Return to the Apocalypse

Chapter 27 Return to the Apocalypse

A long time had passed, yet it felt like an instant. As soon as Ian's senses returned to his body, he immediately drew his wand from his waist and held it in his hand.

Looking at the familiar surroundings that seemed like a distant memory, a sense of disorientation, as if it were all a dream, filled my entire body. Fortunately, the magic wand in my hand and the infinitely extending backpack behind me constantly proved that it was not a dream.

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"Now that we have the capability and resources, it's time to develop a survival plan, but we must survive. Sometimes, people in the apocalypse are more terrifying than parasites."

In the short term, concealment should be the priority. In other words, the location we are in now should be similar to that of Northern Europe in my previous life, a region with a very low population density. As long as we stay away from the city center, there should not be too much danger.

As for the long-term plan, let's initially set it in the desert region; even a harsh environment won't hinder the unlimited expansion potential.

As Ian made plans, he picked and chose among the places where he used to live.

Adhering to the principle of not wasting anything, he found some relatively intact daily necessities and packed them into his backpack, after all, he had also experienced hardship.

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"Wuhu, take off!"

Ian took out his "treasured" Fireball flying broom, flipped himself up, and with a light push of his feet, the broom, which was marketed for its explosive power, accelerated instantly.

A day may seem short to some, but it can feel incredibly long to others.

Ian sat on his broom, gazing at the once bustling commercial street and rows of office buildings, now only a vast, desolate silence remained. Apart from the sound of the wind as he flew, there was no other sound.

It's as if you're the only one left in the whole world, or as if you've been abandoned by the whole world, and an absurd sense of loneliness arises spontaneously.

Although the flight took more than an hour, it did not actually cross any city.

Besides having to be constantly on guard against the unexpected bird parasites, Ian also planned to search the nearby shopping malls and supermarkets for any household items that hadn't been damaged, so he just kept circling over the city.

After all, the technological development of this world is similar to that of the previous life, far surpassing that of England in the 90s.

"Generator! Generator! I can't believe I didn't think of that. I should have prepared more empty barrels."

Ian stared at the empty gas station in front of him and muttered to himself.

This was truly a blind spot for him; he was still the same person who only worried about food and survival, never thinking about how to improve his quality of life after gaining magical powers.

"But it's not too late now. Supermarkets and shopping malls should have plenty of containers. It'll just mean making a few more trips. The parasites aren't really a threat anymore."

Ian no longer felt the initial panic and fear towards the world, just as the widely circulated saying goes: "All fear stems from insufficient firepower."

After gaining magical powers, as long as he doesn't do anything reckless, he can generally handle any unexpected event with ease.

Sometimes it's really hard for humans to understand the joy of hamsters, but Ian was fully experiencing that joy at that moment.

After several hours of gathering supplies and exploring the city, he had no choice but to shift his base camp selection to the city's luxury villa district.

In a country with a low population density and sparse land, high-end villa areas appear even more sparsely populated.

Moreover, all you need to do is completely remove the parasitic plants to create a decent vegetable garden. Although the vegetables you grow will still be parasitized, the surviving humans are well-immune to the parasites.

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The shortest distance between two points is always a straight line, so for Ian, who can fly and ignore obstacles, this avoids too many pointless battles and saves a lot of time.

Before long, he arrived at the wealthy villa area marked on the map. Tall shrubs and roadside lawns had grown wildly during this period of neglect, lush and verdant like a small forest.

Spanning tens of thousands of square meters, the area is dotted with exquisite and elegant European-style villas, which appear unusually dilapidated and desolate.

The view from mid-air offered a clear panoramic view of the entire area, and Ian was generally quite satisfied with the environment and architecture.

Because I knew I would be living there for at least a period of time, I was very careful in choosing the location.

The location was chosen to be towards the back, in a more desolate area, to avoid the intrusion of many small animal parasites.

The first thing you see is a somewhat lonely two-story cylindrical building, with the nearest house more than a hundred meters away.

After confirming the location, he landed and first observed and looked around to ensure safety before cautiously entering the building to check the situation.

Perhaps due to its remote location, or perhaps because of its architectural style, it was difficult to sell. In any case, Ian was fortunate enough to discover that it was an empty villa with no inhabitants.

After carefully inspecting both the upper and lower floors to ensure nothing was missed, Ian began his land reclamation plan.

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"Blazing Flames"

As Ian chanted the incantation, an orange fire serpent instantly erupted from the wand, burning intensely in a fan shape.

The blazing orange flames quickly formed a sea of ​​fire several meters high, burning the waist-high weeds within a radius of tens of meters to ashes.

Having experienced a second awakening of his magic, his accumulated magic power is now comparable to that of a normal adult wizard.

Even after releasing this weakened version of the Vulcan spell, Ian did not feel any reduction in magic power or mental fatigue.

"Now we don't need to fertilize our vegetables anymore."

Ian looked at the barren land, about a hundred meters in front of him, covered with grass and wood dust, and thought to himself with a sense of happiness.

After all, the gene for growing vegetables from his previous life was already deeply rooted in his soul.

Time flowed slowly by, and the sun set in the west, bringing dusk. Compared to a bare-bones villa, Ian preferred to live in his infinitely expandable backpack.

After having a simple dinner of some soft bread, setting up a few defensive spells on my backpack and hiding them, I chose to enter the infinitely extended space to relax and rest.

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