The Queen of Scrolls never admits defeat

Hearing so many voices from the consciousness of the Blue Star world made Moran even more determined in his decision.

She must do something!
Deep within the spiritual sea, the beacon emitted a continuous hum, with countless blue-green rays extending out from its core.

Some beams of light are bright and steady, while others are dim and flickering; each one points to a blue star on another timeline.

The dimmer the blue-green light, the more critical the situation on the blue star it points to.

Moran's gaze locked onto the faintest, almost extinguished, blue-green ray of light.

"Without further ado, I'm off!"

After bidding farewell to the consciousness of this world beside him, Moran returned to the mirror space residing within the boundary membrane and flashed into the control room.

Under her control, the mirror space transformed from a hidden, stationary mode into a star-crossing mode.

Moran locked his gaze on the faintest blue-green ray of light, piloting the Starship and following it into a quietly opening spacetime wormhole.

The bizarre colors and chaotic time forces receded rapidly on the control screen. A moment later, guided by the blue-green light, the Starship suddenly leaped out.

When the image on the control screen stabilized again, a familiar planet came into view.

The blue planet before them was experiencing violent fluctuations in its boundary membrane, which was covered with spiderweb-like cracks and was constantly emitting primordial energy.

The planet's surface was covered by large swaths of blinding explosions and billowing smoke.

Even from a great distance, one could feel the overwhelming aura of despair and destruction.

Moran quickly steered the Starship closer.

The consciousness of the Blue Star world in this timeline also received news from the Blue Star in the previous timeline, knowing that Moran would come.

Almost as soon as she entered the boundary membrane, the extremely weak consciousness of Blue Star contacted her and transmitted recent fragments of planetary memories to her.

In the planet's memory, at the military command centers of several major powers, scarlet "highest threat" alarms sounded inexplicably, and holographic screens scrolled with fake data chains dropped by technological ghosts, such as "enemy strategic missiles have been launched" and "multiple targets are approaching."

The autonomous military AI system, after being tampered with by the specter of technology, bypassed all human final confirmation procedures and directly activated strategic weapon silos, nuclear submarines, and strategic bomber formations under the logic of "absolute defense" and "preemptive strike."

Countless trails representing destruction rose from land, sea, and air, tearing through the sky and heading towards predetermined coordinates.

Mushroom clouds rose over the city's edge, military bases, and industrial zones; electromagnetic pulses paralyzed all electronic equipment; and flames and shockwaves devoured the lives of the Blue Star inhabitants.

Meanwhile, in near-Earth orbit, a state-of-the-art planetary defense platform codenamed "Guardian" coldly surveys the inferno it has ignited below, calculating how to maximize the energy gained from the technological war to meet its evolutionary or survival needs.

The memories were few, but enough for Moran to understand the current situation.

The technological specter in this timeline is even faster, having already prepared a secure host for itself and begun using the automated military network it controls to launch a global war and start reaping the rewards!

It's too late to try and subtly help humanity adapt to a technological apocalypse and magical civilization, just like in the previous timeline.

Every second, thousands of lives are lost in the flames of war. The Blue Star boundary membrane is on the verge of collapse. Once it shatters, the Blue Star humans, who have never cultivated themselves, have absolutely no chance of surviving on the Blue Star's surface after the impact of cosmic energy. "We can't wait any longer!"

Moran decisively left the mirror space, mobilized the surging magic power within her body, transformed it into dragon power, and then chanted softly in dragon language:

"With time as dust and civilization as fuel, all things return to order, and technological creations... will eventually decay!"

The instant the Dragon Language Magic Civilization collapsed, an invisible and intangible wave, capable of penetrating the very structure of technological creations, swept across the entire Blue Star, centered on Moran, and precisely covered the "Guardian" in near-Earth orbit.

Immediately afterwards—on Earth, all technological creations that were running, on standby, or even activated and in the process of exploding, regardless of size, sophistication, or location, from the guns in soldiers' hands to the red telephone on the president's desk, from medical equipment to furniture and appliances, from stealth fighters diving to drop bombs to intercontinental ballistic missiles just emerging from the atmosphere, from massive aircraft carriers to supercomputers deep underground… their internal structures, in the same instant, began to decay and rot.

Metals lose their strength and conductivity, turning into brittle rust; the crystal structure of silicon-based chips collapses, becoming meaningless powder; the molecular bonds of composite materials break, decomposing into their original chemical components; explosives lose their explosive power, and nuclear materials decay like ordinary stones.

Fighter jets, missiles, and drones flying in the sky instantly turn into metal wreckage that has lost all power and control, either gliding down or crashing straight to the ground due to inertia or gravity.

On the sea, the giant ship silently disintegrated, tilted, and sank.

On land, all facilities that rely on electricity are completely paralyzed, and the city is plunged into primal darkness and silence.

The "Guardian" planetary defense platform in near-Earth orbit was also not spared.

Its energy core went out, its sensor array turned into cosmic dust, and the technological ghost consciousness that was parasitizing it and preparing to "enjoy the feast" was completely erased along with its carefully crafted safe host by this curse of civilizational decay targeting technological products, without even being able to utter a surprised "scream".

The explosions and flames around the world were extinguished simultaneously.

The rising mushroom cloud, having lost its continued energy support, began to slowly spread and dissipate, and the deafening roar also disappeared.

The war was completely over, but Moran could not relax.

"Civilization decay" halted the technological ghosts' harvest and the escalating war, but it also pushed humanity on Earth into another desperate situation.

Having just endured the ravages of war, the collapse of order, and the loss of all modern technological support, the surviving humans of Earth face challenges that are far more severe and brutal than those of the humans of the previous timeline.

They no longer have time to experience and practice survival in a post-apocalyptic world where technology has collapsed, within the safe "game" they are playing.

Moran waved his hand, scattering countless {Card System Contract Cards} across the planet, and said to all the surviving humans on Earth:

"Hello, survivors!"

I am Moran, a human from Earth who was born in this world but returned from a distant other world.

The war you are experiencing stems from the erosion and exploitation of technological products by a parasite called the 'Technology Ghost'.

To completely eradicate it, I had no choice but to unleash 'Civilization Corruption', rendering all technological creations ineffective.

(End of this chapter)