The apocalypse begins with a dungeon game.

Chapter 177 Who knows if it's a blessing in disguise?

Li Can certainly knew.

He personally removed all the barriers around the upper city.

The city is definitely gone now.

However, even if he did something, given the original situation in Shangcheng at that time, it had already completely fallen.

It's still a long way from being "complete"; it merely accelerated the process of destruction.

"How so?" Li Can decided to play dumb.

During the voice communication, the golden energy in his back storage compartment was full again, and he silently transferred the energy into the gashapon shell.

Yang Mo's new message popped up:

"I was just flying my aircraft along the path of the dark particles, trying to find the city's boundary again, but I found nothing there. The rate at which this stuff dissolves is terrifying."

"No wonder, even the barrier around the lower city couldn't hold out for long..."

"I think we need to hold another meeting when we get back this time."

"The current conversion speed is too slow, and the lower city can't withstand this kind of consumption. We must create a larger device to deploy, otherwise, there really won't be enough time."

As Li Can listened, his eyes lit up.

"You're right, time is life. We're too passive. Even with Lao Wang and the others digging underground fortifications, it's still not enough."

"If this trend continues... sigh."

Yang Mo was completely overwhelmed by Li Can's words, and he was heartbroken.

"Dazhuang, do you have any good suggestions or ideas?"

"Yes, it is, but I don't know if it will be successful." Li Can deliberately kept everyone in suspense.

He had done all this in advance to pave the way to this step, and now that Yang Mo had discovered it ahead of time, it was about time to tie up this thread.

In addition, the issue of the slow efficiency of the golden energy, which I was just considering, can also be resolved at the same time.

The remains left by the old city lord were already limited; they wouldn't get much of the corpse tissue.

I currently have items from the gashapon machine that I can use to infinitely cultivate the reproduction of corpse parts.

However, having a clear path that can only be used privately by oneself is too limiting.

So much time has passed that the indigenous people have gotten used to Li Can pulling out all sorts of strange and unusual things from his hands all the time.

Ultimately, he has the final say on the interpretation.

Furthermore, regardless of the circumstances, they were already beneficiaries after obtaining Li Can's [breeding culture medium].

Even if I wanted to say something, I had nothing to say.

They were overjoyed.

When Li Can blends into the main force, collecting as much energy as he wants won't seem out of place.

The overall process should be expedited, achieving two goals at once.

In fact, Li Can had the culture medium tool, so he could simply obtain some golden energy and then completely slack off in the lower city, relying on the culture medium to continuously generate and expand the volume of the golden energy.

But he only thought about it in his mind before he dismissed it.

Firstly, the main objective is to clear out the dark particles, and taking away a little more golden energy is always a side benefit.

The goal is still to build a new, eerie, labyrinthine city.

Secondly, can this culture medium maintain the original quality and effectiveness of the energy even after it has expanded several times? He needs to conduct experiments to find out.

He was now observing the extent of the corpse's fragmentation with his naked eye. Although it had indeed changed in size, it had also increased the energy conversion rate of his converter device.

However, he was actually unsure whether the composition was stable or what restrictions might be in place.

After careful consideration, Li Can decided to leave the lower city himself and go out with everyone to conduct an on-site investigation and absorb the dark particles.

Yang Mo knew that Li Can's words meant the deal was pretty much done, so he tentatively asked another question:

"So there's a way? Da Zhuang, we wholeheartedly recommend this book to you: 'The Apocalypse Begins with a Dungeon Game,' here's the reading link. Why are you always keeping things to yourself?"

Yang Mo's tone was somewhat joking.

Li Can retorted seriously, "Tsk, how dare you speak to someone of your great-great-great-grandfather's generation like that?"

"Alright, alright, if you can really solve this problem, I'll even call you godfather."

"Then get ready, I can't wait."

"Is there any preparation fee for the ceremony of changing the address? I don't want too much else; I'm not interested in money."

Li Can raised an eyebrow, knowing that Yang Mo was up to no good.

He rested one hand on the steering wheel and used the other to retract the [Reproduction Culture Fluid] gashapon into his consciousness space.

The two-hour countdown displayed on the communicator was coming to an end, and everyone was piloting the aircraft back to base.

"Don't even think about touching that bird, you won't do it," Li Can warned him first.

When Vulture first appeared in front of everyone, he noticed the burning eyes of Yang Mo and the others; it was impossible for them not to be tempted.

Although he wanted this effect, the effect was clearly too "good".

Yang Mo was silenced by Li Can's words and didn't even have a chance to speak. He could only cough twice and say, "...Okay, okay."

However, he didn't actually want the vulture; he was just chatting to lighten the mood because the atmosphere was too heavy.

Beset by internal and external troubles, people are finding it hard to breathe.

"Alright, it's almost time. I'm not going to banter with you anymore. Let's go back together."

Li Can nodded. "Let's go." He then turned off the communicator and piloted the aircraft back from the depths of the dark particles, fully loaded.

The storage compartment at the rear of the device was filled with golden energy.

He gained a lot from this trip; the energy newly added to the gashapon was at least equivalent to the sum of the original zombie crystal cores and the first batch of energy.

Now, if he wanted, he could easily steal the lower city's protective barrier through these supplies.

Li Can caught up with the main group's journey and followed at the very back.

This first group trip was a great success, without any mishaps.

Everyone came out safely and returned safely.

After the city gate barrier opened, everyone piloted their own aircraft and lined up to head into the city.

Just as he was about to become Li Can, he looked back one last time at the dense, pitch-black particles.

He thought of the large amount of golden energy contained in his gashapon capsule.

And the significance of the transformed existence of these substances for all humanity in the eerie, labyrinthine future cities.

I can't help but sigh:

"A loss may turn out to be a blessing in disguise."

……

What was once a fun playground in the city center, filled with eerie guests and downtown staff, has now been transformed into a giant dismemberment machine factory.

The rumbling of the machinery never stopped, and everyone inside was busy like tireless ants.

This place has become an orderly production line.

Thanks to the [breeding culture medium] brought by Li Can, the remaining fragmented corpse of the old city lord swelled up to almost span the entire amusement park, becoming enormous.

The body parts were deliberately cut off and loaded into the aircraft for activation.

A large number of newly developed giant flying machines flew out from here and transformed into dark particles.

At the same time, a large number of aircraft returned triumphantly, bringing with them countless amounts of golden energy and stopping nearby.

People busily transport energy, then use this golden energy to build aircraft, which are then sent out to carry out operations.

This cycle repeats itself...

And those who were originally idle, the refugees from the upper city and the natives from the lower city, stopped fighting each other and all devoted themselves to the work of digging underground fortifications.

The cracks in the Sky Shield barrier were like sharp knives hanging over everyone's hearts.