The first cycle, the 45th day of the ultimate apocalypse.
The young Supreme stood atop a pile of ruins, with the corpses of giant monsters and indigenous people in AI combat armor piled behind him.
Before him stood a long-haired woman with her hands clasped behind her back.
"Have you truly made up your mind, planning to end this world?"
"Have you considered the consequences?"
Xu Linna looked at the Supreme with a smile that was not quite a smile, the wind ruffling her beautiful hair.
Facing the immensely powerful Supreme, she showed no trace of fear.
"Of course, to end the apocalypse and let people live peaceful and happy lives, allowing human civilization to continue!"
The young Supreme said with great spirit.
"You should know that this is irreversible. Once you make a choice, the other option will cease to exist."
"However... I have a way for you to have another chance to choose."
"As long as you hold onto it tightly, you will be able to see the future you choose!"
As soon as Xu Linna finished speaking, a dazzling fragment of a meteorite core appeared before the man.
The meteorite core was vibrating slightly. Even with the most advanced equipment from the progressive faction, Xu Linna could not control it for much longer.
"How do I know that after I touch this thing, you won't seize the opportunity to ambush me?"
The Supreme asked doubtfully.
"This is a fragment of the Time Meteorite Core. I have no reason to use such an important item to deceive you!"
Sweat began to bead on Xu Linna's forehead. She was indeed losing control of the meteorite core.
"Shira, if anything happens to me after I hold this fragment, kill all the indigenous people!"
The young Supreme said to Shira, who was leading the team behind him.
"Ah! Don't touch it, I don't want anything to happen to you!"
Shira said nervously.
However, the young Supreme ultimately could not resist the temptation of curiosity and reached out, tightly grasping the fragment of the Time Meteorite. Instantly, a surge of energy flooded his mind, and the Supreme began to experience life after the end of the apocalypse.
...
The Supreme awoke in a humble wooden house. The faint scent of Shira still lingered by the bedside.
It was now the fifth year since the end of the apocalypse.
Decrees were issued one by one and constantly refined.
Survivors performed their respective duties. Shops lined the city streets, bustling with people. Farmland stretched out beyond the city, and everyone lived in peace and contentment.
The only issue was that as the meteorite energy dissipated worldwide,
The strength of the Supreme and all survivors wearing yellow rings was also weakening.
Most people had now weakened to the point where their decline stopped once they adapted to Earth's gravity, becoming ordinary people in this world.
Due to the immense power within his body, the Supreme's physical fitness still far surpassed that of ordinary people, even though most of his skills had become invalid.
He had long since resigned from his position in the United Government and moved with Shira to a remote small town, living a simple life.
The powerful members of the organization that originally belonged to the Supreme's command were now scattered across various cities.
Like the Supreme himself, although they were skilled in combat, they were not very adept at politics.
After the end of the apocalypse, they initially held high positions. However, gradually, as their strength waned and their political acumen was insufficient, they were slowly marginalized in elections, losing their core leadership status.
The current government's high-ranking officials were a group that even the Supreme barely remembered.
The Supreme only remembered that the leader elected this time was named Wang Haian.
He had peed his pants from fear when he was first encountered by zombies. After being rescued, he had been responsible for logistics at the Supreme's camp.
He was so timid that he couldn't sleep upon hearing a monster's roar, yet now he had become the supreme leader.
However, the Supreme didn't care about these things; he disliked power.
Because power meant responsibility: where the grain harvest was poor, where bloodshed occurred, where wild beasts attacked, where new settlements should be established, and so on...
The Supreme was clueless about these matters, could not come up with good solutions, and found it difficult to balance the relationships between the scientific, agricultural, industrial, and political factions.
He simply let it go and settled with Shira and Angelina in a remote village.
The supplies within the Supreme's ring were enough for the three of them to live happily for a lifetime.
"Ah, this is nice, another peaceful day!"
The Supreme stretched and slowly hopped off the bed.
He pushed open the wooden door and stepped into the yard, which was filled with Angelina's favorite marigolds. Beside the warehouse, there was a giant spiderweb where Shira liked to bask in the sun.
"No worries about food or drink, work if I want to, rest if I don't, financial freedom feels great!"
"Especially not having to worry about other things, I feel like I can live a few more years!"
The Supreme hummed a tune and picked up a watering can to water the flowers.
Suddenly, he heard a commotion from the village.
People were running over from a distance in panic, shouting as they ran:
"Monsters are here, monsters are here, quickly call the guards, the monsters are eating people!"
"Monsters? The apocalypse has ended, where would monsters come from?" The Supreme shook his head helplessly.
There had been no monsters for five years. Even if there were, the energy decay over these five years would have been enough to turn them into ordinary fierce beasts.
Just fierce beasts, what was there to be so surprised about?
The Supreme continued watering the flowers, then washed up and started cooking.
Just as the meal was ready, he heard a synchronized sound of footsteps from the village.
There were over a dozen guards, clad in simple exoskeleton armor and wielding alloy combat knives and energy pulse rifles, hurrying past his door.
"What kind of monster is it, that it requires so many guards?"
The Supreme asked loudly from the doorway.
The guards all recognized the Supreme and immediately stopped, bowing respectfully, and replied:
"They say we encountered a monster from the apocalypse, it was an eight..."
Before he could finish, the squad leader immediately covered his mouth and then, with a fawning smile, said:
"It's not a powerful monster, we can subdue it. Thank you for your concern, sir!"
The Supreme pouted and said displeasedly:
"Do your missions require me to be kept in the dark now?"
The squad leader smiled obsequiously but said nothing.
"Alright, you have your regulations, I won't ask further. If you need anything, come find me. My strength is still considerable, and it's been a while since I stretched my limbs!"
The Supreme gently swung his fist, and the gust of wind caused the marigolds in the garden to sway gently.