Saving the World in an Apocalypse-Style Text Game

[You can manifest this shell in reality!]

Upon seeing this line of text in the game, Lin Xun found the shock reverberating within him for a long while.

He put down his phone and lit a cigarette.

"Huff~"

This text game had effects on the real world, allowing for the manifestation of various items from within the game.

However, up until now, the changes it brought about in his reality were mostly related to the soul talents of Thousand Faces and Million Forms. He could see the affinities of the shells of deceased creatures and had also enjoyed the physical enhancements that came with levelling up his talents.

But now it was suddenly informing him that he could manifest those twisted and distorted shells from within the game into reality. It felt as if a conservative girlfriend, who insisted on turning off the lights even when clapping for love, had suddenly taken an interest and wanted to try mysterious things with him, like SM, cold and hot play, and "toxic dragon drilling".

The sudden revelation was kind of hard to accept...

"Should I try the effects of manifesting a shell?"

Though it was difficult to accept, Lin Xun still wanted to give it a try. Purely driven by curiosity, nothing else.

"Let's give it a shot."

Just as Lin Xun was about to manifest a shell, his gaze unexpectedly fell on the cramped rental room he was in. He promptly stopped.

"What if the manifestation of a shell causes some damage... I still have a 3000 yuan deposit with the landlord."

After quickly tidying up, he left the rental room.

...

Suburb of Wencheng.

A gloomy high rise building had already been constructed without being properly finished, clearly it was a long-abandoned construction. The absence of a bustling construction team and the general desolation made it obvious that the place had been deserted for quite some time.

Lin Xun made haste to climb to the rooftop of the building. It seemed too conspicuous though, so he decided to go down one level.

"This place is good. There's enough room for the shell to stretch out."

Under his feet was a thick, dust-coated, cement floor, strewn with bricks, fragments, and surrounded by sturdy gray cement pillars.

[You have manifested the 'shell' of the 'Blood Sun Church's Law Knight'.]

A sensation of burning pain swept over his entire body, as if a red-hot hammer was pounding his muscles, bones and internal organs. Lin Xun clenched his fists, and gritted his teeth.

The world in front of him was painted in an eerie red, as his modest muscles began to bloat and bulge, his entire skeletal framework was rattling and shaking.

His denim short sleeve shirt was gradually being covered by a dark silver metal plate armor. His point of view rose, then gradually began to narrow horizontally as a heavy helmet with a rectangular opening appeared over his head.

A breeze blew over, causing the scarlet cloak fixed on his shoulder armor to flutter in the wind.

In the blink of an eye, he had transformed into a medieval knight in heavy armor, more than two meters tall, and rippling with bulging muscles all over!

Clutching the golden broken spear as thick as an egg in his hand, with erratic sparks flickering on its shaft, Lin Xun could only feel a terrifying surge of power filling his body.

His gaze locked onto a reinforced concrete pillar in front of him, so thick that it would take two men to circle its girth with their arms.

Lin Xun held the spear with both hands, took a step forward, the metal plate armors rubbing against each other and making noise. A twisting noise resonated as he struck with the near two meter long Dragon Hunting Spear, and a terrifying pressure swept towards him.

"BOOM!!!"

Dazzling sparks flashed, debris splattered and a thick layer of dust was kicked up all over.

A moment later, as the dust settled, the robust cement pillar before him was as good as tofu, smashed to pieces with just one strike, leaving only rubble on the ground.

"Is this the horrifying power of the shell?"

Looking at his hands, which were now covered by a metallic arm guard, he was utterly astounded.

At the edge of the roof was a pool of water, reflecting sunlight.

Lin Xun approached it and curiously removed his heavy knight helmet.

In the reflection of the water surface, a deformed monstrous face was being displayed, the scarlet light reflected in its eyes was especially piercing.

"Damn!"

Lin Xun was so scared by the horrifying face that he immediately cancelled the manifestation of the shell.

In a flash, a good-looking guy, one meter eight in height, dressed in a short-sleeved denim outfit, snaps back to reality.

"With this face, you can definitely frighten away a movie theater full of people if you star in a horror flick."

Lin Xun, who had made up his mind never to remove his helmet easily, muttered to himself.

After a long while, Lin Xun, having calmed down his emotions, prepared to go downstairs to go home.

"Patter, patter…"

In the quiet and empty hallway, rhythmic footsteps echoed.

Someone was coming?

Lin Xun instinctively hid behind a cement pillar.

A man wearing sunglasses and a duckbill cap walked slowly up the stairs, followed by a man wearing a clown mask.

The clown was holding a gun in his hand, the dark muzzle pointed at the man in the sunglasses' head.

"Pigeon...no, I should call you Zero, I guess. I can't believe you're the moles that the council has planted in the organization. Heh heh, this is a nice place, suitable for your graveyard."

A low husky voice came out from behind the clown mask.

Zero chuckled, "If you want to kill, just kill. Why this big talk?"

The clown prodded the man's head with the muzzle of his gun: "I'll give you one last chance. Tell me everything you know about the council's plans against the organization. Maybe I'll spare your life."

"Sure, I can tell you. The latest action plan from the Council is to go to your house and fuck your mother!" Zero, backed turned to the clown, flipped him the finger.

"You want to provoke me, then die a swift death? Heh heh, don't worry, I will make you wish you were dead."

"Bang!"

The clown pressed down the gun muzzle and fired a round at Zero's knee.

Blood splattered. The pain in Zero's knee brought him to the floor. Cold sweat broke out on his forehead. He bit his teeth so hard that he didn't scream out.

"Who's there? Come out!" The clown suddenly reversed the muzzle and pointed it at a cement pillar not too far away.

"Don't want to come out, do you?"

The clown fired another shot, hitting Zero's other knee, crippling him.

He then took out a hand grenade and was about to throw it behind the cement pillar.

"Clang! Clang!"

From behind the pillar, a knight in heavy armor, as tall as a steel tower, stepped out slowly. With each step he took, the cement floor of the building issued a cracking sound, as if it couldn't bear the weight.

The dark silver metal armor covered his whole body, with a bloody red sun engraved on his chest. The broken golden spear in his hand was still two meters long, and the crimson cloak behind him was rustling in the morning breeze.

"Apostle?!"

The clown let out a disbelieving cry, turned around, and tried to run away.

The eyes of the Law Knight were full of intense red light, and the Dragon Hunting Spear held in both hands was flickering with golden lightning.

He lowered his head slightly, propelled himself forward, and a strange crimson aura poured out crazily from the gaps in his armor.

Countless crimson auras swirled around the metal knight like bloody ribbons...

Bloody Charge!

"Roar..."

Several cement pillars that stood between the man and the monster were crushed like tofu, unable to block the knight's charging steps at all.

The clown felt as if a charging metal beast was rushing towards him!

No! It was a heavily armored tank!

Then everything turned black in front of his eyes.

The sound of flesh and bone being crushed echoed, and the clown's body was ripped apart and stuck to the gray cement wall in various pieces. The mix of red and white splashed on the wall, forming a gruesome painting.

Amidst the clanging, the towering knight turned around, with bloody chunks of flesh still clinging to his metal armor, his crimson gaze shifting to Zero, who lay limp and pale on the floor ...