Apocalypse: Reborn with a Soul Sync Farming Space System-Chapter 79 Panic

Meanwhile, in the basement, the people cuddled together in fear.

"If we had known we wouldn’t have come here... now we are going to die like a sardine." The woman with blonde hair said, tears streaming down her cheeks.

The children started crying the moment they heard her words, their small voices layering over each other until the basement was filled with raw panic.

Tina’s arms tightened around Grandma Wayne. "Grandma, don’t worry everything will be fine." She said, her voice shook so badly that even she didn’t believe it.

Faint waves of vibrations rippled beneath them.

The crying faltered for a moment, as though everyone was waiting to see if the tremor had been real.

Another vibration came again, this time stronger. The metal rails of the stairs rattled slightly. The hanging light above them swayed back and forth like they might drop at any second.

"What was that?"

"Did it hit the fortress?"

"Don’t tell me we are already buried!"

Voices overlapped, each louder than before. The people’s eyes widened in terror.

One lady closer to the wall, curled up, crying as she rocked herself, muttering words of prayer.

Others gathered their children into a hug, as a last act of comfort.

Another vibration came, this time stronger and closer. The wall trembled slightly. .

"I don’t want to die here!" The woman with blonde hair shouted suddenly. Her breathing had become uneven. "If this place collapses, we won’t have the chance to run!"

Grandma Wayne’s eyes narrowed, even though she was also afraid for the sake of her children and grandchildren. She wouldn’t be so stupid as to run out there and die like a headless chicken.

"Everyone stay calm," Her calm voice was drowned by the panic of the people.

Without thinking, the woman rushed towards the stairway.

Her hands banged hard on the entrance door. "Let me out! Let me out!"

...

Back inside the space.

A month sounded reasonable, but the penalty was not; letting someone take anything from her storage was no different from handing over her lifeline.

"Laurel!" Ling Xuan’s voice came again, colder and irritated this time. "The northern district had taken a hit."

Laurel clenched her fist. Her heart was pounding in her ears. There was no perfect option... but they needed to survive before worrying about the deal.

"System, how large is the barrier coverage?"

[Estimated radius: Ten kilometers from the planting point.]

"Fine, I’ll take it," Laurel said, her nails digging into her palms.

[Trade condition acknowledged:

Host will deliver two Grade B medicinal herbs (Snow Lotus) within a month.

Failure to comply will activate a forced collection penalty.]

A small glow appeared in her hand. When Laurel lifted her hand, a seed as big as a walnut appeared on her palm.

It looked nothing special, except the tiny green light spreading through it like veins.

Outside the space, Ling Xuan held her sword tightly. Fighting men was easier than fighting natural disasters.

The ground ruptured in the far north as another meteor crashed into the earth.

The earth was instantly drained of its life force, turning black immediately, burning the surroundings.

"Ling Xuan, let me take control." Laurel’s voice echoed in her head.

The shift happened instantly. The body went still for a moment before her cold eyes turned warm and filled with worry.

Laurel stared at the sword in her hand. It was so heavy, that her shoulder sagged down a little.

"Clear the ground!" She ordered, tossing the sword to one of the soldiers.

"You heard her! Move!" Gabriel yelled.

The soldiers glanced at each other with a look of confusion.

"Grab a shovel and start digging, now!" Laurel yelled when the soldiers were still standing clinging to their guns.

Laurel rushed forward, without waiting for the shovel, she started digging with her hand. She pushed the gravel aside, her hand pushing the hot soil out.

Two soldiers rushed towards her with a shovel, and they began digging.

Gabriel knelt beside her. "Aren’t we supposed to find a way to survive this disaster, why are we digging the soil?"

Laurel glanced at him, before rising to her feet. "Stay here." She gestured to him to stay.

She turned to the soldiers. "Continue digging."

Laurel walked away hurriedly. When she reached a place where they couldn’t see her, she stopped. She took out the seed from her space, and along with 10 liters of space water.

She didn’t know how much water the seed was going to need to grow.

She hurried back. Gabriel rushed to help her carry the water.

The earth shook now and then. Both the earth was starting to reflect the same red colour as the sky.

Laurel places the seed in the hole the soldiers had dug. She pushed the soil back into the hole.

"Gabriel, water the seed," Laurel ordered, taking a step back.

Gabriel watered the ground, emptying the water into the soil.

Laurel’s eyes almost bulge out of their sockets. "Hey... why are you wasting all the water?!"

Gabriel raised his head looking at her with an innocent gaze before shrugging his shoulders.

Laurel clenched her fist. Pushing her anger down. Her gaze moved to the soil... but there was no movement.

The soldiers behind stared at her with a questioning gaze. Even though they didn’t refuse her order, they felt like they were toddlers playing with sand when the world was coming to an end.

"This is what happens when a woman leads." One of the soldiers muttered under his breath.

He raised his head towards the sky. His feet moved back unconsciously.

"Come on, please," Laurel muttered under her breath.

For several seconds after the water soaked into the soil, nothing happened at all. The patch of earth looked ordinary, darkened only by the moisture, and the small mound sat there as though Laurel had risked everything on nothing more than a handful of dirt.

Heat drifted through the valley from distant impacts, carrying the ashes and red embers, and the sky above them continued to glow with that unsettling red that made it feel as though the world itself was bleeding.

A few soldiers exchanged uncertain glances. One of the soldiers shifted his weight uneasily. Even though none of them said it aloud, the doubt on their faces was obvious.

Another tremor rolled through the ground, stronger than before, and several loose stones skipped across the surface.

Gabriel looked down instinctively, expecting the shaking to pass like the others, but instead, he noticed the surface of the soil shifting unnaturally.