The Apocalypse Solution Provider

Chapter 62: The Lament of the Maya Warrior

“But this situation isn’t black and white, and we certainly aren’t just sitting around waiting to die. What we’re organizing right now isn’t some hasty, slapped-together rescue op. It is a calculated, purposeful gathering of assets. We are looking at a brand-new world war, and we still have a massive tactical advantage…”

“Enough!” A young man in the crowd finally snapped. He leaped to his feet, tears streaming down his face as he roared, “Bullshit! You’re all full of shit! It’s over! It’s all fucking over! Without the government, what can we even do?! The entire world is crawling with monsters! Tell me, what the hell do we have left to fight with?!”

“Let me finish.” Su Jin tapped the microphone, his voice deadpan.

“Say what?! I don’t want to hear another fucking word! What else is there even left to—”

Su Jin’s face instantly went ice-cold. He cut his eyes to Fu Hu, pointed straight at the hysterical kid, and snapped, “Go. Give him two slaps.”

Fu Hu marched into the crowd like a moving brick wall.

A few bystanders flinched, instinctively wanting to intervene, but one look at the giant’s murderous aura kept them glued to their seats.

Fu Hu glared down at the young man, delivered two heavy, ringing backhands to his cheeks, and roared!

“If you don’t have the stomach to win, then get the fuck out!!”

The twin strikes knocked the kid cross-eyed, sending him sprawling into the dirt.

The brutal, sudden violence instantly choked the hall into absolute silence.

“What I am about to disclose concerns the future survival of every single person in this room, myself included. Hell, it concerns the entirety of the human race,” Su Jin stated coldly. “This isn’t a motivational speech. If the math said we had a zero percent survival rate, I wouldn’t have burned the calories to drag your asses out of the fire.”

“To the matter at hand. The government has collapsed, but the infrastructure isn’t entirely dead. Which brings us to my department: the National Special Affairs Bureau. The Bureau was founded decades ago for one specific purpose: to neutralize existential risks and anomalies that conventional science cannot categorize.”

“For over thirty years, we’ve operated in the shadows, excavating global ruins and deciphering classified anomalies. Through decades of black-budget funding, we unearthed the absolute truth regarding a critical ancient society: the Mayan civilization.”

“The ancient Mayans were terrifyingly advanced. Their astronomical calculus millennia ago rivaled our modern orbital mechanics. But more importantly… the Mayan civilization didn’t just fade away. They were wiped out by the exact same biological apocalypse we are facing right now.”

Eyes widened across the hall. A suffocating, collective gasp rippled through the survivors.

The Mayans? An ancient empire faced this exact same nightmare?!

If someone had spouted this conspiracy theory a week ago, they would have been laughed out of the room and institutionalized.

But after watching their government vaporize overnight, their neighbors mutate into cannibalistic freaks, and reality itself shatter… ancient Mayan zombie wars suddenly sounded perfectly reasonable.

“You’re probably calculating the odds right now. If the Mayans lost, how does this help us?” Su Jin’s expression hardened, his voice projecting across the room. “The Mayans as a society were eradicated, yes. But the world did not fall to the infected. We are standing here breathing today. We are not descended from Zombies.”

“This proves one irrefutable fact: the Mayans secured a future for the next generation. They actually won the war! Though the specific mechanics of their subsequent societal collapse remain classified.”

“Furthermore, we recovered intact hardware from the deep-excavation sites, successfully bypassing its encryption to access its databanks!”

Su Jin held up his battered Xiaomi Mi 6 smartphone, panning it slowly for the crowd to see.

“While the chassis appears small, its processing power dwarfs a modern supercomputer. Bureau R&D confirmed its architectural tree is entirely alien to human silicon-based tech. Based on the archaeological strata, we designated it ‘Zonai Technology.'”

“This drive contains a critical audio log recorded by a Mayan operative moments before his death. With the chain of command shattered, I am officially declassifying this asset. Maintain absolute silence and listen.”

The core group who had actually been living with Su Jin stared at him, utterly dumbfounded.

Sun Ya and Wei De immediately began whispering furiously to each other.

“Is ‘Maya’ the name of his home nation, or his home planet? And what the hell is ‘Zonai’…”

“I have no idea. I can’t even parse what’s a lie anymore, but the kid is definitely a stranded extraterrestrial. No doubt about it!”

Su Jin thumbed the screen of his phone, a cold sweat breaking out on his back.

Layering this much fabricated corporate jargon might seem like overkill, but feeding a traumatized, unstable crowd complex, dense mythology was the easiest way to hijack their critical thinking.

More importantly, it was the perfect psychological runway to launch Fu Qingdai as a messianic figurehead. It grounded the absurdity in pseudo-science.

But right now, his biggest logistical crisis was finding an audio file that actually sounded cool!

Pop music wouldn’t work. Vlogs with background tracks wouldn’t work.

He just needed a raw audio clip of someone shouting. Since the system’s translation matrix screwed with everyone’s perception of language, no one in this world could actually understand pre-apocalypse internet slang anyway.

But in a fit of paranoia a few days ago, he had wiped all his downloaded action movies to clear storage space. He’d completely forgotten.

Furrowing his brow, Su Jin’s eyes suddenly lit up!

The TikTok cache! His app still had auto-saved video caches!

Booting up the app and furiously scrolling offline, he instantly locked onto a highly expressive clip.

Over two hundred survivors held their breath, eyes unblinking, waiting for Su Jin to unveil the secrets of the ancients.

Under the crushing weight of their reverence, Su Jin held his phone up and jammed the speaker directly into the microphone.

“Analyze this audio carefully. These are the final, desperate words of a Mayan hero. The dialect is dead, but raw emotion transcends language. I will provide a tactical breakdown afterward.”

A heartbeat later, the heavy, static-laced sound of a bizarre, guttural language blasted across the silent hall.

“Listen up, brothers! There ain’t nothing in this world I won’t do! …We might be in a different time, but we’re in the exact same toilet! …Once again, I challenge my absolute limits to eat this shit! …Oligay! Let’s get it! … Hrrkk… BLEGHH!!”

The clip abruptly cut out. Su Jin scanned the crowd, his face flushing bright red. He ground his teeth together, slowly squeezing his eyes shut as he fought a losing battle against his own overwhelming cringe.

The entire hall was drowning in profound, silent grief. Dozens of people were openly wiping away tears.

Though not a single soul could translate the vulgar dialect, every single person felt the crushing weight of the emotion.

Through the raw, guttural screaming, their traumatized minds perfectly reconstructed the harrowing final stand of an ancient warrior.

The man in the recording had clearly been backed into a corner, preparing for a suicidal last stand against a horde of infected. After leaving his final testament, he had roared a battle cry to steel his own nerves!

But tragically, the battle was lost. The horrific retching and gagging at the end… that was clearly the sound of his throat being violently torn open by the monsters. Absolutely gut-wrenching.

Su Jin lowered his phone, clearing his throat violently. “The log has concluded. I believe the emotional gravity requires no further translation.”

“But you need the tactical context. This Mayan operator sacrificed himself to shield a high-value asset. By cross-referencing other decrypted logs, the Bureau confirmed a decade ago that the VIP in question was the Mayan’s prophesied child—their Savior. The central figure responsible for neutralizing the original apocalypse.”

“Armed with this intel, the Bureau drafted a global contingency protocol ten years ago. Unfortunately, blinded by rapid technological growth, the top brass ignored the warnings. But my department didn’t sit idle. For a decade, we have stockpiled resources and laid the groundwork. We have just been waiting for the trigger to activate the protocol!”

“The apocalypse has triggered. And the prophesied child—the exact Savior predicted by the Mayan algorithms!—has manifested in our world right now. In fact… several of you in this very room have already met her.”