Apocalyptic Disaster: I Hoard Billions in Supplies and Kill the Saint

196: Chapter 196 The Dome of the ApocalypseFlame Born stood inside the cabin.

The floor was covered with special glass sheets, each two meters long and six centimeters thick. Every piece was as heavy as steel, yet more brittle.

The temperature inside the cabin had been adjusted to the limit, but Flame Born’s own temperature was even higher. He raised his hands, fingers pressed together, and a wisp of golden flame as thin as a hair condensed in his palm.

The flame did not crackle.

Instead, it coiled like silk threads of water, rotating silently in the air.

”Snap!”

With a slight flick of his wrist, the line of fire swept across the edges of two glass sheets.

The edges softened instantly, flowing slowly like hot sugar, interlocking and fusing together without the slightest deviation.

Flame Born’s expression was focused, his eyes slightly narrowed, and he even controlled his breathing to be extremely subtle.

With every operation, he was pitting the ”will of fire” against the ”heat fear of the glass.”

The researchers watching from the side stared intently—this was a level of precision that industrial equipment could not achieve.

This was the art of fire welding that belonged to the ”Fire Spirit.”

He processed six sets in a row, with three pieces in each set.

The line of fire was both soft and firm; every cut was like sculpting, and every fusion was like infusing a soul.

The finished glass products were carefully packed and sent to the external work platform using special trays.

Zhang Tianjin was responsible for moving them, cursing as he lifted: ”Damn... this glass is as heavy as gold bricks.”

Zhao Wei panted heavily: ”But this is our sky.”

”No matter how heavy it is, we have to carry it out.”

The two took turns carrying them, trip after trip, delivering the assembled ”Life Dome Fragments” to the top floor.

Meanwhile, the people inside the base began to desperately accelerate the final installation and the modeling of the top-level enclosed structure.

Outside, there was increasingly salty and heavy acid rain. Inside, there was the path to survival that Flame Born had pieced together, one block at a time.

3:50 AM.

On the top floor of the Tianlang Mountain Base energy cabin, the wind cut like a knife.

The rain hitting the ground was no longer a ”drip-drop,” but a ”pat-pat” sound that smashed out white smoke and corrosive blisters.

The steel plates had been burned into white mist, and the metal surface was faintly peeling. The rain was biting into this base.

Flame Born stepped out of the work cabin again.

He wore a molten armor robe, but as soon as the rain touched him, it instantly vaporized violently, and his protective flames jumped and contracted intensely, as if he were in constant pain.

Zhang Tianjin strode to catch up, holding the special glass high in his right hand to shield him, and roared: ”Don’t bear it alone! I’m here!”

Zhao Wei crouched down, gripping the flashlight, illuminating the way for Flame Born the entire time, changing the lamp every time the rain burned the cover.

Chu Yunting stood guard with a deep voice, standing two steps behind Flame Born, ready to support at any time.

Flame Born stood before the final seam.

He took a deep breath. The golden flame line in his palm coiled, like thousands of threads winding into a single point—he pressed down gently.

”Hiss!”

The line of fire cut in, the raindrops instantly vaporized, and thick fog rose.

The edges of the glass trembled, gradually softening, fusing, and fitting tightly together. The golden fire moved slowly along the seam, like a devil-sealing lock, welding every inch of the gap shut.

In the darkest moment of the sky—they sealed the last sliver of the sky.

The moment the last piece of glass was welded, the acid rain was still pattering, and Flame Born’s steps faltered, his entire body tilting forward.

”Don’t fall!!”

Zhang Tianjin reacted extremely quickly, raising his hand to catch his shoulder, the spare special glass plate in his hand hitting the ground beside his feet with a ”bang.”

Flame Born’s breathing was rapid, his skin color had faded from its original molten gold to a dull gray-bronze, and the flame fluctuations were no longer stable. A weak but bright smile hung on the corner of his mouth, his voice low and hoarse:

”I’m fine.”

”I... just wanted to help everyone.”

”Even if it’s just a little bit...”

As he spoke, his legs went weak, and he could no longer hold himself up.

Ye Nanxing saw this scene from the platform, her eyes tightening.

”Activate the Space Anchor Point,” she ordered in a low voice.

”Send him back.”

[Detection: Source Spirit Body · Burning Exhaustion Critical]

[Current Status: Active Dormancy]

[Spirit Breath Fluctuation: Extremely Low · Life Core Undamaged]

[Estimated Recovery Time: 96 Hours · Cannot Be Awakened]

With the signal confirmed, Flame Born’s body was slowly retrieved by the space connection.

The next second—inside the Tianlang Mountain Base · Space Spirit Domain, at the junction of the Cold Domain and the Fire Domain, that ball of fire heart made of red gold opened quietly.

Flame Born curled up and slept inside, his body half-merged into the energy core in the center of the sea of fire.

His brows relaxed, his breathing even, like a Child who had returned to his mother’s arms after exhausting all his strength.

A space panel faintly appeared nearby:

[Spirit Core Stable · Fluctuation Benign]

[Automatically Entering Energy Repair Phase]

[Fire Spirit · Flame Born is Recovering]

And the entire space Fire Domain, after Flame Born fell into a deep sleep, actually fell silent.

It no longer boiled, no longer leapt.

It was as if the whole world was closing its eyes and keeping watch for this little ”Child of Fire.”

The acid rain was still falling, getting heavier and heavier, the acidity approaching PH2.8, like corrosive liquid pouring over the world.

But above Tianlang Mountain, that arched dome, pieced together from 127 special glass sheets weighing several tons each, stood firm.

Every seam was welded shut by Flame Born’s own hands, the residual warmth of the flames had not yet completely faded, carrying traces of life, as if resisting the ”poisonous intent” of the sky.

The entire dome radiated a pale golden halo in the rain, like a huge protective umbrella, covering this small harbor of the Apocalypse.

For the first time, people could—drink hot water, wipe their bodies, and sleep peacefully in the rain.

In the main control hall, Lin Xiao stood in front of the defense monitoring screen, looking at the curved glass dome outside the window.

”We have a sky now,” he said.

Shen Qingyan was silent for a long time before exhaling:

”We didn’t just hide from the natural disaster.”

”We used fire to seal the sky.”

Zhao Wei looked at the traces of the fire line above and whispered:

”The moment he walked out, he was no longer a boy.”

”He is—the sky of our Tianlang Mountain.”

Zhang Tianjin rubbed his sore shoulders but grinned:

”Damn it, when he wakes up, I’ll treat him to hot pot.”

”Two whole meals.”

Chu Yunting leaned against the wall, not speaking, only looking at Ye Nanxing.

And Ye Nanxing finally closed her eyes slowly, as if releasing the last string in her heart.

She whispered a sentence:

”Flame Born, thank you.”

”We... will continue to live even better.”

That night, no one died on Tianlang Mountain.

Beneath the glass, there was light, water, and breath—and above, it was the first ”sky supported by himself” that Flame Born left for humanity.

At the 72nd hour of the acid rain,

the sky was a solid, dead-gray iron curtain, the clouds pressing down low, drops of acid rain falling continuously onto the glass dome, making a dull ”hissing” sound.

The first corrosive white spot on the outer special glass had spread into spiderweb cracks, like a barrier that could shatter at any moment.

The air was as heavy as lead, and everyone inside and outside the base was silent as a bell.

Lin Xiao stared at the monitoring panel, his tone heavy: ”The corrosion speed has entered the second stage, the critical point of the glass layer has been breached.”

”It won’t last much longer.”