Chapter 55 Return

[Resurrection Point]

Mo Wen opened his eyes, gazing at a ceiling that was both familiar and somewhat unfamiliar.

It was still as pale as before, but a few inches higher, making the space feel less cramped.

"What happened?"

Mo Wen tried to recall everything that had just occurred and re-channel his psionic energy.

His psionic energy had become extremely weak. Even when he drove it to the absolute limit in an attempt to replicate Qi Shiming's power, the result was nothing more than a tiny flicker of light, and his memory of his final actions remained somewhat hazy.

He was no stranger to this phenomenon. In the past, whenever his head was blown off from recklessly reading bizarre books, he wouldn't be able to retain the contents upon waking up either. This was his self-protection mechanism, preventing information capable of destroying his psyche from trapping him in an endless cycle of death and revival.

However, when his condition was optimal—such as when he was previously at Energy Level 6—he could easily recall those special otherworldly texts, and by concentrating, he could even risk self-detonation to access those memories.

For instance, right now, attempting to recall the Eternal Pain to push himself back to Energy Level 6...

Mo Wen succeeded.

But for just a single fraction of a second, he disintegrated.

The power surging outward from the depths of his heart killed him instantly, not even granting him the time to enter the death-defying state.

In the previous world, even without instruments, he could maintain Energy Level 3. But back at the [Resurrection Point], the moment he ascended to Energy Level 2, the risk of a core meltdown loomed. In his normal state, he could only sustain Energy Level 1, with a maximum limit of fourfold acceleration.

Based on his keen sensitivity as an Energy Level 6 entity moments ago, he confirmed this was because there was no Void to temper and mediate the energy.

It was analogous to a cultivator transitioning from a world rich in primordial essence and dense spiritual energy to a world devoid of spiritual energy, operating solely on fundamental microscopic particles.

Unable to generate spiritual energy naturally, yet having to face the density limits of a Mahayana-stage master, the convergence of infinite might within a human-sized vessel would cause them to collapse into a black hole in an instant, turning ten thousand years of arduous cultivation into cosmic dust right on the spot.

Only by becoming powerful enough to embody one's own laws, or by reaching a level capable of rivaling the world itself, could one manage to preserve power across worlds.

At least psionic energy was a power where mind triumphed over matter; it was vastly superior to certain freeloading entities residing within him.

"This can still be considered a decent harvest. Then, while the momentum is strong, let's immediately initiate the next transit."

Mo Wen looked toward the familiar door, and immediately afterward, he discovered an unprecedented anomaly.

Next to the familiar door, another door had appeared.

With his exceptional memory, he could confirm that it was the door to the single employee dormitory he had been assigned back at Dream-Weaving Entertainment Corporation.

Why would such a door appear? Was it because of something he had done? What lay behind the door? Could it be that through this door, he could return to the previous world?

Yet he had never actually lived in this dormitory; he had only glanced at it twice in the employee handbook! For the past two days, he had either been undergoing frantic training or fighting a desperate war all the way through. Why would this dormitory door—which belonged to him in name only and bore no real connection to him—appear here!

Mo Wen took a deep breath, calmed his emotions, walked up to the door, and pushed it open.

Beyond the door lay not the previous world, but merely his single employee dormitory.

The personal terminal, drawing power from some unknown source, emitted a soft glow. The desk was covered with boxes of various sizes, occupying most of the room. The Dragon Blade and the largely useless "Strongest Stick" hung on the wall, and a personal virtual reality device sat in the corner.

Why?

Mo Wen did not understand, but he still stepped into the room and began to cautiously unpack the boxes.

The largest box contained a deep blue cubic crystal and a card bearing a smiley face, covered in handwriting.

"I actually wasn't sure if you would be able to receive this, but trying never hurts."

"To put it simply, after your death, a professional team has been constantly researching your final legacy."

"We suspect that you might possess the trait of 'predatory world-devouring.' As long as an object is pushed out of the world's protection, you can devour it based on your predatory nature."

"It sounds terrifying, but if you think about it, this can entirely be called 'automatic parcel delivery.'"

"Before the calculated 'devourable period' ended, I stuffed these items into this room—which conceptually belongs to you—and then tossed them into a device that is still in the experimental stage."

"If you get the chance, you can replicate this behavior in the future and bring back more souvenirs from various worlds."

"The box contains the 'Mo Wen Mark I Hyperspace Engine,' named after you—a miracle that will usher in a new era for humanity and indeed the entire universe."

"We, and our descendants, will strive to find you. Of course, considering the difficulty, this certainly won't be our top priority. —Qi Shiming"

For the first time, Mo Wen felt "hope."

He was not alone. He was not merely a hurried passerby. The world no longer felt like a fleeting illusion to him; the traces he left behind in other worlds were so vividly real.

How wondrous.

However, was stuffing a hyperspace engine in here really meaningful? Mo Wen wasn't quite sure.

He continued to unpack the gifts.

"Hello, thank you for leaving behind the 'Spiritual Root,' a special biological structure capable of resisting hostile psionic influence while enhancing individual psionic power. We have decided to gift you our first-generation 'Spirit Beast Pet,' which can mentally link with you and share your psionic pressure. —Life Faction."

The box was empty. Mo Wen guessed that he probably couldn't receive living creatures.

He hoped the "Spirit Beast Pet" was alright.

"I don't quite understand why I overslept in the dorm, missing the battle of the century and failing to see you one last time. Still, I figured these things might be very useful to you. —Phantom."

Inside the box, hundreds of publications with clear imagery, unique textures, and seemingly some minor practical uses were neatly arranged.

For a new humanity whose reproduction relied on factories and whose sexual desires were weak, these items belonged strictly in the category of collector's items.

Given that Phantom managed to acquire such things, he was clearly showing immense sincerity, but... uh... well... it's not... well, alright, they weren't completely useless either.

"Pay attention to your physical and mental health. —Ren Yiyi."

Inside the box was an item with incalculable negative impacts on adolescents, which could be used in tandem with Phantom's gift, and it even came with a self-cleaning function.

Bizarre.

"I'm numb. Because freefall took too long, I actually missed the entire battle. I hope the Dragon Blade can lend you a hand. Though, is the Dragon Blade still by your side right now? —Dragon Blade Ninja."

The box contained a transformable scabbard that seemed to match the transformable Dragon Blade quite well.

Yet more crucially, if the Dragon Blade hadn't been slipped in by someone, why was it hanging on the wall? Even cheap junk like the Strongest Stick was hanging right beside it.

It was shrouded in mystery, but such questions could not be answered overnight. Mo Wen decided to leave the problems aside for now and simply take whatever weapons were usable.

"When you're out and about, make sure to eat well. —Ren Sisi."

Inside the box were thousands of pill-like items, some being military-grade high-energy fast food, and others being concentrated seasonings.

For someone like Mo Wen—who could survive eating dirt regardless of physiological or psychological constraints—their usefulness was a bit subtle, but it was still a thoughtful gesture.

The remaining gifts, large and small, were also opened, tested, sorted, and stored by Mo Wen one by one.

Then, his gaze turned toward the terminal and the virtual reality device.