Chapter 37: The Final Stand

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“Gaoxin Industrial Corporation, prototype spiritual machinery has arrived.”
“LifePharm Corporation, the ascended individual has arrived.”
“Horizon Corporation, Phantom Bio has arrived.”
“Abyssal Deep Corporation, high-risk waste is ready.”
“Dreamforge Entertainment Corporation, psychological strike is ready.”
“Beidou Aerospace Corporation, …”
“Panlong Technology Corporation, …”

Within mere moments, the major corporations responded to the Group’s call for aid, offering the resources at their disposal and mobilizing additional forces to confront the apocalyptic crisis threatening humanity.

Though they often clashed in daily life, constantly at odds over differing philosophies, they shared one unshakable consensus: to fight for the survival of humankind.

Yet none fully understood the current situation. In a battlefield like this, even a moment’s hesitation could cost the entire campaign, resulting in losses magnified millions of times over.

Still, curiosity gnawed at them: why did the attack suddenly commence? Why deploy this secret war fortress? And what could have elevated a single individual to the highest danger rating?

Especially Dreamforge Entertainment, which had just sent Mo Wen toward the orbital fortress—their intelligence division was diligently piecing together recent anomalies.

Those fortunate allies yet to fall from the sky were equally perplexed by the unfolding events.

“Captain, do you understand what’s happening?” Ren Sisi asked, struggling to connect to the fortress’s network below while glancing toward her leader.

The Dragon Sword Ninja gazed down from above.

Scorching crimson light and pale waves darted across the fortress, terrifying destruction erupting one after another. Countless forces he could not comprehend arrived only to be wiped out. The fleeting psychic fluctuations alone sent chills down his spine.

This was a battle fought by the strongest warriors on earth.

Mo Wen, the otherworldly individual, was single-handedly resisting—and continually slaying—forces from all corners of the globe.

He knew Mo Wen was formidable, but to be this powerful, surviving such overwhelming encirclement unscathed, bordered on the incomprehensible.

Even his own death omens had nearly vanished, unable to manifest amid Mo Wen’s fierce struggle, leaving him powerless to intervene.

The Group had launched this sudden assault. Mo Wen, usually courteous but somewhat unhinged in battle, had just broadcast a global distress call and been declared wanted... Suddenly, the memory of Wang Fugui, who had recently died, struck him.

Among the world’s light-wielding psychics, the most renowned and powerful was the senior Qi Shiming.

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Wang Fugui’s death was meant to hint at trouble with Senior Qi Shiming—was the Group also compromised?

The trust the Group had cultivated so far should not have been so easily shaken, yet the very education they provided instilled a natural skepticism in the new humans.

The Dragon Sword Ninja formed his judgment: “Mo Wen has broken a secret plan executed by the Group; now the Group wants to silence him.”

Ren Sisi hesitated for a moment; this answer challenged her worldview, but she chose to believe this arrogant, childish, timid, and somewhat unlikable individual. “Going all out?”

“Absolutely,” the Dragon Sword Ninja confirmed.

With that, he hurled his weapon toward Mo Wen’s location.

He didn’t know if it would help, but it was the only aid he could offer.

“Good!” Ren Sisi focused her mind and activated the computational power she had amassed over the years.

First, her own company’s computing center, then trojans and backdoors she had planted in others’ systems during missions, and finally, nearly undefended private devices worldwide.

“Don’t let me down. I’m really giving it my all. You better do something good with this later.”

Ren Sisi’s computational assault targeted the fortress now managed by the prototype spiritual machinery.

By integrating psychic power to unify the fortress’s firepower, bypassing aiming, firing, and projectile flight sequences, all artillery assaults directly converged on Mo Wen’s prototype spiritual machinery, causing a brief delay and granting him a fleeting moment to catch his breath.

He inhaled deeply.

His prosthetic body required no breath, but his mind needed a brief respite.

Though only seconds had passed in the fight, he had maintained Level 4 energy most of the time, yet he was weary.

Two Level 5s affiliated with the Group, immortal beasts fused with the fortress, relentless deadly strikes, enemies emerging from shadows...

Strange phenomena that heightened his sense of impending crisis, an expanding gravitational field, and stabbing pains in his mind...

“[System Alert] Please, you must act now...”

As Ren Yiyi had said, the Dream Creator Model 6 had no backdoors. Even with Dreamforge Entertainment participating in the encirclement, it still operated, helping him maintain his strength, though it was nearing collapse.

This was the last moment.

The breathing space had been long enough.

[Current Energy Level: 4/5. Current Prosthetic Stability: 3%]

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The Dream Creator could no longer stabilize Mo Wen’s energy. It exhausted itself trying to lock down the destructive power within him, fracturing bit by bit, but before the power could destroy Mo Wen, it would destroy more enemies.

At that moment, Mo Wen suddenly heard a strange ringing within his mind.

Something was calling out to him, urging him to wield its power.

He sharply looked up and saw the Dragon-Patterned Blade descending from the sky at normal speed, defying the time flow that only he, a time accelerator, should experience.

Its shape shifted constantly, obeying Mo Wen’s will, finally settling into a straight blade form, dropping swiftly beside him as if skipping the intermediate steps.

Instinctively, Mo Wen gripped its hilt.

In that instant, he seemed to glimpse a dragon—threading through angles and lines, tumbling across surfaces and bodies, casting its gaze from a dimension of imagination, curiously examining his dragon.

“An intriguing tale. My tooth is yours for now, Saint Slayer.”

Then, Mo Wen understood the blade’s power.

This was a divine weapon forged from dragon teeth, possessing two simple effects: it was indestructible, and it transformed spiritual power into “sharpness” without limit.

Such an unparalleled divine weapon had been by my side all along?!

Mo Wen had no time to question how the Dragon Sword Ninja had preserved this relic; his time was running out.

Fortunately, for the fastest man in the world, wielding a weapon that could match his speed meant his combat effectiveness grew far beyond a mere sum.

Mo Wen drew the Dragon Blade.

From the point of unsheathing, countless blade marks spread outward without his swing.

Steel-forged ground was cleaved open, writhing flesh was torn apart, even the beams of light aimed at him were severed, unable to continue.

Then, the gravitational field about to crush him, shadows beneath and around his feet, and the psychic shocks assaulting his mind all faltered, unable to maintain their form after the emergence of countless blade marks.

Next, Mo Wen swung the blade.