Apocalyptic Sequence

Chapter 32 Holy Inquisition

A one-time use spell scroll?

Lu Fan raised an eyebrow when he saw the description of "The Recorder's Scroll".

This scroll's effect is somewhat similar to the Sharingan, allowing you to replicate someone else's extraordinary abilities, but only once; it falls into the category of consumables.

If used properly, it might just turn the tide.

Lu Fan carefully put away the scroll and then stored the golden hourglass in his spatial backpack.

Then, looking out the window at the rows of apartment buildings where the lights had been turned off, indicating that it was late at night, Lu Fan, feeling extremely sleepy, climbed into the large bed and fell into a deep sleep.

The next morning, Lu Fan was woken up by knocking on the door.

When he opened the door, he found it was his class monitor, Ji Guxuan, who was carrying a bag of steamed buns and soy milk, waiting for Lu Fan to open the door.

"This is the breakfast I bought for you, eat it quickly."

Ji Guxuan handed the breakfast to Lu Fan and walked into the house with practiced ease.

Because it was a newly moved-in house, many pieces of furniture were missing. There was only an eight-immortal table and four wooden chairs. Ji Guxuan sat on the chairs and watched Lu Fan eat the breakfast she had brought.

"Aren't you going to eat?" Lu Fan asked curiously.

"I've already had breakfast, you don't need to worry about me." Ji Guxuan smiled as she watched Lu Fan eat breakfast, looking very happy.

From Lu Fan's perspective, Ji Guxuan was wearing light makeup, which made her already beautiful appearance even more stunning, earning her a nine out of ten score. In the context of the apocalypse, she was undoubtedly a top-tier beauty.

After all, the number of girls who survived the apocalypse was already significantly less than the number of boys.

A woman should look good to those who please her.

Lu Fan wasn't stupid; of course he understood Ji Guxuan's thoughts.

But he didn't explicitly reveal the truth, and both of them maintained a tacit understanding. This breakfast was the testament to the ambiguity between them.

From this perspective, Lu Fan is actually quite a scumbag...

But what can you do when this is the apocalypse? Civilization has collapsed, and many rules no longer apply. As long as it's consensual, no one can interfere with Lu Fan's romantic relationships with several girls.

Ji Guxuan watched Lu Fan eat and suddenly interjected:

"By the way, there are still a few classmates who survived. Let's get ready to have a class reunion tomorrow."

"Being able to escape from Jinling University can be considered a life-or-death experience. This class reunion is to celebrate everyone's new life and also to commemorate the other classmates who died."

"In addition, I also invited alumni from other departments of Jinling University to get to know each other. We're all from Jinling University, so we can look out for each other in the future..."

Listening to Ji Guxuan's story, Lu Fan put down his half-full cup of soy milk and asked, "How many survivors are there from Jinling University?"

"There are about two hundred survivors who rode in the same batch of troop carriers as us," Ji Guxuan counted on her fingers. "After moving into Silvermoon Fortress, we were all assigned to the First Food Processing Plant. Everyone had to start working on the assembly line, producing packaged foods such as French cupcakes and whole wheat bread."

"Sigh, I never thought that after going through so much trouble to get into a top university, thinking I had a bright future, I would end up being an ordinary worker on an assembly line before I even graduate."

Listening to Ji Guxuan's complaints, Lu Fan was both amused and exasperated. Indeed, it was a waste of talent for a top student from Jinling University to work as an assembly line worker, but that was the reality of the post-apocalyptic world.

Silvermoon Fortress, which has taken in a large number of refugees, is already short of jobs. Providing assembly line work is actually a great favor to the many students.

After all, there are still many refugees without official jobs inside Silvermoon Fortress. Once their two-month allowance expires, they will no longer be able to receive relief funds from the government, and their future will be even more precarious.

To earn military merit points, they had no choice but to risk joining the army and venturing into abandoned cities to search for survivors.

The danger of such work is self-evident; in comparison, work on an assembly line is quite safe.

As a crucial facility of Silvermoon Fortress, the First Food Processing Plant offers virtually no possibility of unemployment, making even ordinary workers eligible for permanent positions—a plus in the marriage market.

It is worth mentioning that the class reunion organized by Ji Guxuan also had the function of socializing.

"The class reunion was held in the canteen of the First Food Processing Plant."

"Don't forget to come at 7 p.m.

After Ji Guxuan told her the time and place, she slapped her forehead, realizing, "I almost forgot, your identity is rather special. You weren't assigned to the food factory by the military, so you don't know the way at all..."

"I'll personally pick you up at the factory gate then."

Hearing Ji Guxuan's words, Lu Fan did not hide his plans and said frankly, "I am already an extraordinary one, and if nothing unexpected happens, I should join the [Holy Judgment] department."

"The Holy Tribunal?!"

As expected, Ji Guxuan's mouth dropped open.

Although she had expected it, having witnessed Lu Fan's amazing swordsmanship firsthand and knowing that he was favored by the military, she did not expect that Lu Fan was already an extraordinary individual and was about to join the [Holy Judgment] department.

If food factory workers are considered to be on the government payroll, then members of the [Sacred Judgment Office] are mid-level managers, definitely on the administrative payroll, at least at the section chief level. The difference between the two is like heaven and earth.

At this moment, even Ji Guxuan, a top student at Jinling University, couldn't help but feel a little inferior.

This is the end times, a new era where the extraordinary are revered.

"I have to go now, I need to get ready to report."

Lu Fan finished the last sip of soy milk, threw the packaging into the trash can, and got up to go to the Holy Tribunal.

"Lu Fan!"

Ji Guxuan shouted behind him, and Lu Fan turned around to see her somewhat apprehensive yet expectant expression: "Don't be late tomorrow, I'll be waiting for you!"

"it is good."

Lu Fan waved his hand, turned around and left the residential area.

Walking along the main road towards the "Third District," Lu Fan walked for more than half an hour because there were no ride-hailing services inside Silvermoon Fortress. Although it was not a very long distance, it took Lu Fan a full half hour to walk.

Looks like I'll have to get a bicycle when I have time.

Lu Fan muttered to himself.

The entire Silvermoon Fortress is divided into three layers: the inner city, the outer city residential area, and the factory suburbs.

The third block is located in the inner city and is mainly the location of the headquarters of government agencies.

A very small number of high-ranking federal officials also live in the Third District, which is definitely a wealthy area.

Soon, Lu Fan found a tall building with gray walls, where a long line stretched all the way to the end of the street.

According to the map information on the phone, the building is indeed the headquarters of the Holy Tribunal.

"Those applying for extraordinary skills, please line up at the back of the queue!"

A staff member held a megaphone and kept calling out to the crowd.

"So many people?"

Lu Fan was somewhat surprised. Just because he could master extraordinary skills did not mean that such abilities were easy to obtain.

After all, for others who don't have a skill panel, upgrading a normal skill to Lv.5 is incredibly difficult.

Hearing Lu Fan's words, the staff member next to him complained, "There are too many ungrateful people. They clearly only know a little bit, but they still want to apply for extraordinary skills, hoping to obtain secret medicine through this."

"Attempting to advance to the level of Extraordinary and join the [Holy Tribunal]..."

"Honestly, they have absolutely no self-awareness!"

Hearing this complaint, Lu Fan shook his head and turned to walk towards the building entrance.

"Hey, hey, hey, you have to go back and line up!"

Those queuing nearby spoke up to stop him, their tone and expression quite unfriendly. Seeing this, the staff also stepped forward to stop Lu Fan, but unexpectedly, Lu Fan waved his hand and said, "I am an extraordinary person, I shouldn't have to queue like them, right?"

"What?"

The staff couldn't believe their ears, but the next second, Lu Fan opened his palm, and a flame was born in his palm—it was the ability of 'trickery'.

"Not... an extraordinary one?!"

The crowd in line erupted in excitement, turning to look at Lu Fan with undisguised envy and jealousy, along with a hint of the same awe they shared with others.

Keep in mind that even if they truly possess extraordinary skills, it would still take them two to three months to apply for and receive the secret medicine.

Those who possess extraordinary skills are already extremely rare.

Such a person might be hard to find even among thousands of fortress residents.

As for the truly extraordinary ones, they are one in ten thousand!

With such a status, one is naturally qualified to enter the [Holy Judgment Hall] without needing to queue.

"Sir, please come with me!"

Staff immediately led the way, pushing through the crowd to guide Lu Fan into the building.

Upon arriving at the registration desk, the staff member knocked on the table and said urgently, "Song Xue, quickly register this gentleman for an interview; he is a true extraordinary individual."

Upon hearing this, Song Xue quickly put down the person she had been greeting and turned to Lu Fan, saying, "Sir, may I ask your name...?"

"Lu Fan, the information records about me should have been reported by Colonel Xiao Yu."

"Ah, so you're Lu Fan!"

Song Xue nodded hurriedly and said urgently, "Officer Xiao Yu has already given instructions that if Mr. Lu comes, the assessment process will be waived, and you will be assigned a member status of the [Holy Judgment Hall]."

"According to the group assignments drawn by lot, you have been assigned to the third group of the patrol department."

"Please follow me to collect your identification badge and team uniform."

Song Xue led Lu Fan to the logistics department, where they received an identity badge with a silver moon design and a black and red extraordinary uniform.

After changing his clothes, even people who didn't know Lu Fan could tell that he was a formal member of the Holy Tribunal and a highly respected extraordinary individual.

Then, Song Xue led Lu Fan to the office of the third patrol group in the patrol department.

Before I even opened the door, I heard a gasp from inside the office:

"Another serial murder case?"

"Are the police officers incompetent? Why do they always push all the blame onto the Holy Tribunal?"

Upon hearing the voice, Lu Fan felt it was somewhat familiar, but couldn't quite place it. So, he knocked on the door and walked into the office the next second.

Then, Lu Fan was stunned.

He saw a stunningly beautiful black-haired girl sitting with her legs crossed in the office, complaining to another young team member, her words filled with dissatisfaction with the Public Security Bureau.

Lu Fan met the black-haired girl.

The other party was none other than the mysterious girl who bumped into him in the Ming Palace, an extraordinary person named "Jiang Huamei"!