Simultaneous Travel: Becoming a Legend in the Heavens.

Chapter 587 World Conference V2.0
Rumble!
Like thunder and tsunami, the fierce war drums echoed throughout the universe, each note tugging at the heartstrings, each vibration striking the soul, connecting the attack frequencies of all characters from different worlds.

The newly appeared coal-shaped monsters are divided into several roles: some wave flags and shout, some hold shields to resist, and some wield spears and bows and arrows, launching attacks in response to the sound of war drums that seem to come from nowhere.

They are a race called "Patapong," who act according to the drumbeats of "gods," burning money, robbing, and committing all sorts of evil deeds, pursuing the "end of the world."

As long as the "god" is present, all the "pat-bang" monsters can be resurrected, become stronger, and move forward. These little monsters cannot accomplish anything individually, but they are very powerful when they gather together. More importantly, the "god's" drumbeats spread throughout the entire scene, harmonizing with the rhythm of all living beings.

Thud, thud, thud, bang!

As the drums sounded, countless characters from different worlds, influenced by the "wanted poster," turned their spears towards the single target at the center of the storm. The overwhelming attacks engulfed every inch of space.

Lu Ke's figure flashed rapidly in the void, leaving behind a series of afterimages. Every landing point was covered by an excessive amount of firepower. He avoided most of the attacks, but a few attacks with the "absolute hit" characteristic still persisted.

"How annoying."

Lu Ke clicked his tongue. The unknown sealed object that suppressed his size had a very high level of information depth, far exceeding the "Badge of Equality". He needed to use most of his resources on anti-intrusion, while he himself became transparent and faded during the rapid teleportation, heading to a higher dimension to temporarily avoid the siege.

Just then, he sensed a familiar presence, a time river that transcended dimensions, where the upstream string players began to alter cause and effect, forcefully changing the "story."

The excessive collision of rules caused spatial disorder, which conveniently interrupted Lu Ke's teleportation, forcing him out of different dimensional spaces and exposing him to the range of other "guaranteed hit attacks."

The contamination from the sealed artifacts remotely released by the "Psychological Research Society" arrived one after another. Information about "Halloween" appeared in Lu Ke's mind. The information was multiplying and expanding in density, until it could fill his entire brain...

This was obviously impossible, but it did present him with some obstacles. His body froze for a moment as he was surrounded by the stronger characters in the "0-5" Great Ones' Garden.

"Story editing department..."

Luke frowned, his sharp gaze piercing through the distant starry sky, spanning half the universe, and piercing the masked man on the upper level of the white tower in Florida, who was constantly manipulating the "0-2" story editing machine.

"Ha, let's see how much ink you have to tamper with!"

Luke swung his Destruction Greatsword, colliding with Wolf's Mortal Blade. The attacks, which should have been in different dimensions, were neutralized after bursting out in a bright white light, without even an aftershock.

Aside from the influence of the unknown sealed object that reduced Luke's size to the same level as these characters, "Wolf" was able to block this attack mainly because of his "perfect parry"!
Compared to Luke, who was under siege, these characters constantly pouring out of the pink doors have only two redeeming qualities: their numbers and their unique characteristics.

Even outside their own world, they still possess some of the characteristics that are effective. Every character has their merits to some extent, which is only natural. They must have been screened before being deployed.

puff!

In the brief pause, Luke felt a sharp pain in his back. He glanced to the side and saw that the attacker was "Frisk." The pixelated figure had changed its appearance and entered the second stage of another soul, "Cha," wearing a cruel smile as it licked the blood off the "real knife" in its hand.

Before Luke could teleport away again, the "Soul of Vengeance," imbued with powerful void energy, roared towards him, twisting and causing a massive void explosion!

The little knight's shell shattered, and the "Void God" inside emerged from its weak body, emitting a piercing shriek that struck the very soul in the universe, with immense power.

More than one sealed artifact was affecting this area. Various mixed concepts were tangled together like a ball of yarn, making it inconvenient for Lu Ke to easily use his authority. He was only a step too slow, and immediately a barrage of attacks came crashing down.

"Give them a little taste and they'll take advantage of you!"

Luke finally showed some impatience, raised the Greatsword of Destruction in his hand, and the blade suddenly burst into black flames that burned all matter and soul, burning along the attack to each attacker.

Before "Fricks" could react, his pixelated body was severed in half at the waist. Terrifying black flames spread throughout his body, and the excruciating pain emanating from his soul exceeded his limits and was unimaginable.

For the first time, he felt fear. His resolve collapsed. He was about to reload his save file as soon as he was resurrected, but before he could act, he saw Luke appear in front of him amidst countless attacks, his eyes filled with murderous intent.

Bang!
The pixelated figure was blasted apart again, turning into countless specks of light. The "save point" was also ignited by the black flames, which burned away all the yellow specks of light, leaving no possibility of resurrection.

Lu Ke spat out blood foam, a hint of ferocity flashing in his eyes. He raised his hand and pointed, and the "Void God" that had just separated from the little knight's body immediately began to convulse and struggle. After a few breaths, it exploded and turned into countless balls of void power that scattered.

"Thud, thud, thud, bang!"

The drumbeats in the void paused for a second, as if out of fear or hesitation, but under the influence of the "wanted notice," they immediately sounded an even more surging and fervent call to attack.

Synchronization, resonance, and focus!
All the characters' frequencies were synchronized, and a barrage of attacks from various worlds—magic, prayers, divine arts, magical energy, and more—were unleashed, combining to varying degrees under the beat of the drums.

Lu Ke turned around expressionlessly, neither dodging nor flinching. Dozens of halos composed of unknown substances emerged behind him, sometimes separating and sometimes overlapping, their aura rising steadily.

Boom! ! !
The destructive impact and shockwave arrived as expected. The energy tsunami shattered the space in the area it passed through, then cracked open with fine black fissures, from which a void aura overflowed.

At that moment, the overflowing energy in the void center, which even the energy itself was being devoured, suddenly vanished completely.

Luke reappeared unharmed, looking down at the surging enemy before him, and raised his hand to reach into the void.

The surging drumbeats echoing through the universe suddenly stopped, and Luke held in his hand something whose shape was indistinct and could only be perceived through the distortion of light.

"You really enjoy playing drums and gongs?"

Bang!
Luke tightened his grip without hesitation, crushing the "deity" in one blow. His cold gaze swept over the other characters and the pink door that was still throwing sealing objects at him.

He walked step by step toward the enemy, exuding a chilling aura of terror, with endless shadows spreading behind him.

…………

Columbia District, Lighthouse Ltd.

Ten minutes after the order to deploy "Atlas" and "Divine Bird" was given, a rapid-fire alarm sounded and a series of messages came through.

"Warning! The Psychological Research Society's '0-5' derivatives are dying at a rate that can't keep up with the deployment rate. The number of casualties is rising exponentially. They've also indicated that most of their mind-contamination-related sealed artifacts are ineffective against enemy units!"

"The 'Story Editing Department's' 'Fear' has informed us that the ink in the 'Story Editing Machine' is being consumed at an alarming rate and will run out in less than three minutes. At that point, there's a high probability that '0-2,' whose story is not yet finished, will go berserk!" "Atlas is dying for the fourth time! Its size has expanded to 2.11 x 10^21, roughly one-eighth of a universe. It is expected to completely destroy the universe in thirteen minutes!"

The observer was pale, breathing rapidly, suffering from mild adrenaline poisoning. He was covered in cold sweat as he looked at the data, and his report came out dry.

"The enemy unit is using 'Atlas' as fuel to expand its size and volume at an alarming rate, and there is absolutely no sign of it collapsing or reaching its limit!"

One bad news after another arrived, and the stern-faced man frowned deeply.
"Why is this happening? Shouldn't the 'Divine Bird' be suppressing him? After being suppressed, how can it not defeat hundreds or thousands of enemies of the same size with 'absolute characteristics'?"

"Judging from the observation results, even with their size suppressed, the enemy units are still more omnipotent than God, and... the 'divine bird's' wishes are being rapidly adapted to. The colonies have broken through the blockade limit and are now eroding the 'divine bird' from an informational perspective!"

The observer pulled up footage from a surveillance camera, which showed a closed room. On the display stand was a life form resembling a petrified rooster, its eyes closed and fast asleep, but a third of its body was already covered in "deep red".

0-6 "Divine Bird"

Description 1: It can fulfill all your wishes.

Description 2: Whispers in the ear of the "divine bird" will become real, without cost, backlash, or deception. The only limit to it is the number of wishes. Each time you make a wish to it, the disturbance index will increase. When the disturbance index reaches "3", it will wake up.

Description 3: Have you ever thought that the world is a hazy dream? We are all asleep in this dream, sleeping as we roam the ocean, sleeping as we stand upright on land, sleeping as we learn to walk and become adults, sleeping as we speak and compose music, sleeping as we wage war, sleeping as we establish nations and organizations...

Description 4: Shh~ Be quiet, you don't want to wake up from this dream, do you?
The stern-faced man examined the "divine bird" for a few seconds, carefully observing the extent of the "deep red" erosion on its body, and then shook his head.

"Don't worry, the 'divine bird' will revive one-third of its body every time it makes a wish. Right now, only the revived part is being eroded, and the internal part is still fine."

"I speculate that the enemy would need to make all three wishes to fully revive the 'Divine Bird' in order to completely erode it, but by then, ownership of the 'Divine Bird' would no longer matter, or rather, everything else would become irrelevant."

The observer frowned. "Director Dac, are you sure your guess is correct? If it's wrong, we'll all die..."

"Oh, be careful in your next life."

Dark leaned back, his voice weary, "Observer, notify PO3 to connect me to the World Conference."

"receive."

Soon, a robot resembling a television set appeared in front of Dark, emitting an inorganic voice.

"Director of Lighthouse Ltd., PO3 is at your service. Shall we activate the World Conference?"

"Yes!"

PO3 projected a huge screen, which was divided into four sections, each of which lit up one by one.

The man wearing a mask with the character "喜" (happiness) was the first to appear, greeting everyone with a grin.

“Ah, Dark, I can’t believe this meeting has started again in just one year… and because of the same sealed artifact. This is fate.”

PO3's lifeless, mechanical voice rang out: [Welcome, Mr. "Xi" from the Story Editorial Department.]

"This time we can't reset the world. 0-7-3 has the power to transcend the timeline. Even if we reset it, it will appear at its current scale. Instead, we will be destroyed because we don't have time to prepare."

Dark gave a curt reply and turned to look at the second screen that had lit up.

An ordinary-looking woman with a haggard face, dressed like an ordinary middle-aged woman, appeared in the center of the screen, speaking in a gentle tone.

"The derivatives collected from the 'Great One's Garden' over the years have run out. That person is the most powerful source of pollution, and our seals are ineffective unless... 'Joy' is willing to open the 'World Barrier'."

PO3: [Welcome, Ms. Qin Fang from the psychotherapy center.]

"Xi" chuckled and pointed to his mask. "I may be crazy, but I'm not stupid. The 'World Barrier' will be removed so that those things you believe in can come in? We might as well all get killed by 0-7-3 together."

"Psychotherapy clinics simply hope to help all of humanity achieve spiritual evolution and ascension; you don't need to be so resistant."

Qin Fang smiled gently, as if sighing, "I can sense that that great being is also a supreme and great being. The only regret is that He is not pure enough... If only He were willing to bestow grace upon us instead of destroying our bodies."

The scene that didn't appear on the third screen was actually Frankenstein's monster P, who originally belonged to the small sealed organization.

Small-scale sealed artifact organizations have neither "deterrent sealed artifacts" nor strong capabilities. Apart from the symbolic "World Reset Protocol," they don't actually need to use them in normal times.

“It seems P can’t be there. Earth is in complete chaos right now, with sealed creatures rioting everywhere… Small sealed creature organizations can barely protect themselves, let alone participate in the extermination of 0-7-3.”

The fourth screen also lacked any sign of life, containing only a backdrop constructed of machinery, exuding a high-tech aesthetic—a space belonging to "future technology."

"There's no need to wait for 'future technology.' Prell and the senior executives were defeated, all the employees inside died, most of the sealed artifacts were controlled by 0-7-3, and the rest, due to being unattended, rioted and have become inaccessible demonic dens."

"Xi" said with a smile, her voice light and cheerful with a hint of regret, "What a pity, I quite liked Prell..."

He suddenly stopped talking, let out a soft "hmm," shut his mouth, and looked at the fourth screen with surprise.

The other two also looked over.

Because they heard the voice, coming from the deepest level of "Future Technology," from Preer's office.

Those were footsteps getting closer and closer.

(End of this chapter)