Chapter 140: The Final Boss

Chu Xuan and Zheng Cha were fortunate.

They did not have to face the desperate final struggle of all humanity in the burning world striving for hope, like their deeply unfortunate teammates. Nor did they need to worry about encountering flesh-ripping ghouls, let alone being overwhelmed by iron fists and left at a loss.

Yet, they were also deeply unfortunate.

Thrown to the opposite end of the time crystal, what they had to confront was the strongest entity in the main world—Blue Demon, a figure whose very face practically bore the words of overwhelming, invincible might, the very embodiment of invincibility.

Upon seeing Lan Yi, both Chu Xuan and Zheng Cha froze.

Followed instantly by an irrepressible terror!

The undisguised bracelet on Lan Yi’s left wrist carried the aura of the Ghost-Faced Dimension. They guessed that the person before them in these ruins might be a veteran who had escaped the Ghost-Faced Dimension, but far more significant was Lan Yi’s aura! That overwhelming pressure of a top-tier predator ruthlessly bore down on them, awakening their most primitive instincts against the natural enemies of humanoid entities!

Almost every cell in their bodies was screaming!

Every single nerve was trembling with dread!

Run! Run immediately!

Run without looking back, like a rabbit fleeing from a goshawk.

Only by doing so could they retain a sliver of a chance at survival.

Lan Yi merely gazed at them casually, yet it elicited a fear so intense it penetrated to their very marrow. Having lingered within the tiny confines of the snail shell for too long and grown accustomed to the various rules of the Ghost-Faced Dimension, suddenly encountering an existence of a cognitive and world-strengthening magnitude like a Psionic Cultivator made it far too easy to question the meaning of life.

To be honest.

Lan Yi was somewhat disappointed.

Clearly, the two transmigrators before him were not the type specialized in combat; rather, they belonged to the faction of brain-players who enjoyed self-contradictory, rule-based weird tales. The two sides were simply not in the same league. When it came to combat capability, the scene could only be described as a tragedy.

Of course.

Had they been ordinary people.

Dragged into the Ghost-Faced Dimension and forced to play by its rules, these two could easily have toyed with their opponents to death.

At this very moment, the Ghost-Faced Dimension thoughtfully issued the ultimate quest to Chu Xuan and Zheng Cha.

"High-dimensional disturber detected: Lan Yi."
"Rank: Mythic (?) (Equivalent to Tier 6 combat power)."
"Kill Reward: Any set of S-grade ghost artifacts, ten arbitrary resurrection quotas, three free exchanges for any S-grade abilities, and three escape quotas from the Ghost-Faced Dimension."
"Quest Failure: Eradication!"

There is an empirical rule in the main world.

The more generous the rewards dangled by a transmigrating anomaly, the more it covets a certain objective; and the harsher the punishments it imposes, the more it proves that it cannot afford to lose.

At this moment, the Ghost-Faced Dimension was like a gambler who, having placed his chips on the table, realized he had been swindled, and with bloodshot eyes decided to go all in. Within the Artificial Divine Realm 2055, among the Psionic Cultivators cooperating with the Conquest Dimension, Lan Yi guarded the most crucial sector. As long as they could defeat Lan Yi—even if just once—it could stage a desperate comeback!

At the very least, it could plunder Lan Yi's quantum topological information.

That would ensure it didn't suffer a net loss.

"Ghost-Faced Dimension, fuck your mother! How on earth is this quest supposed to be completed?!"

Chu Xuan cursed fiercely in his heart. It was true that he was a hot-blooded muscular guy, but he was no idiot. The plot character before him, whose rank was Mythic (?) and who was suspected to be a deserter from the Ghost-Faced Dimension, was no longer a question of mere strength; he was the ultimate existence of this world's background lore—a textbook background prop through and through.

Zheng Cha remained silent, but with his usual meticulous mind, he could tell that Lan Yi had no intention of killing them.

"What kind of quests did your dimension assign to you? Are my rewards tempting enough~~"

Lan Yi’s single sentence caused both of them to display looks of astonishment simultaneously.

"You're a transmigrator from another dimension?" Zheng Cha guessed something.

He uttered these words at tremendous risk. The Ghost-Faced Dimension strictly forbade transmigrators from leaking dimensional information to plot characters in any way; this was a red line, and any crosser would be instantly eradicated.

"Zheng Cha!"

Chu Xuan cried out in alarm, only to stare in stunned disbelief as Zheng Cha remained completely unharmed—his good bro had not been eradicated.

"Just as I thought. Since other dimensions exist, there must be competition and even wars between them. The Ghost-Faced Dimension must be losing in this war, to the point where it no longer has the surplus power to eradicate us." Zheng Cha pushed up his glasses and stated his conclusion.

"Ah? C-can it really be like this?" Chu Xuan anxiously scratched his head.

"Your deduction is mostly correct. You indeed won't be eradicated right now. However, once this is all over, busybodies like you who know too much will probably be immediately wiped out by that petty transmigrating anomaly."

Lan Yi was not intimidating them; if the Ghost-Faced Dimension managed to escape by sheer luck, it would definitely dispose of the pawns who had realized just how vast the world outside the snail shell truly was.

Otherwise, leaving them alive would pose a lasting hazard.

"Mr. Lan Yi, is there a way for us to transfer to your dimension? Or rather, what do we need to do to assist you in achieving victory?"

"Actually, you're already doing it." Lan Yi smiled faintly, his eyes sweeping toward the Conquest Dimension interface in front of him, where the Conquest Dimension also manifested a comical smiley face.

Zheng Cha defected from the Ghost-Faced Dimension almost without a moment's hesitation.

This was simply the norm between transmigrating anomalies and transmigrators.

They appeared to be in a superior-subordinate relationship, but in reality, they were mortal enemies.

Given the slightest opportunity, transmigrators forged and driven by the pressure of death would not hesitate to stab the transmigrating anomaly in the back. The Ghost-Faced Dimension was so furious its nose was practically crooked: I'm not even dead yet, and you bunch of double-crossers are already thinking about jumping ship? This is utterly intolerable! Enraged, the Ghost-Faced Dimension intended to use an invisible hand to directly eradicate the two of them!

And precisely at the moment it mobilized its power, attempting to use quantum foam to interfere with the Artificial Divine Realm 2055.

At that pinpoint-accurate moment!

The time crystal, which had previously been jammed dead, inexplicably loosened for a fraction of a second.

Everyone knew how terrifying industrial accidents could be.

Accidents existed in spacetime as well. This glitch in the time crystal caused the Ghost-Faced Dimension—which had barely been maintaining its quantum topology—to be momentarily distracted and sucked right in. The transmigrating anomaly's structure began to disintegrate and scatter, while the Conquest Dimension, hiding above and conducting precise hunting, had never revealed the slightest trace from beginning to end.

Much like a seasoned hunter firing that single fatal bullet at the critical juncture.

The entire process felt like Final Destination.

Everything looked like coincidence, yet not everything was merely a coincidence.

At that moment, the Conquest Dimension interface before Lan Yi offered a timely reminder.

'The Ghost-Faced Dimension is disintegrating and falling. Its high-dimensional computational fragments are about to plunge into the vital nodes of the Artificial Divine Realm 2055—specifically, the sector you guard. It is recommended to immediately kill the two transmigrators or relocate them to create an optimal battlefield environment for your decisive battle against the high-dimensional fragments.'

Without waiting for the Conquest Dimension's reminder, within the sensory feedback of Lan Yi's still-active electromagnetic avatar, he could clearly perceive the Ghost-Faced Dimension making a clumsy emergency landing. The force of its desperate final struggle to assimilate with this high-dimensional computer was manifesting and closing in on him!