C1 Chaotic Space, the Apocalypse, Zombies!

"Fellow citizens, for our nation's prosperity, societal stability, and family happiness, please refrain from using items from the Chaotic Space on your own. Should you come across such items, it is imperative that you contact the Chaotic Office immediately at 3838438..."

"Remember, unauthorized use of Chaotic Space items is illegal, as is failing to report them!"

"I report with pride, for when we unite, our nation thrives."

"Chaotic Space items are unpredictable; misuse them and you'll invite disaster!"

Urlan rolled his eyes at the propaganda messages flooding the live streaming app's interface.

"All this endless propaganda... I wonder who could resist the temptation to keep those high-level items for themselves."

He took a swig of the coke, just as the stream went live.

A gorgeous woman, shivering with fear, was crouched in a corner.

"Can someone tell me what to do?" she asked, her voice quivering, her face streaked with tears.

The comments on the stream were relentless.

"Sister, don't cry. Stand up and fight!"

"If you don't show courage, who will stand strong for you?"

"Adversity only makes you stronger. Stand up and face it head-on!"

"To the person above, why cover your face? What's your plan?"

"Damn, stop the waterworks! Find something good. Maybe it'll randomly show up at my place!"

"Exactly, why not choose me instead? I'd be way better than her!"

"Right? She's been in there and hasn't done a thing. Useless!"

"I'm switching to Setruarhiel's stream. They've got a marine in the Chaotic Space who's survived over two months!"

"That means they'll get all the good stuff! Setruarhiel's hit the jackpot!"

"Not necessarily. If he finds advanced weapons that end up in the hands of certain families, it'll just make the Free Lands even more chaotic!"

"Good point!"

"Miss, get up! This is an apocalyptic scenario; sitting there is a death sentence!"

"Find a weapon, defend yourself!"

Urlan shook his head at their advice, took another gulp of the coke, and sighed. "Judging by her, she's probably not even reading the comments. She won't last a day like this."

What Urlan was watching was indeed the reality of the Chaotic Space.

Three months prior, a live broadcast room had appeared online and across major streaming platforms, unblockable, undeletable, and uncontrollable.

The broadcast featured a scrolling message: "Each country will randomly select one individual to enter the space. Whatever they obtain there will materialize in their homeland in the real world."

Initially, it was dismissed as a prank. The clarity and realism of the scenes, with people being devoured by zombies, were met with awe rather than concern.

Complaints about the gore led nowhere; tech teams from the streaming company couldn't shut it down, not even by cutting power or taking servers offline.

When three families reported missing relatives who had appeared on the stream, authorities began to investigate seriously.

The shocking truth was eventually uncovered: it was all real.

The authorities had intended to keep the findings secret to avoid panic, but as disappearances mounted, public pressure forced them to go public.

The revelation caused a stir. While some despaired, others eagerly awaited their chance to be chosen.

Authorities warned the public to improve their fitness and health, or face certain death if selected.

Suddenly, a fitness craze swept not just Osmistan but the entire globe. Gyms returned to their intended purpose, no longer just social hubs.

Sadly, Osmistan's selections had been physically weak, quickly falling to zombies without making a mark in the Chaotic Space.

The beautiful streamer now trembling in fear was the fifty-ninth Osmistan citizen chosen. Her prospects seemed bleak, leaving Osmistan's contributions to Chaotic Space exploration virtually nonexistent.

Yet, intelligence from other nations suggested a space far more advanced than our own, teeming with sophisticated items.

Take Moskieso, for instance, where a ninja had been randomly chosen. Skilled in stealth and assassination, he thrived in the Chaotic Space, even stumbling upon three gene potions.

The whereabouts of these potions in Moskieso remained a mystery, though spies reported that the government had located two, instantly creating two individuals with abilities beyond those of a Soldier King.

Having had a taste of success, their search for the remaining gene potion became even more frenzied!

Spies from other nations lurking in Moskieso were equally desperate to find it. The randomly appearing potion was akin to finders keepers—possession was nine-tenths of the law!

To keep the gene potion out of foreign hands, Moskieso tightened security checks on people and goods entering and leaving the country.

They even deported individuals suspected of espionage.

Indeed, Moskieso wasn't alone in this approach. Once the live stream's veracity was confirmed, nearly every nation adopted similar measures.

Some smaller countries, less dependent on international trade, went as far as to seal their borders!

After all, they'd rather their treasures rot at home than fall into rival hands!

These elite items, if acquired by the average person, could create a master or even birth a formidable power.

Thus, the world began to teeter on the edge of disorder!

The global community officially dubbed this turbulent realm the Chaotic Space!

Urlan glanced at the trash bin four meters away and casually tossed his empty bottle toward it.

Thud! Thud! Thud!

The bottle landed precisely beside the bin, bouncing several times on the floor.

"I'll pick it up tomorrow," Urlan mused, his attention returning to the young woman still crouched fearfully in the corner.

Gurgle!

The unmistakable sound of a zombie's gurgling throat emanated from the video, sending a collective shiver through the viewers.

Instantly, the chat was flooded with urgent warnings: "Run, girl, run! There's a zombie coming!"

But the terrified beauty in the video seemed paralyzed by fear, still huddled and shaking in the corner.

Crash!

The ramshackle door was violently smashed open!

A zombie staggered in, its skin as parched as tree bark, eyes blood-red, and head gruesomely cleft open, revealing its pulsating brain.

The creature hobbled ominously toward the petrified young woman.