CHAPTER 40: CHAPTER 40: THE ASSOCIATION’S REWARD!

After all, this thing was created just for the people of each civilization to see.

If someone in the Martial Arts World doesn’t believe it, Martial Artist Shen Yu can also use this video to show the scene of the "Immortal Court."

It’s just a matter of changing how things are referred to in the translation.

For example, calling it the "Tribulation Immortal Hall" or something similar.

Adding cognitive information to the video like this doesn’t take much Gray Mist, but it’s mysterious enough.

As for how effective it is—

Just look at the reactions of these people in front of us.

Not to mention those three assistants, at least these three representatives are all high-ranking elites with enough wisdom and insight, yet at this moment, each of them look like children entering a Magic World, their faces filled with unconcealed shock and longing.

What they just experienced was simply too marvelous.

But ultimately, they’re not children—no matter how excited they get, they eventually suppress it and calm down.

Qi Shichang still remembered the key point and hurriedly asked, "Advisor Shen, what about the incentive you mentioned earlier?"

"You’ve all sensed it—many things in the Association are delivered as information directly," Shen Yu said. "Yesterday, we signed a mutual aid pact with Han Yu, a member from the Interstellar Civilization, and achieved real results. After that, I personally received a reward from the Association. Such rewards aren’t without cost, and don’t violate the Association’s principles. They’re meant to encourage members to actively save their own worlds. After all, not every Gray Mist Walker is willing to save their civilization."

Everyone kept nodding.

This was easy to understand.

Human nature is diverse—many who become such wondrous and powerful Gray Mist Walkers might not care at all whether their own civilization lives or dies.

They could just enjoy themselves in different worlds.

But that clearly doesn’t match the original spirit in which the Multi-Dimensional Apocalypse Civilization Mutual Aid Association was founded.

Setting up such incentives makes perfect sense.

"The Gray Mist Walker who was born in our civilization is Advisor Shen—in truth, this is the fortune of our entire civilization." Qi Shichang sighed with feeling, also giving Shen Yu a slight compliment.

"All in all, there are multiple options for the rewards. Some strengthen oneself, others have different functions. The one I chose is, in my opinion, the kind most useful for our civilization’s apocalypse." Shen Yu raised his hand, and three tortoise shells appeared on the table.

Everyone’s gaze was instantly drawn over.

This was a reward from the Association!

Having seen the projection video earlier, they now had a genuine sense of the Association’s wonder and strength.

No one would dare to underestimate the contents of the reward.

Therefore, even if the three tortoise shells looked rather ordinary, their whole attention was focused, and their hearts filled with hope.

After all, everything they’d just seen, no matter how magical, only Shen Yu could personally enjoy. But as Shen Yu just said, the rewards before them are things that concern this civilization, that concern them!

"These things—do they look a bit like Divination props?" Qi Shichang seemed to have thought of something.

"That’s right." Shen Yu nodded, "This thing is called the ’Fool-Proof Crisis Divination Tool.’"

"That name..." Qi Shichang’s mouth twitched a little.

"It’s just the name I translated it as—anyway, that’s basically what it means." Shen Yu’s expression also carried a hint of gravity. "The relevant Spell has already been solidified on it. After using it, you can know, within the territory of our entire civilization, the time and place of the next large-scale incident of mass casualties."

Yes, this is what Shen Yu decided to bring out after careful thought.

Of course, made using Gray Mist.

It consumed a lot.

The apocalypse of Human Civilization really holds many hidden dangers.

Not to mention a possible meteorite landing next time—even just the other suspected meteorite landfall sites, where nothing has yet happened, are all potential time bombs.

Shen Yu didn’t want to wait until a crisis broke out suddenly and then rush around trying to fix it.

It’s best to have some preparation.

Every person saved is more Gray Mist!

And the reason for bringing it out like this is, of course, so that the civilization on the Mother Star has a sense of participation, while further demonstrating the Association’s power and usefulness.

Now, after hearing Shen Yu’s words, all in the room looked equally serious.

You could even hear the sound of accelerated breathing.

Clearly, everyone here understood the importance of such a tool!

Shen Yu didn’t exaggerate a bit.

This tool represents the lives of countless people!

"This is incredible, just incredible." The Northern Alliance’s representative fell into muttering, repeating the words to himself.

"Originally, I planned to use it the moment I got it, since the sooner we know, the better." Shen Yu looked at the people before him and spoke in a low voice, "But then I felt it should be used in your presence. After all, saving our civilization isn’t my responsibility alone."

"Mr. Shen, this thing is too important—we should let more people witness it together..." Olinard clearly felt a certain pressure, and his professional instincts made him want to shift some of that pressure outward.

But Shen Yu refused.

While reading through the data, he’d already felt an urge to use the Gray Mist for a prediction, especially that giant worm, which made him deeply uneasy.

Now that the three representatives were present, there was no need to delay further.

After all, these three countries pretty much represent the bulk of their civilization.

"Let’s use one first—no need to wait anymore."

He picked up one of the tortoise shells and threw it onto the ground.

Yes, the prop’s activation was designed to be that simple.

That’s why it’s called "fool-proof."

In the next instant, clear cracks appeared on the tortoise shell. As they stared at those cracks, indistinct images floated faintly into each person’s mind.

It was dusk. A huge gray-white worm, carrying subterranean dust, roared out from the center of a city.

It swallowed a hundred-meter-high building in an instant!

The ground trembled violently as the worm rolled and writhed, skyscrapers crashed down, and people were trapped in desperate screams.

The vision ended abruptly.

But there was still the most crucial piece of temporal information.

—Three hours and forty-three minutes from now!

"..."

Silence, and still silence.

Even Shen Yu himself hadn’t expected this result.

He had indeed been worried about the existence of the giant worm. This kind of creature obviously grows faster by devouring humans. Even if it had been frightened into hiding underground by unconventional weapons before, it couldn’t possibly stay hiding forever.

Instinct would inevitably drive it to attack humans again.

But what Shen Yu really didn’t expect was that the time would be so soon!

Less than four hours?!

What can possibly be done in that time?

Evacuate the masses? Not a chance!

The Northern Alliance’s representative was already pale, clenching his fists so hard his whole body was trembling.

It’s not that there was no preparation.

It’s just too sudden.

But that’s what apocalypse is—no one ever said disaster would provide time for preparation!