Chapter 831: Chapter 569: Promotion to Level C Employee! (10K!) Chapter 831: Chapter 569: Promotion to Level C Employee! (10K!) In just two to three days, the world had beco a horrific sight of wounds and scars.
A city once by the sea, the earthquakes had not stopped, high-rise buildings torn like pieces of paper, dust filling the air, streets riven with huge cracks, countless people trying to struggle amidst the cries and wails, but ultimately being engulfed by the subterranean, thunderous vibrations that drowned out all sound.
And in the coastal regions, tens of thousands of ships of varying sizes lay stranded on the dried-up seabed, shattered amidst the roiling, filthy mire that surged like ocean waves.
However, as celestial fragnts tinged with a red glow pierced the atmosphere, bringing their force earthward,
the prisons built by higher beings through constructs of consciousness were suddenly breached with a “hole.”
Almost simultaneously, a will from beyond seed to seize this mont, slipping into this world through that “hole.”
The intangible force soon quelled the earthquakes, storms, extre cold, and other natural and man-made disasters of The Collapsed Azure World.
Gray haze began to form at predetermined locations around the world…
“Drip—”
Pale, hollow, monotonous flute sounds arose from various parts of the world.
“The Train in the Fog! It’s the train! How could it appear?!” In the ruins, an employee, bloodied and now towering at thirty ters tall in the form of a Mist Giant, cried out loudly upon seeing this scene.
But a second later, a special inspiration made him and all surviving employees understand why.
“The Train in the Fog” had co in accordance with so long-standing contract, to evacuate the civilians!
It was also at this mont that he felt as if there were a clear bell ringing in his head.
Imdiately afterward, a first-ever global-scale ga-event occurred since he had joined the company!
[Global Event: Transfer ordinary lives onto “The Train in the Fog” as much as possible. The onboard passengers will later be moved to various safe refuge evacuation points after a considerable amount of ti.]
“Note”: Mission countdown 11 hours 59 minutes 37 seconds.
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At the sa ti, the internal communication network ford in his mind, and the employee imdiately connected to it, discovering that in just a few minutes, there had already been a flood of ssages.
“Guys, don’t ask so much for now, hurry to the train! The fight has just started, ordinary people can’t handle it!”
“Never mind all that, save people! Save them!!!”
“…”
Watching a stream of ssages, the employee transford into the Mist Giant opened up, liberating thousands of people from a shelter he had been protecting: “Hurry onto the train!”
The people, still etched with panic on their faces, didn’t understand the situation, but under that roar, they were sowhat brought back to their senses.
They then rushed towards the opening gates of the train.
At the location of the train, a fully ard staff mber with six chanical arms and two auxiliary chanical heads stepped out from each doorway.
So arms swirled with signalling lights, guiding people to discover this place; so arms brandished laser weapons, striking back the encircling anomalies; others waved like a conductor’s baton, directing swarms of drones against the enemy…
“Please hurry over…”
The distressed survivors, looking at the guide, for so reason naturally felt a sense of trust; they rushed over the shattered ground, undeterred even as sharp objects pierced their feet or as broken stones cut their arms and legs.
That not-so-large train doorway was one of their few, remaining hopes for survival!
“Though I don’t know where you co from, I can feel you’re an employee like us; I leave them in your hands…”
The staff mber, shaped like a Mist Giant, carrying scores of young and old who couldn’t run, approached the train, placed the people down, and called out to the six-ard and three-brained ard reception staff mber.
The operative’s facial lights flickered, signalling sothing like “Leave it to ,” and with a wave of their hand, shapes of light began to shimr beside them, casting dozens of three-dinsional light projections.
Oddly enough, these projections could interact with reality, and they began to help the injured into the train cars.
Seeing this, the employee, shaped like the Mist Giant, nodded his head and was about to leave when a child stopped him: “Big brother who can beco a giant, where are you going…”
Hearing this, he let out a rough laugh and turned around: “I am going to be a hero.”
With that, he walked away.
If he rembered correctly, a governnt shelter lay not too far away, just a few dozen kiloters.
There, a large number of ordinary people still needed to be evacuated.
The ard staff mber watched him leave, raising a hand in salute, then began their own work.
However, not all evacuation efforts in the area were going so smoothly.
“Save , take with you, or else I’ll, I’ll blow us all up with a bomb…”
“Just because I’m a Heretic, you refuse to save ?!”
“My dog, my dog is dead, I don’t want to live either, don’t touch , I don’t want to live anymore sob sob…”
“Haha, it’s the apocalypse, it won’t make a difference where you run, just let enjoy… ”
“I have superpowers now! My System has awakened! I am the favored child of heaven, hahaha…”
In a less devastated area far from the core battlefield, only having experienced sothing akin to an Eighth Level earthquake, several employees looked at the chaos in the city before them, unsure where to start.
The disaster was terrifying, but the chaos caused by the millions of survivors was even more draining on the spirit.
“What to do, what to do in this situation, at tis like these, shouldn’t we all unite? Why are there so many trivial issues…”
An Employee Level E, not highly-ranked and covered in blood, murmured to himself, shielding so innocent people behind him while confronting a mad Awakener.
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