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"...What good news,"

With an odd expression, Hungry Monkey looked up at the giant, gaping hole in the sky, "I had never imagined that the apocalypse of Blue Star would be caused by a gigantic urethral opening. I would rather the findings indicated some industrial wastewater or the like."

Meanwhile, the others stood still, their expressions complex, as they all looked up at the hole above their heads.

This was now somewhat difficult to deal with.

"Are we certain it's urine?"

"Positive."

"Then, based on the urine, we should be able to infer the person's dietary habits, right? From eating habits, we might be able to guess the region they're from, like whether they prefer meat or not."

With a dumbfounded look, Yuan Buping turned to Hungry Monkey, "Can dietary habits really be deduced from urine?"

"How would I know? I'm not an expert in that area; it's just a guess, but it's true that urine turns yellow when you're 'on heat', but that's not right either..."

With furrowed brows, Hungry Monkey began, "From the appearance of this black hole, it's been almost three hours now, hasn't it?"

"Who could possibly urinate for three hours straight?"

"Could this even be a human?"

"No." The young woman who came to report, holding a file bag, spoke up, "It's not a urethral opening. According to our analysis, the urine is composed of complex components and not from a single individual."

"Rather, it's a large collection of people's urine."

"It's likely an outflow from a public restroom."

"There are several key pieces of information here. The urine sugar content is generally high, which means that most of the contributors have elevated blood sugar levels—people in this area probably have a preference for sweet food."

"Additionally, there's no rust-like substance in the urine, indicating that the restroom's outflow is newly built and has not corroded. Moreover, the urine is still warm, likely having been expelled from the body not long ago."

"A preference for sweet food?"

Hungry Monkey's eyes lit up with a glimmer, "So it's from the south? Many cities in the south have a sweet tooth, and judging by the mixed urine, it must be from a public restroom."

"So, the physical location of this black hole is a newly constructed public restroom in a southern city?"

"Exactly."

Elder Wang, standing before Hungry Monkey and the others, nodded in satisfaction, "It looks like we've significantly narrowed down the scope now. There are only 17 major and 128 minor cities in the south that favor sweet food."

"The target location is one of them."

"This information has already been sent up. The Federation will soon dispatch someone to address it. As for you, I will not assign any tasks. You are completely free, although we can share information between us. You are in the position of free agents."

"If you play CSGO, you should know what 'free agents' means."

Hungry Monkey looked at the elder in front of him with surprise, "Sir, at your age, you still play CSGO? Do you ever make sudden stops?"

"No."

The elder slowly shook his head, "I never make sudden stops. Even in gaming, I simulate a real battlefield. In actual combat, there aren't many chances for sudden stops. I usually act as the commander in the rear, preferring to fight fewer with more."

"I devise strategies, sending twenty people to feint an attack on A while the remaining eighty go for a real strike on B. Often, this catches the enemy off guard, and I've basically never lost, whether in games or in reality. Tactics are paramount."

"That's why the Federation has chosen me to command here. My tactics have always been solid."

"..."

With a blank face, Hungry Monkey stared at the old man in silence before mumbling, "Twenty people rush A, eighty people rush B, and you command from the rear? Does your family have a hundred and one people?"

"To take on five opponents?"

"Um..."

The young man from the Wang Family who initially guided them and stood beside Elder Wang coughed lightly with a fist to his mouth, slightly embarrassed, "My grandpa likes to cheat in games."

"Oh, then it's fine."

Hungry Monkey nodded expressionlessly, "Your old man sure knows how to command. Twenty people as a feint would make the few guarding A think they were being hit by rocket barrages once over twenty grenades flew their way."

Eighty in a full assault.

Not bad at all, no wonder you never lose. It'd be a wonder if you did lose; even a donk would have to call you grandpa. Even if every shot killed, after a few magazines are emptied, there would still be people left; pure population suppression.

"All that is unimportant."

Elder Wang shook his head, "Achievements in games are not worth mentioning; they're meaningless. What's most important right now is to resolve this global event as quickly as possible. Whatever the outcome may be, at least we've tried our best."

"My death is actually inconsequential; I've lived a long time already. What haven't I experienced in this world?"

"I've even experienced having eighty wives to one husband."

"I have lived enough, but you are young, and this world is for you, the younger generation, to shape. It would be truly regrettable and a pity if you died. I hope you young people will strive to survive and create a more splendid future for humanity."

"Keep up the good work. I must get to my own tasks now. You should also prepare to set off."

"..."

The young man from the Wang Family at his side explained quietly, somewhat awkwardly, "My old man likes to experience all sorts of new things; he lives quite freely."

"I can see that."

Chen Miao nodded, not saying much, just looking up at the hole high above that was still spraying liquid downwards, he stepped back a few steps. He had thought the scent in the air was the salty smell of the sea breeze.

It now seemed like it was the stench of human wind.

Quite appropriate.

"We're off now."

...

Just over ten minutes later, Chen Miao had returned to his base with Hungry Monkey and selected fifteen members of the Tomb Guardian to join them on board the Hell Bus, heading south.

On the Hell Bus.

Hungry Monkey sighed softly as he looked out at the desolate wilderness through the window.

"The world has finally gone mad the way I wanted it to."

"Long ago, I fantasized about the apocalypse. I imagined it might be due to a planet colliding with Earth, or the sun going crazy, or maybe an alien invasion, or, at the very least, something like a Biohazard with zombies running amok, which I could accept."

"But I never thought that one day the world would be destroyed in a urine apocalypse."

"And us, the heroes preparing to save the world once again, our top priority is to find a recently built restroom and block its opening. If my mom were still alive, she would definitely be bewildered by my current actions."