Mystery Makes Me Strong

At this moment.

Zhang Meng slowly opened his eyes from the endless darkness.

His consciousness seemed to emerge from the deep sea and gradually regain clarity.

He felt his body was extremely heavy.

Every breath seemed to be drawing out his last life force.

He knew that his life was coming to an end, and those scenes that had been repeated in nightmares had now become a reality that he could not escape.

His heart was full of regrets at this moment.

He had no chance to enjoy the frivolity and impulse of his youth, the missed opportunities and unfinished business, and the sweet love.

The greatest sorrow of a person is this.

In seemingly simple choices, he made the wrong choice.

Each time it was a small mistake, which eventually accumulated into a big mistake.

How he wished he could have a chance to start over again to correct those mistakes.

To realize those dreams.

In the last moments of his life, Zhang Meng's heart was full of bitterness.

He closed his eyes, tears slid from the corners of his eyes and dripped onto the cold sheets. He whispered softly: "If I could do it again..."

Just then, a pitiful voice sounded in his ears: "Zhang Meng, do you really want to do it again?"

Zhang Meng opened his eyes in surprise.

He saw a blurry figure gradually becoming clearer beside his bed.

It was a naughty little girl.

Her eyes flashed with curiosity and playfulness.

There was a hint of mystery in her smile.

"Who are you?" Zhang Meng's voice was hoarse and weak.

The little girl smiled.

Her voice was like a spring breeze blowing across the lake, and like a bell.

"I am the merciful and compassionate Huan Shen."

"Since you are a decent person, I can give you a chance to do it again."

A glimmer of hope flashed in Zhang Meng's eyes, but he soon dimmed again. "Impossible, life is only once..."

Xiao Huan shook her head, her eyes full of teasing.

"Hahaha, you stupid mortal."

"In the world of God, nothing is impossible."

"I can send you to a doomsday game. As long as you can pass it, you can start over again."

Zhang Meng's heartbeat suddenly accelerated, and a spark of hope rekindled in his eyes.

"Really? Can I?"

Xiao Huan nodded, with a hint of mischief in her smile.

"Of course, but this game won't be easy. You must survive in the doomsday, and you must pass all the tests."

"You know, according to statistics, the chance of survival for people who don't have cheats is only one in a million."

"You should have read a lot of doomsday novels. Those guys who have cheats are often still difficult, let alone those who don't have cheats."

"And you won't have cheats."

Zhang Meng took a deep breath, his eyes full of determination.

"I am willing to try, no matter how difficult it is."

This is nonsense, if you don't try, you will die of old age.

Xiao Huan smiled, and she waved her fingers lightly, and a ray of light surrounded Zhang Meng.

"Well, good luck to you, Zhang Meng."

"I hope you can come back alive."

...

When the light faded, Zhang Meng found himself standing on an unfamiliar street.

There were dilapidated buildings and abandoned vehicles all around.

The sky was covered with thick clouds, and the air was filled with a depressing atmosphere.

There were roars from afar.

There are monsters!

He looked not far away again, and saw layers of fog, and there was some light in the distance of the fog.

He subconsciously thought of some apocalyptic novels.

There are fog areas and bright areas.

Are they also dangerous and safe areas?

He looked down at his body and found that he had become younger and stronger.

His clothes turned into a set of apocalyptic survivors' clothes.

A sharp knife hung around his waist, and a backpack full of supplies was carried on his back.

Not bad, it was said that there was no hanging, but at least it gave him the initial equipment.

Zhang Meng took a deep breath, and he could feel his vitality surging in his body.

He knew that this was his chance to start over again, and he must cherish it.

He began to explore this apocalyptic world. He had to find food and water, and a safe shelter.

He had to face those mutated creatures and dangerous humans.

He had to survive in this cruel world.

He took action immediately.

He moved carefully towards the bright area in the distance.

Soon he walked in.

He found that the bright area was relatively safe, at least there was no roaring one after another.

He quickly found a dilapidated house in an alley and built a relatively closed house for himself.

He saw the live broadcast of wild survival wandering.

The anchor said: "The huge change in room temperature is the most important factor that rapidly shortens the life of wanderers."

"Once you become a wanderer, your statistical life limit will be reduced to 50 years old."

"The reason is that the huge change in room temperature forces your body to produce drastic consumption, cell vitality consumption, and various diseases in order to fight against temperature changes..."

"The biggest difference between normal residents and wanderers is not food and safety, but the huge difference in room temperature between day and night."

He thought this was right.

Then he went out carefully to find food and resources.

On this day, Zhang Meng met a group of survivors.

They were led by a young man named Li Cang.

His eyes were sharp, his movements were agile, and his strength was great. He seemed to always find opportunities in danger.

He was obviously very different from others.

He even noticed that when a terrifying three-headed hound appeared, other people couldn't kill it with earth guns, but this young man could kill it easily.

Zhang Meng felt that Li Cang seemed to have some special ability, like a "plug-in" in the game.

Zhang Meng knew that if he wanted to survive in this doomsday, he needed to find someone to rely on.

He wanted to get close to Li Cang, hoping to get his protection.

But he also understood that he had to come up with something valuable in exchange.

The other party obviously didn't want to pay attention to him.

And his efforts to close the distance were laughed at by the survivors.

"Look at him, how ridiculous, and he still wants to get involved with our boss."

"That's right, he's just a man, what's the use of him?"

"Yeah, if he was an awakener, it would be okay, he's just an ordinary person."

Zhang Meng was ashamed.

He wanted to turn around and leave.

And Li Cang just looked at him indifferently, but didn't say much.

In this awkward moment, Zhang Meng suddenly remembered the existence of gods.

He knew that in this world, gods really existed.

They possessed unimaginable power.

At least the phantom god really existed.

Zhang Meng decided that he would use this information to exchange for Li Cang's protection. He then directly told Li Cang his request: "I know the existence of gods, and I know their power."

"If you are willing to protect me, I am willing to tell you this secret."

Li Cang's eyes flashed with surprise, and he looked at Zhang Meng, as if evaluating the authenticity of his words.

In the end times, information is power, and information about gods is undoubtedly the most precious wealth.

He naturally guessed that there are gods in the world.

This end-of-the-world game is probably a boring work of gods.

"How do you know the existence of gods?" Li Cang asked.

There was a hint of doubt in his voice.

Zhang Meng took a deep breath. He knew he had to convince Li Cang: "Before I came to this world, I prayed to a powerful being for a chance to be reborn."

"I believe that being is one of the gods. I am willing to use this information in exchange for your protection."

Li Cang was silent for a while, then nodded: "Okay, I promise you. But if you dare to lie to me, you will bear the consequences."

The attitudes of the others suddenly changed.

The few people who had just mocked Zhang Meng became friendly now.

Zhang Meng had only seen the speed of turning his face on the face of a salesperson in his former company.

He understood that his value had been reflected.

As long as he did not endanger Li Cang's core interests and did not cause too much trouble, the other party would take him with him.

After all, he had really come into contact with the gods.

And he believed that Li Cang had a way to confirm that he was not lying.

That is to say, even if someone was going to die, he would be the second to last person to die in this team.

Zhang Meng breathed a sigh of relief. He knew that he was at least safe for the time being.

He will face the challenges of the end of the world with Li Cang and other survivors and find hope for survival.

...

Then, Zhang Meng followed the group of survivors through the ruins of the city and came to an abandoned church.

The roof of this church had collapsed, and the sunlight shone on the altar through the broken windows, bringing a touch of sacredness to this dilapidated place.

The church had been simply renovated, with fences and trenches around it.

But Zhang Meng didn't think it could stop the monsters.

In his opinion, the altar was more important.

Li Cang stopped and turned to face Zhang Meng.

"This used to be the territory of the gods, and it could stop the invasion of monsters," he said, "If you really know the secrets of the gods, then you should be able to feel their presence."

Obviously, this was the first test.

If he couldn't do it, his value would be greatly reduced, and he might become an ordinary survivor.

Zhang Meng took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and tried to feel the sacred power remaining in this space.

His heart was full of awe, and he knew that this might be his only chance.

He hoped that the previous "phantom god" would be more powerful, at least let him feel a little bit of divine power.

He opened his eyes.

His eyes were full of joy.

"I can feel a bright silver color flowing on the altar," he said, "that is the breath of the gods, although it is weak, but it does exist."

A trace of surprise flashed in Li Cang's eyes. He did not expect Zhang Meng to really feel the breath of the gods.

He nodded, with a hint of recognition in his eyes.

Awakeners can feel a little bit.

But Zhang Meng is obviously an ordinary person.

And he does have a cheat.

He has a simulation cheat.

It can simulate the future of the doomsday game.

But this cheat is not very big, it can only simulate the next 24 hours.

And it is not like other novels, where talents, treasures, experience, and even levels can be directly extracted from the simulation.

Isn't that creating something out of nothing?

His cheat can only give him information, similar to divination.

It's just that compared to divination, it has more interactions with himself and can deduce the consequences of different choices in the future.

In fact, this cheat is also very powerful.

He was able to become an awakener and have the current strength because of it.

And Zhang Meng, his simulation was not simulated.

That's why he gave him a chance to speak.

"Okay, I believe you," Li Cang continued, "but you still need to prove your worth."

Zhang Meng knew.

He had to provide more information to win Li Cang's trust.

But he couldn't tell it all.

So he began to tell about his experience in the nightmare world.

Telling how he prayed to the gods for a chance to be reborn.

"I know the gods exist," he said, "I know they have the power to change the world. If we can find them, maybe we can change the fate of this doomsday."

Li Cang was silent for a while, then nodded.

"Okay, I will protect you," he said, "but you must obey my orders, I know you have something you haven't said."

Zhang Meng breathed a sigh of relief, he knew that he was at least temporarily safe.

He began to live with Li Cang in this church camp.

There were more than 20 survivors in the church camp.

There were only three women, white-skinned foreign girls.

A radio operator, a doctor, and a vase.

All three were Li Cang's men.

He could tell at a glance.

In this small survivor camp, Zhang Meng immediately saw the cruelty of the end of the world.

The survivors fought endlessly for a few resources and status.

In Li Cang, there was no edge. It might be just a room in the church where the weak were oppressed and the strong became secondary rulers.

Fortunately, he was more valuable now and others did not dare to bully him.

And those men had hard work to do every day.

Opening up fields around the church, planting potatoes and cabbage, rye and sweet potatoes, etc.

Working 12 hours a day.

If there was no work, they would make traps and dig deeper trenches.

Go to the surrounding areas as cannon fodder and transportation, and follow Li Cang to collect medicines and supplies.

In short, there was endless work to do.

As for wages, there was none.

If you don't want to do it, you can go and mix in the fog.

Zhang Meng found that Li Cang maintained a basic order.

That is, as long as no one was killed, he didn't care about other things.

He also understood that even if he didn't tell the secret of God, the other party would take him back.

But his status was to serve as cannon fodder and bait for exploration.

That's why others would mock and attack him from the beginning.

In fact, this is a simple way to determine his status.

If he endured it, he would be at the bottom of the food chain.

And these days, he got the opportunity to work in the church.

But five days later, he had to go out to explore.

"The doomsday will gradually increase in difficulty, so I need more helpers. Awakening has a high mortality rate." Li Cang also told him a lot of information.

Zhang Meng's heart sank.

Yes, if it was just a zombie crisis, a crisis of fixed difficulty, humans could rely on artillery fire and screened immune people to rebuild their homes in the end.

But the fog monster in front of him was obviously not the case.

"Awakening requires entering the fog, killing monsters alone in the fog, and you will get the blessing of God and then awaken." Li Cang