Apocalypse: I Built the Infinite Train - Chapter 80: Corruption

This was the apocalypse. Humanity was at the brink of extinction, all resources were exhausted, and the entire world was in ruins.

Just then, enormous, mysterious black towers appeared in various locations across the globe.

Inside the towers, there were huge amounts of resources. The greater the number of floors of the towers, the more resources it contained. However, corresponding to that, there were also more powerful beasts protecting them.

The only way for one to obtain what he desires is to become stronger and defeat them.

As such, at the demand of the Global Federal Government, teenagers who are of age have to go to the towers to awaken their talents.

Liu yan, who had transmigrated here, awakened the SSS-rank talent: “God-tier Extraction.”

Extract the impurities, and increase the power level of his equipment.

Extract the beasts, and obtain resources to level up.

Until one day, he realized that he could extract the stats and talents of other people…

This marked the beginning of Liu yan’s journey of endless harvesting.

In the shadowed halls of the Nether Blossom Sect and the treacherous expanse of the cultivation world, mastery is a dance of power, lust, and betrayal.True enlightenment lies not in forcing the path, but in weaving ambition with desire until the cultivator becomes one with their schemes.Only when the line blurs between ally and enemy, pleasure and pain, does one glimpse the ruthless truth of the dao.Lin Fengyang, a spark in a realm of predators, forges his ascent through cunning and will.His enemies plot in whispers, their blades hidden in smiles, but he’ll carve his legend across sects, empires, and heavens, one step, one scheme, one conquest at a time.In this cultivation world, trust is a lie, and every touch is a gambit. He is the schemer of shadows, the breaker of chains, and the bane of those who underestimate him.Read now to witness a tale of dark cultivation, where ambition burns brighter than any flame.

Cal was the pride of his guild, the one that other Initiates looked up to. Then he died. So did his guild.His understanding of the world shattered before his death. His guild was nothing compared to others, which meant he was the best of the worst.When Cal was given a second chance, he wouldn’t repeat his mistakes. Who cared about being a [Mage] when it would just mean death? He would survive, even if it meant being something he sneered at in his previous life.A [Farmer].Of course, when did anything go according to plan? Never.

He always told me that he dreamed of me at night.