[Veteran of the War of Resistance + Road Survival + Endless Highway + Fresh Premise + Ruthless Protagonist + Eldritch Horrors + Rules Horror]
The red moon hangs in the sky as a blood mist swallows the city. A million people are wiped out in an instant!
Chen Zhou opens his eyes and is stunned. He had just fought his way through the battlefield in Northwest China in 1945, only to transmigrate back to the red-moon apocalypse of 2032!
He had been a citizen of Longguo in 2026. After transmigrating across multiple eras, he awakens the [Intelligence Agent] sequence at the very moment an eldritch horror crashes through the window, his chest wracked with pain!
He borrows intelligence points to activate the Glazed Blade, using the Eight Cuts of the Broken Edge to slice through horrors and cleave rotting corpses with merciless strikes. His canvas storage bag automatically collects items, and analyzing scales lets him pinpoint a lord's weak spot. He can even uncover secrets to earn points and pay off his debt!
Trying to make him play the coward? Chen Zhou sneers and turns the apocalypse into his own personal intelligence agency!
A sanctimonious girl hoarding food, a lecherous creep stealing bread, a caravan of freedom seekers with every member in disguise, even a little boy leading the way who hides a world-shaking secret...
In the apocalypse, eldritch horrors devour lives, but human hearts are even more poisonous!
The convoy is about to set off when the canvas bag vibrates with a warning: there's an intelligence item nearby that can evolve!
Should he stick with the convoy and lie low, or stay behind to search for treasure?
Chen Zhou tightens his grip on the hilt, a cold glint flashing in his eyes. Those 17 intelligence points I owe will be squeezed out of everyone in this apocalypse, with interest!
No one knows that this single choice will uncover the ultimate conspiracy behind the red moon and blood mist...
Pure Holy Mother's Day, it's the end of the world, save this one, save that one, life is really tiring.
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