The apocalypse begins with a dungeon game.

Chapter 178 Strange Calendar, January 1st, Year 01

It constantly reminded them of how little time they had left.

What was originally just Li Can's chaotic and urgent situation has now become the pressure on all the unsuspecting NPCs in the instance.

Although this sense of oppression was an illusion created by Li Can and Wang Defa, it was quite effective. Experiments proved that this did indeed accelerate the construction of the new [Mysterious City].

In this moment of unity and concerted effort, everyone's strength is united as one, and everyone's efforts are directed towards the same goal.

All the projects that have been launched have never stopped, working around the clock, with staff constantly being rotated and replaced.

This continued, and Li Can and his group of dungeon players were busy for quite some time.

This time, the dungeon quest has reached a stage where everyone is surprisingly harmonious.

Time passed unnoticed, and in the blink of an eye, it was the early morning of the sixth day after Li Can was officially born in Xiacheng.

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"So this is what the outside world looks like without the dark particles... It's quite different from what I imagined..." someone in the crowd remarked.

In the distance, the dark particles, still forming a mountain range, created a black curtain.

However, the area around the lower city's barrier has been completely cleared by everyone's combined efforts.

What is now revealed is the land that was originally within the Upper City area.

My eyes swept across the ground; everything was bare, as smooth as if a barber had deliberately shaved its head.

There wasn't a single weed or remnant of abandoned buildings on the ground.

It was unbelievably clean.

"That's not right. We haven't even settled down in the more remote areas yet. This is still the old Upper Town. It's just that we don't have a home anymore, we have nothing..."

"Well, we can rebuild even without us, and it's already a huge success!"

"It's a pity about those compatriots who couldn't come into the city to take refuge together."

A group of refugees from the upper city gathered at the gate of the lower city's open barrier. They carried huge bundles on their backs and were covered in mud.

Each person carried a lever similar to the one farmers use to spray pesticides on their fields.

This device is used to perform a secondary inspection and cleanup of the remaining dark particles on the ground, which are then transformed into golden energy through pipes and transmitted to the bundle on the back.

After a few words of reflection, people dispersed and got back to work.

Then, wave after wave of people emerged from the barrier that allowed the lower city to be fully opened.

Most of them were originally from the Upper Town.

A small portion consisted of natives who were venturing out of the lower town for the first time.

"Wow, Mom, is this what it feels like to leave the city? We've finally left the city!" One of the children, too young to understand, exclaimed excitedly.

In their eyes, no matter what the scenery outside the city was like, this was a very strange thing.

After all, it was the "major event of leaving the city" that they had once longed for the most, although this "leaving the city" was not the same as "leaving the city".

What started as a deadly scam has now become a true rebirth.

The words are the same, but they represent worlds apart.

"Silly child, look how happy you are. Come on, let's get back to work." The child's mother, slightly tired, patted his head and led him away with the crowd.

High above the gates of the lower city's barrier, a stern-faced young man stood silently on the back of a giant vulture, watching everything unfold.

His gaze shifted from what was nearby to the edge of the black curtain formed by extremely distant dark particles.

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Nearly a hundred modified aircraft still shuttle back and forth there, busy with their work.

Ordinary people can't see anything with the naked eye, but he sees it clearly.

"Beep beep beep..."

"Hey, Dazhuang, I've taken care of what you asked for. Are you sure you want to play this childish game right now?"

Li Can nodded subconsciously upon hearing Yang Mo's question.

"Yes."

"Alright then, pack your things and head over. We're all ready. Let's drive to the agreed location now."

"Yes, I'm already outside."

"Okay." Yang Mo abruptly ended the call, leaving the sound of an engine starting and the chaotic voices of many people talking in the background.

Li Can calculated the countdown to the destruction of Blue Star in his mind. He now had more than a hundred hours left, about seven days.

Even if you use all the remaining time, it still won't be enough.

If we were to wait for the complete version of the "New Mysterious City" to be fully established, even seven more seven-day periods wouldn't be enough to finish it.

This is a false proposition in itself.

However, if we consider it as completely resolving the crisis of the dark particles and officially launching a new chapter in the "New Mysterious City" project in a secular sense, it is still achievable.

All he wanted was a title.

A place called "Mysterious City", without needing to be actually that prosperous.

The time has come.

"Xing Dazhuang, I gave up my job and brought everyone here to play house with you, so you have to keep your word." Yang Mo jumped out of the cab of a large truck.

The truck bed was piled with a jumble of props and equipment, and several familiar people were sitting on the edge.

"Okay, okay, let's each keep our own business. I'm your godfather, and you're my good brother." Li Can also jumped off the vulture's back and landed next to Yang Mo.

He smiled, and under Yang Mo's expectant gaze, ruthlessly and swiftly returned the vulture to the gashapon.

The light in Yang Mo's eyes went out instantly.

"You're so quick to collect it, do you think I'd steal your bird? There's really no trust between people anymore," Yang Mo muttered, then turned and shouted at the other people who had come with him.

"Come on, let's get to work."

Even without Yang Mo saying anything, they had already started working on-site with the building materials.

Li Can glanced around and saw that none of his old acquaintances were missing.

Wang Defa, Li Lan, and Zhou Ye all came, along with Shen Yuan.

There were six people present, four of whom were dungeon players and all knew what was going to happen next.

Only Yang Mo and Shen Yuan, the two NPCs, looked confused, thinking it was just Li Can's personal quirky hobby, insisting on building a city gate at the edge of the original upper city's barrier.

Actually, the dungeon was about to end.

"Brother Xing, what do you think? Look at this big red booklet I made by hand. It looks even more formal than the exit certificate we used to have when we left the city." Shen Yuan took out a large, red, hard-covered booklet the size of an A4 sheet of paper from his backpack.

She opened the two pages, revealing the description of the exit certificate in black and white text in the middle:

[Certificate of Exit from the Mysterious City]

[A special privilege is granted to Mr. Xing Dazhuang: lifelong, permanent freedom to enter and exit the eerie labyrinthine city.]

[Date: January 1st, Year 1 of the Mysterious Calendar]

[City Lord's Signature: Yang Mo]