My Apocalypse Territory

Tang Yu walked straight ahead, not to the fifth floor but to the fourth.

The training facilities on the third and fourth floors were the same.

Facilities like the velocity track, response space, and gravity room, each floor had two of them. He granted access to the third floor for Patrol Team members, while the fourth floor was reserved for him and a few followers.

When Tang Yu arrived, he found that one of the gravity room's hatch doors was tightly closed.

The indicator light above was on, which meant someone was using it.

Without having to think, he knew it was the cultivation fanatic, Kong.

He entered another gravity room and used voice control to close the hatch door.

The inside of the gravity room was like a pristine white room, not large, only about thirty to forty square meters. The surroundings, the floor, and the ceiling were all extremely hard metallic walls, effectively preventing damage by users.

There were no control instruments inside, and the increase or decrease of gravity was all controlled by voice.

This wasn't considered high-tech. Voice control was just for convenience because if push-button controls were used, it might happen that the gravity was set too high, pinning the user down, and when they wished to decrease the gravity, they would be unable to press the button.

That would be quite embarrassing.

Voice control was better, unless the user deliberately added gravity they couldn't withstand, which would compress them so much that they couldn't even open their mouth.

Then there was nothing they could do...

Anyway, he wouldn't do something so foolish, and he figured no one else would be so rash, right?

"But still, this gravity room has safety measures. If the user is detected to be in life-threatening danger, it will automatically adjust the gravity back. Maybe it's possible to take a risk and not die?"

Tang Yu shook his head to avoid entertaining any more thoughts of taking such risks.

Taking a risk might not kill you, but you could end up bedridden for days.

"With my current physical condition, I should be able to withstand five, six, seven, eight, nine times the gravity without a problem. However, it's still better to increase it bit by bit."

Tang Yu controlled the gravity to increase gradually.

Hmm, by increments of 0.1 times, slowly increasing.

After all, there needed to be a process of adaptation.

As the gravity increased, his chest gradually felt a bit oppressive.

His bones crackled, and an invisible pressure weighed down on his body, compressing every cell.

His brain felt somewhat dizzy.

Even breathing became more rapid.

Tang Yu slowly adjusted his breathing and moved his body slowly to adapt to the changing gravity.

Gradually, he managed to assume a pose, which was a preparatory movement for Heavy Slash and also one of the movements of the Knight Cultivation Method.

Initially, his movements were slow, but under this high-intensity pressure, Tang Yu's movements actually became smoother and smoother.

After going through a set of movements.

He couldn't help but exert force suddenly, swinging out a punch.

This was the Combat Skill, Heavy Slash.

Without using a sword, he instead condensed all his body's energy and blood onto his fist.

He struck heavily against a wall.

Bang~~

Tang Yu's expression contorted.

It was pain.

And it was fatigue.

Under normal circumstances, with his physical strength, he could perform Heavy Slash three times at least. However, under the gravity room's multiple gravity effects, all kinds of consumption also increased exponentially.

This one use of Heavy Slash completely drained him.

He immediately collapsed halfway to the ground.

Struggling to reach out, he fumbled for a crystal from his pocket.

This was a Source Power Crystal.

Modified from a Source Crystal, it had the effect of restoring Source Power.

It could also be used to recover physical strength, albeit somewhat wastefully.

Tang Yu held the Source Power Crystal in his hand. The Source Power was immediately drawn out, flowing into his body like a babbling brook.

Gradually, he recovered.

His hand didn't hurt, and he wasn't even out of breath.

His complexion looked a lot better, too.

This was the effect of the Consuming Crystal Cultivation Skill.

Moments later,

Tang Yu wasn't sure if it was his imagination, but he felt that his fists were stronger, and he suddenly found the motivation to continue his cultivation.

...

The next day.

The weather was clear.

The temperature had dropped a couple of degrees from the previous days, not too hot; it was a great day for assessments.

This time, nearly thirty people had signed up for the Patrol Team examination.

With so many participants, Tang Yu decided to hold it at the hotel in the middle section of the resort.

Aside from the villa area, most of the demolishable buildings within the whole resort had been torn down. This hotel was one of the rare few buildings that remained intact.

It was also the largest building within the Sanctuary, aside from those with system construction.

It was here that he had witnessed Number One violently slaying a powerful Demonized Beast. The traces of that battle had been repaired and were hardly noticeable now.

Even those parts of the walls that had been shattered in the fight had been converted into doors and windows... They looked fine, but whether the quality was guaranteed was another matter.

Anyway...

Tang Yu glanced at the people before him, most of whom were Awakeners. He figured that if there was danger, they should... probably not be crushed to death, right?

The first part was a written test.

The test mostly consisted of general knowledge questions regarding the post-apocalypse.

To join the Patrol Team, strength was important, but intelligence could not fall too far below the standard.

Tang Yu stroked his chin, deep in thought.

Some of these questions were his own creation, and as the test designer, it was quite pleasurable to watch the candidates struggle with them.

Just because they were general knowledge questions didn't mean they were easy points.

He watched the examination hall with an unfathomable smile on his face.

At the moment,

The hotel lobby had already been arranged with plenty of desks and chairs.

Luo Zhe stood at the front as the chief invigilator with a serious expression.

His robust stature and solemn demeanor were enough to instill fear in most of the survivors taking the exam, deterring any thoughts of cheating... Not that they had the capability to cheat.

The deputy invigilator was Chen Haiping, and he was reviewing the test papers.

When the time came, many people waiting outside the hall entered, holding their number cards, ready for the assessment.

Zhao Ming was very excited at this moment.

Once he passed this exam, he would be a member of the Patrol Team.

As he walked in, he observed the other survivors who were taking the assessment with him.

However, he didn't see the impressively burly brother from yesterday.

Didn't he sign up?

He felt somewhat disappointed, and it seemed a pity.

Zhao Ming really had high hopes for that big brother. Although in yesterday's circumstances, with many Awakeners present and their energies clashing, it was difficult to discern others' strengths without paying close attention.

Zhao Ming was unaware of the big brother's actual strength, but somehow, he felt confident in him, just as he was confident in himself.

It was a shame...

He had been thinking that, once he joined the Patrol Team, he'd stick with the big brother for warmth. After all, according to his extensive reading and summary of experiences, as a newbie in the Patrol Team, they might suffer bullying from the veterans, so it was wise to be prepared.

It seemed he would have to find someone else now.

Zhao Ming also saw the Iron Hammer Brothers, but neither yesterday nor today did he recognize their identities.

He hadn't intentionally sensed their auras.

Without their large iron hammers, the tall thin man and the short fat man didn't really stand out.

At most, one was too thin, the other too short.

Zhao Ming shook his head.

He took a seat at his assigned place.