Dimensional Codex System I M Really Not A Cultist
/ Dimensional Codex System: I'm really not a cultist! Chapter 467
Chapter 467: Chapter 466: Can We Stop Destroying the World Now? Chapter 467: Chapter 466: Can We Stop Destroying the World Now? “I always feel like I've become numb to this pattern.”
Standing amidst ruins, looking at the mess before him, enveloped by dark shadows, the urban desolation left Fang Zheng indifferent. For the first time, he doubted whether humanity was particularly lacking in imagination. Why was it that every world he time traveled to was either in the process of destruction or had already been destroyed? Could they not tell stories without the world ending?
“Master, what shall we do next?”
Glancing around, Nymph asked in a low voice. They had appeared in the ruins of a house when they time-traveled to this world, and now it was pouring rain outside. If it weren't for a bit of shelter where they arrived, perhaps… they would both be drenched like drowned rats.
“I really don't know…”
Feeling the moisture hit his face, Fang Zheng shook his head too. Logically, for a rescue mission, they should have appeared right before the failed mission of the other party, so… don't tell me the apocalypse of this world is because of a failed mission?
“Squeak…”
Just as Fang Zheng was silently ranting in his head, a door opened slowly not far from them, dim light shining out from inside. Fang Zheng glanced over and then walked over with Little Angel.
Inside the door was an ordinary living room; the warmth and comfort from the burning charcoal in the fireplace dispelled the chill behind Fang Zheng and Nymph. There was a couch and a coffee table next to the fireplace. On the table were wine glasses and an open bottle of red wine, with desserts and fruits beside them, obviously set out for guests.
However…
“I've lived for so long, but this is the first time I've encountered self-service hospitality.”
Fang Zheng lamented with a quip, sitting down on the sofa with Nymph. Little Angel immediately picked up the cake from the plate, happily nibbling away. Meanwhile, Fang Zheng leaned back on the sofa, idly scanning the room.
The living room didn't feel like a product of modern times; in fact, except for a television, there were almost no appliances in sight. Even that television was one of those 1940s or 1950s models with four stands… a black-and-white TV.
If this were the right time for radiation, would I have to start hoarding bottle caps now?
“Creak… creak creak… crackle.”
While Fang Zheng was lost in thought, the previously off television in front of him turned on automatically, displaying a flickering, snowy picture. He had to admit, the scene looked quite like the opening of a horror movie, but neither Fang Zheng nor Nymph were phased; after all, if it were just one of those minor guys from a horror film, well, they probably wouldn't last a single Holy Light from Fang Zheng…
“Shh…”
However, the other party didn't seem to plan on playing any psychological horror game. Fang Zheng saw the image on the television twitch a few times before it cleared up. On screen was a woman who appeared to be in her early twenties, looking somewhat like a news anchor… well, at least there wasn't any old well behind her, or Fang Zheng might have considered summoning Holy Light to give it a try.
“Hello, sir, and to you, the lovely miss, thank you for coming to my world.”
The woman sounded a bit anxious, but her expression was relatively calm.
“This world has some problems that I can't solve with my own strength, and I hope to get your assistance… I'm sorry, I can only communicate with you both in this way, but I have my reasons…”
“I think using black-and-white TV for video calling is weird enough… But I have nothing more to say, so, what do you need us to do?”
As he spoke, Fang Zheng glanced out the window.
“To be honest, I think this world has already…”
(Master, this world is not normal)
However, before Fang Zheng could finish his sentence, the voice of Nymph suddenly emerged in his head. Hearing Nymph's voice, Fang Zheng paused for a moment, then waved his hand dismissively.
“Nevermind, you continue.”
“Okay.”
Hearing Fang Zheng's response, the woman paused briefly before continuing.
“To cut a long story short, I'm not sure if you two understand this world, but… this world has encountered a problem. For some reason, it has deviated from its original course. I need to correct it to prevent greater harm… But my power is indeed limited, so I'm hoping to get your help. Please, both of you…”
As she spoke, the woman paused again, but she still continued.
“… help me eliminate some enemies.”
“Oh?”
Fang Zheng looked up, gazing at the woman on the television.
“Who are they?”
“Their information is on your table.”
Hearing the woman speak, Fang Zheng looked down towards the coffee table in front of him. Indeed, he saw a thick kraft paper bag–Fang Zheng was certain that just seconds earlier, there had been nothing there.
However, Fang Zheng didn't mind this little detail; he picked up the kraft paper bag and opened it, then took out a stack of detailed files. They contained the targets' names, genders, and everything they had done. Looking at the names on the documents, Fang Zheng's eyes widened slightly. He thought for a moment, then put down the documents in his hand and looked back at the television.
“So, you mean you want me to eliminate these guys?”
“Exactly, sir.”
The woman on the television nodded.
“Then you should know, I am human.”
Fang Zheng leaned back on the sofa, then he said something completely unrelated to the previous conversation. However, the woman on the television didn't seem to mind at all.
“Of course I understand your point, but if I am asking for your help, naturally I have full confidence. There is a key in that kraft paper bag, it will reveal to you everything you want to know…”
At this point, the woman fell silent for a moment, as if she were organizing her thoughts.
“… I believe, after you learn the truth of this world, you will certainly help me.”
Hearing the woman's words, Fang Zheng reached out to shake the kraft paper bag, and indeed, a small key that looked like it was for some kind of lock slid out of the bag. Fang Zheng reached out and grasped the key.
At the same time, the mission prompt sounded in Fang Zheng's ears.
“Then, I have one last question.”
Fang Zheng casually pushed his cake towards Little Angel beside him and looked back at the woman on the television.
“What is your name?”
This time, the woman fell silent for quite a while, not saying a word. She furrowed her brows as if pondering something or deliberating. Finally, the woman looked up at Fang Zheng and shook her head.
“I'm not sure if I have a name, but I know I have a code name.”
At this point, the woman seemed somewhat nostalgic.
“Martix…”
Chapter end
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