Doomsday Wonderland

Chapter 1308: A Healthy Mrs. Manas Is the Capital of the Revolution

Throughout the night, Lin Sanjiu tossed and turned, unable to sleep.

In a society without the internet, even if she wanted to search for information about Anida, she would have to wait until the library opened tomorrow. There was even a Mokugyo Encyclopedic Forum in the Twelve Worlds, making this modern society seem too primitive. She lay on the makeshift bed Wu Lun had prepared for her, surrounded by the scent of the young girl, which felt both unfamiliar and strangely intimate.

Wu Lun also couldn’t sleep. The two remained silent until around two or three in the morning when the beauty advisor suddenly asked, “How do you plan to find your friends?”

“You’re still not sleeping?”

“I’m afraid if I fall asleep, you’ll do something to me,” Wu Lun whispered. After a moment of thought, she added, “But, you seem to have a good heart… it’s just that you’re too scary. I remember reading novels where generals emerged from battlefields with a murderous aura; at that time, I didn’t understand.”

“You’ll have that too someday.”

“It’s not money! I don’t want it at all.”

When doomsday comes, it will be beyond her control. But speaking of which… when is doomsday? When Lin Sanjiu carefully examined this point, she suddenly realized a problem: everyone only said that there was a kind of visa that could send posthumans back to a specific world six months before the arrival of doomsday—but no one mentioned how long before? If Anida was indeed a posthuman and arrived in this world decades in advance, wouldn’t that also be six months “before” doomsday?

Thinking about it this way, she was not sure exactly when Ren Nan appeared in Hyperthermal Hell; the two of them happened to dated within six months.

Her heart suddenly tightened. Lin Sanjiu turned over and sat up, feeling a little out of breath from her own thoughts—or rather, Ji Shanqing’s thoughts—because she had subconsciously mimicked the grand prize when she was thinking just now.

“What’s wrong with you?” Wu Lun asked from the bed.

It’s such an important issue that even if she hadn’t thought about it before, it’s impossible that no one among so many posthumans and consular officers in the Twelve Worlds would have discovered it. But no one has ever mentioned that posthumans may arrive at the doomsday world decades in advance. If that were the case, how valuable would a visa for early arrival be? Isn’t that equivalent to a means of getting rid of the doomsday world?

Was it possible that no one brought up this issue because they didn’t think it was a problem?

In other words, other posthumans might have arrived shortly before the six-month mark. For example, if the world’s doomsday occurs on August 1st, posthumans would have been teleported here between late January and early February. This speculation seemed the most natural and consistent with her understanding and impressions.

But what about Anida? Wasn’t he supposed to have arrived at the same time as her?

Anida might not be, but she was.

The Great Deluge broke the rules of the doomsday world, so theoretically, it should not affect non-doomsday worlds. After all, doomsday is the first collapse of the human world, and The Great Deluge is a further collapse on that basis… so it probably also operates like the visa, extending its reach only to six months before doomsday—whether anything before that still counts as the doomsday world remains a question mark. So, the Great Deluge disrupted the possibility of a fixed landing time because of its low probability; for now, it could be ignored.

It was currently June 3rd, 2019, in this world. Since she was here now, it could be inferred that the world’s doomsday would occur around December 3rd. All posthumans teleported to this world should have appeared here at this point.

‘Then where are they?’

“Have there been any news in the past week or two about…” After turning off the mimicry, she again felt the inconvenience of not having the internet and could only ask Wu Lun, “Strange individuals? Like, skilled lunatics or people with special abilities?”

Wu Lun thought for a moment. “I think so, but I don’t remember exactly when I saw it.” She sighed. “There’s news about these strange people occasionally; it’s normal. Did you think these strange people were your friends just because you read the newspaper?”

Right, she should just treat her as someone mentally unstable.