Apocalypse Forecast

Chapter 1215: Chapter 926: The Sharma Family’s Meal

As a result, Sharma held back and didn’t pay him any attention.

They had been walking until they reached the mountaintop, where an isolation-room-like guest area had long been established.

With invisible walls sealing it inside and outside, BSL-6 Biological Protection was sufficient to lock out any level of chemical pollution. Just add a couple of showerheads, and they could invite guests like Luo Su for a refreshing bath.

Before them, the table was already piled with ’delicacies’—specifically unlimited instant noodles, cola, the Astronomical Society’s self-heating meals, and compressed biscuits.

Fat house self-service buffet, free to eat, eat assuredly.

Plenty to fill you up.

Huai Shi looked at the table full of things, speechless.

You only offered instant noodles, how about providing some hot water!

Otherwise, are people supposed to crumble it up and eat it dry...

Moreover, Sharma had no intention of showing up.

He didn’t plan to present his real face sincerely.

Only a moss-covered stone sculpture behind the table remained motionless, supporting its chin with its hand, reminiscent of the famous sculpture "The Thinker."

The indifferent middle-aged man’s face was full of exotic charm, with curly hair and a high nose bridge. The exceptionally floaty stone headscarf was adorned with layers of golden accessories and a ruby the size of an egg.

Even the stone sculpture’s pupils were lowered, looking at the table, not intending to glance at the visitors.

"You can start eating now."

The stone sculpture’s lips remained still, yet a cold voice was heard: "Half an hour, finish and leave."

"No need for that long, fifteen minutes will be enough."

Luo Su nonchalantly sat down, tapped Huai Shi’s shoulder: "Come on, Huai Shi, why aren’t you eating? It’s rare for an old predecessor to treat us."

He spoke, moving half of the items on the table over.

Huai Shi’s eye twitched, utterly without appetite.

Kidding, he wasn’t the young lad satisfied with noodles boiled in plain water anymore! At the very least, he’s a Hell Kitchen Demon now; wouldn’t it smell better to roast anything casually picked up from outside?

Yet he didn’t dare, after all, he couldn’t guarantee that the grill wouldn’t turn him into the dish itself.

He could only hold back.

Eat later outside...

Meanwhile, Luo Su had already rolled up his sleeves, opened a pack of Astronomical Society’s self-heating rations, and started gnawing on the vegetable pieces inside before the noodle cake and stew heated up.

The crunching sounds emitted a look of appetite.

Furthermore, he pulled out his phone, intending to browse videos as he ate.

"Hey, what’s the WiFi? Why can’t I find it?"

"I don’t have such things here."

Sharma coldly refused: "I’m not interested in what’s happening outside."

Hiss!

Huai Shi gasped several times, utterly unable to stop.

He was shocked.

More terrified than when he learned about the ecosystem bottle moments ago.

A shut-in so isolated they don’t even set up an internet connection, it was his first time encountering—Brother, aren’t we all right? Do you need to see a psychologist?

Beside him, after putting down the phone, Luo Su seriously proposed: "Sharma, I’m planning to rebuild the Heavenly Kingdom Genealogy, would you be interested in a..."

"Not interested."

Luo Su hadn’t finished speaking before Sharma interrupted him.

And Luo Su remained entirely composed, as if it were akin to a friend lacking time to join a game, casually nodding: "Alright, then forget it, let’s talk next time when there’s a chance."

Utterly unrelenting.

Not even an attempt to persuade.

Instead, he picked up a spoon and started eating the stew from the self-heating pack, savoring something that was referred to as heated wax and boiling olive oil mixed matter.

Occasionally chatting about everyday topics, almost like he was genuinely visiting.

"Speaking of which, you entered Utopia earlier than me, right?" Luo Su asked: "If I remember correctly, you should be... the second phase?"

"First phase."

Sharma replied coldly, his voice unwavering.

"Yeah, when I graduated from the fourth phase, you had already left. Actually, I should’ve called you an old predecessor; you must have feelings for Utopia, right?"

Luo Su said: "Mind telling me why you’re not interested?"

"Not convenient."

Sharma’s response remained succinct.

No matter how provocative or alluring Luo Su was, it was like wind gently brushing over a hill.

Even if he let Luo Su arrive right in front of him, he still had no intention of communicating or engaging—actually, letting him in at all might have been just a choice between weighing the pros and cons and picking the optimal solution?

From beginning to end, Sharma’s attitude never wavered.

He wouldn’t alter anything because of Luo Su’s provocations or words, nor did he plan to record anything Luo Su said on his schedule.

If you want to talk, speak, once finished, leave, and don’t come back.

Huai Shi suddenly realized that perhaps this incredibly reclusive strategy might be genuinely fatal for Luo Su.

No matter how cunning, no matter how glib the magician is, when facing an audience head down playing with their phone, they find themselves powerless. When the counterpart doesn’t care about the outcome of the magic, the dazzling process loses its significance.

But Luo Su didn’t seem to care at all.

It was as if he came here just to eat, and picked a random topic to kill time.

"But is this really okay?"

Luo Su asked with confusion, holding a spoon: "If we leave things like this, Utopia may never be revived."

Xear’s statue had no expression and would never show any expression.

He just replied coldly: "It has nothing to do with me."

"After all these years, do you have any hate towards Utopia?" Luo Su asked. "I think it should be a good place, you should like it."

Xear said: "It has nothing to do with you."

Luo Su’s eyebrows raised slightly, seemingly helpless: "Do you hate me that much?"

"No," Xear said, "Even more than that."

"Why?" Luo Su spread his hands in confusion. "Back then, when you guys were fighting, I took your side, you know? When you got beaten up, I took you to the medical room, and I did that quite a few times!"

"Did I ever ask you to?" Xear said. "Maybe you should choose someone else."

"Alright, I admit, at that time, I did have a bit of schadenfreude in mind, and wanted to show off my kindness and righteousness, but you didn’t lose out either, right?"

Luo Su asked: "Everyone gets what they need, isn’t that pleasant?"

"Not at all."

Xear reminded: "You have five minutes left."

"Then I really have to hurry."

Luo Su was taken aback and suddenly became anxious.

Then he buried his head in his meal, starting to shovel food as if it would be a pity not to finish it.

A bite of flatbread, a spoon of stew, then two swigs of instant drink, and amidst all that he said vaguely: "Since you’re not interested, I won’t drag on... But, I think Utopia is a nice place, everyone can find joy there, and everyone can accomplish something, you should be able to do the same.

Xear, you should really think about it. Anyway, idle is idle, better than being locked in a bottle alone, right?"

"No need."

Xear replied without hesitation: "I’m fine on my own."

"I know things were unpleasant back then, you don’t want to wade in the muddy water, I understand."

Luo Su finished his last bite, took out a handkerchief to wipe the corners of his mouth elegantly, and got up to say goodbye: "But before I leave, there is one more thing I should tell you.

You should listen carefully, Xear, this alone is unrelated to my intention."

He said: "Ying Fangzhou is dead."

In the brief silence, Huai Shi seemed to see the sight of the silent statue move slightly, but in the shadow, everything became unclear again.

"So? Wasn’t he already dead long ago?"

Xear said coldly, "That guy was so troublesome, not everyone liked him. Always wanting to play hero, it’s no surprise he died."

"True, you guys seemed to have had a bad relationship back then."

Luo Su seemed to just remember, slapped his head and sighed: "If you have a blacklist, he should be at the top.

You must hate cooperating with others, especially with someone so rigid. Every time you argued, you’d end up being pinned down... yet ironically, you couldn’t even win..."

"Bringing up old matters is meaningless."

Xear didn’t plan to engage further in this topic.

"I know, just thought you should know." Luo Su said: "He came back once more recently."

"What do you mean?"

"To say resurrected is not quite accurate, it should be ’reappeared’, right? Though briefly."

Luo Su thought for a moment, then sincerely sighed: "My student witnessed the whole process, the stance of that guy in battle was truly generous and inspiring, not to be outdone compared to the past.

Even just hearing others recounting it makes my old bones feel all fired up.

What’s unfortunate is, that guy never learned to accept others’ opinions till the end, not willing to be even a bit smooth, yet he never stepped back, still rigid.

It really makes one wonder whether to admire or feel helpless..."

The statue remained unmoved, not even wanting to listen any longer.

"Does this have anything to do with me?"

"I just want to hear your thoughts." Luo Su shrugged, "After all, you are the one among us who knows him the best."

"I have no opinion to give you."

Xear said: "You should leave, Luo Su, stick to your promise, never come back."

"Alright, then goodbye."

Luo Su waved gracefully, took a step back but left a slip of paper on the table: "There’s still plenty of time, if you change your mind, contact me anytime."

Xear did not speak again.

The statue returned to silence.

When Huai Shi followed Luo Su out of the stone sphere, with the crack in the door closing behind, he finally couldn’t hold back his curiosity.

"You just left like that?" he asked.

"What else?" Luo Su countered, "That’s an invincible creator in his own domain, can’t persuade him, and I can’t just whack him and drag him back, can I?

Moreover, long-term cooperation is like romance, what matters is mutual willingness, forcing something often leads to bad outcomes."

Huai Shi could only scoff silently, being fooled so many times, trusting him even a bit would be a brain malfunction.

He resolutely said: "You surely pulled some kind of trick!"

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