.

The hierarchy has solidified.

The deceased Long An.

Two kinds of apocalypse.