Who is not a warrior these days?

Chapter 552 Adding another "big item" to the house!
look around.

Beneath Wang Li's feet lay the ruins of Mount Olympus. The once majestic temples and glorious cities had now been reduced to endless rubble and scorched earth.

The broken pillars, like the skeletons of giants, are stuck diagonally into the earth, silently telling the story of past glory and present ruin.

The air was filled with the smell of burning and a deeper, strange mixture of divine blood and machine lubricating oil.

Although the false starlight inherent in the Lostbelts had returned to the sky, the entire world was permeated with an atmosphere of deathly stillness.

The Imaginary Tree has withered, the God-King has fallen, and the foundation that supports the existence of this world has collapsed. This fifth Lostbelt, the interstellar city of Olympus, is heading towards its inevitable end.

"It's a real shame to let it be covered and swallowed up by pan-human history..."

Wang Li stroked her chin, a hint of consideration flashing in her eyes, "After all, it's a fairly complete 'mythological era,' and there are still quite a few interesting things left behind..."

Wang Li's gaze seemed to penetrate through layers of obstacles, seeing across the entire Lostbelt.

"For example, the cores of the twelve Olympian gods' machines that haven't completely dissipated, their planetary-level mechs, and that old bastard Zeus, Chaos Chaos, and even this Lostbelt itself..."

A thought arose in Wang Li's mind and quickly became clear.

"Maybe... I should just pack it up and take it with me. In any case, this Lostbelt shouldn't exist in the first place in the history of humankind."

Wang Li closed her eyes, her consciousness sinking into the source within her body, which was far deeper and more vast than this temporary spiritual foundation.

That is Wang Li's main will!
The next moment, Wang Li raised his right hand, not to make a gesture in the void in front of him, but with his five fingers spread out and his palm facing down, as if pressing on some invisible "switch".

"Another dimension...!"

There was no earth-shattering momentum, no burst of energy.

But the next moment, with Wang Li's palm as the origin, an invisible "membrane" that could not be directly observed with the eyes but could be clearly "perceived" began to expand wildly at a speed exceeding the limit of light!

A separate dimension, entirely constructed by the laws of his own microcosm and independent of all external space and time!

This space is vast and boundless, and its boundaries are not material, but rather an extension of concepts.

At this moment, its interior is relatively "empty," with only a few scattered, faintly glowing "collectibles" floating within. These are Wang Li's meager gains from her journeys in other instanced worlds, utterly insignificant.
But now, Wang Li plans to use it to add another "big item" to her home!
In an instant, the "other dimension" was like an infinitely expanding transparent bubble, silently sweeping across scorched earth, across ruins, across mountains, across dried-up oceans, and across a false sky...

Wherever it goes, it does not destroy or relocate matter, but rather fundamentally alters the ownership of "existence"!

Space itself is wailing, and the “roots” of the Lostbelt are being forcibly pried and peeled off from the foundation of the Type-Moon universe!
Ritsuka, Mashu, and the rest of Chaldea felt a blur before their eyes, and the surrounding scenery instantly became bizarre and distorted, as if the whole world had been thrown into a rapidly spinning kaleidoscope.

They could feel the ground beneath their feet moving, the sky distorting, and the distant mountain outlines undulating like reflections in water, yet they themselves were strangely unharmed. They only experienced a strong, soul-level sense of weightlessness and detachment, as if the entire world was being forcibly "dug out" from some enormous whole!
"What...what is he doing?!"

Da Vinci stared at the data on Sheba, which was now surging wildly again, representing a massive shift in the structure of reality. The values ​​had soared to the limits of what the instruments could measure, and his voice tightened with shock. This time, the data pattern was unlike anything he had seen before in spatial phenomena; it was more like… “covering” and “devouring”!
"I don't know... but it's definitely not a bad thing..."

Dr. Roman swallowed with difficulty, feeling his throat dry and sore.

He had a strong premonition that every move of this "project manager" was far beyond their comprehension and ability to cope with.

"At least... he doesn't seem to have any ill intentions towards us..."

The many heroic spirits and girls in this Lostbelt felt an unprecedented sense of being "stripped away" from the world itself, as if the land beneath their feet, along with all the history, rules, and foundations of existence it carried, was being forcibly incorporated into a completely unfamiliar "container" by an irresistible force.

The process may seem slow, but it actually happens in the blink of an eye.

As the invisible "membrane" swept across the sky, taking in the last ray of starlight from the Lostbelt, the entire world suddenly fell silent.

It's not the disappearance of sound, but rather a sense of stagnation achieved through "isolation" and "encapsulation".

The Chaldeans found themselves still standing in the same spot, the scorched earth beneath their feet and the ruins in the distance seemingly unchanged.

But they clearly sensed that something fundamental, something that sustains the existence of the world, had changed.

Their spiritual connection with Chaldea became extremely weak and unstable, as if separated by an incredibly thick, impenetrable wall. Communication from Sheba also became intermittent and filled with static.

And looking up at the sky, at that expanse of stars...

Although they are still fake stars in the Lostbelt and arranged in the same way, they inexplicably give people a sense of being "independent" from the outside world, forming a self-contained cycle, and being "encapsulated".

It was as if they were not standing on the ground, but in a miniature world carefully encapsulated in amber.

Wang Li felt satisfied with the "fulfillment" and "completeness" emanating from the other-dimensional space.

At this moment, the entire Fifth Strange Zone, from the Earth's core to the edge of the atmosphere, from matter to energy, from the remaining mysterious laws to the sedimented historical information, was completely "hollowed out" by Wang Li.

It was "relocated" intact to Wang Li's other-dimensional space, becoming an independent "collectible" with its time flow under his control!
"Alright, the 'clean-up' and 'item recycling' here are now complete."

Wang Li turned to look at the Chaldea group, her tone relaxed.

"You Chaldea are going to have a lot of trouble ahead of you. The alien god, the spacefaring vanguard, and the troublemakers hiding in who-knows-where... none of them are easy to deal with. Go back and prepare early, improve your strength, strengthen your defenses, and don't linger here."

Wang Li's voice was calm and natural, just like a host announcing something to a guest.

(End of this chapter)