Plastic bomb

Humanity has endured for millions of years, but recorded history only spans a mere four thousand years. During that unrecorded deep-sea age, what exactly were we doing?
Countless indescribable beings ruled the universe, and our powerful ancestors preserved the fire of human civilization under their threat.
Then they disappeared, and we rose.
Now, they are coming back, mysterious psychic powers are awakening, the flame of human civilization is slowly extinguishing, and no kings are in sight...
Chen Ke opens his eyes to see a world full of ruins and himself on the brink of death.
The moment his heart was pierced by the Blasphemous Dagger, he became a dying man without a heart.
Able to survive only 2 hours...

This Spiritual Energy is Lethal!

Postal workers lack the ability to go head-to-head with Spiritual Ability Users. After all, they are just a bunch of bandits.


"I will miss her..." Priskin whispered.


"I'm going to delete Lucina's Iron Fist save file..." Hall sighed.


Chen Ke took a deep breath, placed his hands on the table, and looked at them in disbelief. He demanded loudly, "What do you mean? Are we just giving up?"


"What else can we do, Chen Ke? You said it yourself, the other party is a Transcendent-level organization..." Hall murmured.


"I heard that postal workers are like a big blob of multicolored playdough squeezed together, but your words make me wonder..." Chen Ke shook his head.


"Chen Ke is right. We can't abandon any of our partners," Pihom said.


"Do you have any good ideas?" He looked to Chen Ke, considering the opposition was a Transcendent-level organization, and it was impossible for postal workers to defeat them.


Chapter 144: Sorry, Hainerd