Doomsday Wonderland Vol. 11: Modern World [Complete]

1304: A New Day in the New World, Self-Reliant Lin Sanjiu

Lin Sanjiu wanted to kill someone.

As she leaped to her feet, a growl from the previous world still echoed in her throat. Her arms, already tensed and ready to smash someone into a pulp with a single punch, found no target and helplessly fell back, leaving her frustrated and gasping for air. Standing still, she was momentarily lost in thought, replaying the scene where the grand prize was dragged into the sea right before the teleportation, listening to the thunderous sound of water.

She should have killed the gray-faced man from the start.

No matter how she breathed in and out, it did nothing to ease the heavy stone pressing against her chest. She felt a ticklish sensation on her face and neck and, upon wiping it, realized she was splashed with seawater before being teleported. Clenching her fists, she felt as if she could still sense the lingering warmth of the grand prize in the seawater. As her anger subsided slightly, she finally noticed she was standing on a bustling street, surrounded by the noise of people and cars.

She looked up dazedly to see neon signs of various sizes stretching across the evening sky, their colorful texts rolling by, fiercely vying for attention; the faces of beautiful young men and women adorned large advertisements, offering similar bright smiles to the passersby. Suddenly, a car horn blared sharply, followed by a string of accented curses.

"Move over a bit," someone whispered to their companion, sidestepping Lin Sanjiu to hurry along the wall to the other side of the street.

"You really do see all sorts of weirdos," a girl softly said to her boyfriend as their hurried figures flitted like clouds across the glass windows of street shops.

Many others looked at her blankly and then quickly turned away, continuing their brisk walk as if it were normal to see a woman drenched from head to toe on the roadside every day—nothing surprising.

Lin Sanjiu was stunned.

After a moment of thought, she shielded herself with one hand while discreetly opening the stack of visas the grand prize had given her with the other. The sheer number of visas would drop the jaws of any organization in the Twelve Worlds—visas that others would desperately fight to the death for, and yet the grand prize casually handed her twenty or thirty.

A large portion was for the Karma Museum, where Yuan Xiangxi was sent, and the rest included names like Red Nautilus and Heaven Underworld, covering all bases. However, after examining each visa, she found none labeled 'Journey Performed.'

Where had the Great Deluge sent her?

She lifted her head, stored the card, and took a few steps forward with the crowd—indeed, everyone passing by her seemed lethargic and dull. Their movements weren't unbearably slow, but to Lin Sanjiu, their actions seemed draggy and listless, as if they hadn't evolved at all.

She glanced around and spotted a subway station not far behind the street. A large clock at the corner showed it was 6:30, and the crowd of people heading home from work bustled past her. The longer she stood among them, the more aware she became of her soaked clothes.

Had this world not yet faced its doomsday? Could she be this lucky?

But wait, if this was a world that hadn't faced its doomsday, how was she supposed to survive?

Just like in the doomsday world, sleeping under the open sky and warming herself with a burning barrel... Wouldn't she just be a standard homeless person here?

Back in the doomsday world, she had fantasized countless times about returning to modern society. Yet now that the day had actually arrived, she was filled with nothing but confusion. She had no family or friends here, no place to go, and did not even know where she was. The surrounding shops, the noise, and the crowds rushing about for their livelihoods seemed like fragile illusions, unaware that they would be utterly shattered in six months.