The Monster is Coming

Chapter 393 The Script Under the Faded Star Ring (Seeking Monthly Tickets~)

The teleportation ended, and the feeling of weightlessness receded like a receding tide.

The feeling of being grounded came over me.

At the same time, a dry, indescribable air surged in, a mixture of rust, dust, and a certain pungent odor.

A-Lan frowned slightly, then spoke:

"Lifeline, I've arrived."

"clear."

Far away on Dream Island, Life Throat decisively began to dismantle the formation.

This is done to ensure the safety of Neverland.

The Mingshi Clan's combat strength is far beyond what the current player factions can contend with.

If the teleportation array is left intact, the Mingshi Clan might be able to descend into the Cangxing Sea via the spatial passage, which could deal a devastating blow to Dream Island.

Although the Gold Coin Merchant Guild will not disappear because of this destruction, it will soon be rebuilt in a new area.

But all the infrastructure would have to be built from scratch, which would undoubtedly be very troublesome.

It wastes a lot of time and energy.

The safest approach would be to dismantle the teleportation array after a successful landing, thus severing this spatial connection.

As for how to get back, as a player, you never need to face that kind of question.

Returning to the imperial palace is the final destination for every wanderer.

As the silver light faded, A-Lan looked up and surveyed her surroundings.

My view was replaced by an endless expanse of dim yellow light.

As far as the eye can see, there is a vast and desolate reddish-brown land.

The cracks, like the patterns on a dried-up riverbed, stretched to the horizon.

Less than a hundred meters in front of him, a huge shadow suddenly came into view.

This is a huge warship that has capsized and broken into several pieces.

The ship's hull was already covered by a thick layer of reddish-brown dust, and most of it was buried by sandstorms, leaving only the menacing hull and twisted armor plates exposed.

Like the skeleton of a giant whale that has been stranded for a long time.

He slowly walked to the front of the warship and reached out to wipe away the thick layer of mud and grime.

Below is the star ring emblem, which has long since faded but is still recognizable.

This is also the symbol of the Lunar Eclipse Clan.

This ship is likely one of the vessels that the Fenmai tribe used to arrive here more than two hundred years ago.

It was once an ark carrying the spark of civilization and the hope for the future, helping the branch clans to find the dawn of civilization's continuation.

At this moment, however, it is forgotten like useless trash, lying across the red earth.

Alan's body floated in the air, and with the support of her telekinesis, she lightly climbed to the top of the broken keel of the warship.

Looking up, the view suddenly opens up.

Further across the land, more metal debris lay scattered and piled up haphazardly, crushing each other, stretching all the way to the dim horizon.

Some still retain the general outline of the ships, while others have completely disintegrated, turning into hills of scrap metal.

This place is like a silent fleet graveyard.

Countless creations that once carried hope now quietly decay here.

His perception was like invisible ripples, spreading outwards from himself, carefully discerning any possible signs of life or energy fluctuations.

The only response was complete silence.

Weathered metal, pervasive dust, dry and scorching air... there was no sign of life.

With a slight thought, his telekinetic powers lifted him down from the massive shipwreck and swept low into the unknown area ahead.

The Eagle-Headed Demon's special ability remained active throughout the journey, scanning the surrounding environment.

A few minutes later, Alan flew over a small hill made up of broken bridge debris, his eyes suddenly narrowing.

Sensory scanning revealed an unnaturally formed path in a relatively flat depression ahead.

This is a muddy path, trodden out by countless feet over the years, winding through the ruins.

Looking up, at the end of the path, one can vaguely see some low shacks built from scrap metal sheets, clinging haphazardly to the shadow of a capsized cargo ship, like a colony of bacteria parasitizing the corpse of a giant beast.

There seemed to be traces of life there.

Alan landed silently on the edge of the shack area, her footsteps landing on the soft sand without making a sound.

He suppressed all outward energy fluctuations, making himself appear as ordinary as possible.

Despite being dressed too neatly, which seemed out of place in the environment.

At that moment, he noticed a figure not far ahead.

Up close, you can clearly see the bones protruding beneath the person's tattered clothes, and the dirt and wrinkles on their exposed skin.

"Sorry to bother you." Ah Lan spoke very softly, afraid of disturbing the other person.

Suddenly, a sound came from ahead, and the figure trembled violently, as if startled awake from a dream.

An old head slowly rose from between the knees, revealing a face covered in wrinkles, almost unrecognizable due to the erosion of wind and sand.

His eyes were cloudy, and he struggled to focus for a long time before he could see Ah Lan clearly.

A flicker of doubt crossed his eyes, but it was ultimately masked by numbness.
"From outside?" The old man's voice sounded strained, even when he asked the question.

"Yes." A-Lan crouched down, trying to look the other person in the eye, and continued:

"I was just passing by and wanted to ask about something."

The old man's cloudy gaze lingered on A-Lan's clean face and clothes for a few seconds, then he let out a few unintelligible gurgling sounds, like a sigh:
"Inquire? We have nothing here, and there's nothing left to say."

A-Lan's heart sank slightly, then she chose to ask in a different way:
"It seems very quiet here. Where are the other tribesmen? Have they all gone out to work?"

"Labor?" The old man's wrinkles contorted as if he had heard a word he couldn't understand.

He raised his head and looked A-Lan up and down again.

The person in front of me was so clean, his clothes were brand new, his face showed no signs of hunger, and his eyes were bright.

They might even ask the word "labor".

"Where did you come from? How did you end up in this completely forgotten corner?" the old man asked hoarsely.

Faced with the old man's undisguised doubt, A-Lan knew that her attire and state were out of place and she could no longer use ordinary excuses to make excuses.

He chose to avoid answering the question directly, and instead, following up on it in a softer tone, asked:
“Just passing by.” His gaze swept over the desolate shacks:
Where have all the people here gone?

The old man's cloudy eyes remained fixed on Alan, as if he were pondering something. His chapped lips moved a few times, emitting a sound that was almost like a sigh.

Then, with a trembling hand, he weakly pointed towards the distant area shrouded in a hazy, yellowish dust, his voice carrying a resigned despair:
"Those who could lift weapons and still had some strength to struggle went to the other side of the wall."

"wall?"

"You really aren't from here... what else could you be? The Devouring Beast Tide is coming soon, and war is about to break out."

The old man coughed violently, and after finally calming down, he stared blankly into the distance.

“We old, sick, and disabled people are not even qualified to be cannon fodder anymore... We can only stay here... waiting for them to return.”

He didn't say anything more.

Instead, a heart-wrenching, violent coughing fit ensued.

His hunched body trembled incessantly, as if it would fall apart at any moment.

A-Lan immediately stepped forward, squatted down, and placed one hand on the old man's withered shoulder.

The eagle-headed demon's sensory abilities allowed it to clearly see the life veins within the old man's body, which, like a candle flickering in the wind, could be extinguished at any moment.

Hunger, old age, harsh environment... the vitality of this body has been completely drained.

Alan said no more and took out a life potion from her bag.

Unscrew the cap, and a fresh, vibrant scent immediately wafts out from the bottle, instantly cleansing the surrounding polluted air.

He carefully brought the medicine to the old man's chapped lips.

Stimulated by this sudden surge of life energy, a hint of bewilderment flashed in the old man's cloudy eyes, but his instinct for survival made him subconsciously open his mouth slightly.

The medicine flowed in slowly, and the effect was immediate.

The bluish-gray tinge beneath the old man's skin faded at a visible speed, and a faint rosy hue appeared on his cheeks.

His violently heaving chest gradually calmed down, and the heart-wrenching coughing stopped abruptly.

His breathing, which had been as labored as a broken bellows, became steady and strong.

In just a few breaths, the old man's cloudy eyes regained their clarity, and A-Lan saw an unbelievable shock in them.

He stared blankly at A-Lan, then looked down at his obviously youthful arm skin, his lips trembling, but he couldn't utter a single word.

This almost miraculous change was completely beyond his comprehension.

He suddenly looked up at Alan, his gaze now completely different from its previous lifelessness, filled with a mixture of awe and confusion.

Before he could speak, A-Lan pressed on again:
"What exactly happened on the other side of the wall? Where did they all go?"

Feeling the surging life force within his body, and facing A-Lan's unfathomable methods, the old man quickly organized his thoughts and said:
"It's a natural disaster cycle that happens every forty years. The celestial phenomena have changed, and countless monsters will surge out from the cracks at the edge of the world, like a tide that will engulf everything. In order to survive, we can only fight back with all our might, and countless lives will be sacrificed to push the tide back."

The old man's answer left Alan puzzled.

This world seems quite different from what the guide described.

Logically speaking, since the branch clan was "incorporated" by the Mingshi clan, it should have received protection.

How can there still be such a brutal, periodic monster invasion?

The moment this doubt arose in his mind, a reasonable hypothesis instantly formed.

He realized that what the Mingshi tribe needed was never a stable and continuous civilization.

What they need is a story-driven history.

How much value can a story that unfolds in a flat, unexciting way produce?

Only through twists and turns can a story be told.

Only disasters can highlight the struggle.

Only through sacrifice can heroes be forged.

Only through ups and downs can a wonderful chapter be formed.

The cyclical natural disasters mentioned by the old man were actually a plot climax tailor-made for the branch clans by the Ming Shi clan.

They artificially create despair, then observe how the branch tribes resist, sacrifice, and even give birth to so-called "heroes" in despair, and then transform all this magnificent process into a vivid part of their chronicle "Lunar Eclipse Chapter".

He suddenly understood why, among so many races in the monster world, the Mingshi Clan had "chosen" the Lunar Eclipse Clan.

The core of the Lunar Eclipse Clan's development is: to perpetuate civilization at all costs.

This is also the core law that Star5, of this lineage, inherited from StarNet.

As long as there is a glimmer of hope, Star 5 will not let the Lunar Eclipse Clan give up, and through education, it will inform the branch clansmen of the meaning of survival.

This ingrained resilience means that even when faced with dire circumstances, the branch clansmen will continue to struggle, resist, and seek hope.

This provides the Mingshi clan with a continuous stream of high-quality material for dramatic conflicts and twists.

The branch clansmen living in this independent space were clearly kept in the dark.

They really thought this was a fight for survival.

They thought the wall was a protective barrier, and that each victory over the "monster horde" was due to their own efforts.

In reality, all of this is proceeding according to the script of the Mingshi Clan.

They will not truly wipe out the Lunar Eclipse Clan; they will simply use cyclical natural disasters to continuously enact the joys and sorrows, the triumphs and tribulations of the race.

Star 5, also known as the Fibre-Carrying Auxiliary AI created by StarNet, is a secondary AI system.

It plays a crucial role in this cruel cycle: a civilization restarter that never gives up.

Whenever the "natural disaster" mentioned by the old man ends, the monster tide recedes, leaving behind devastation and survivors on the verge of collapse, Star-5 will initiate the civilization reconstruction plan.

It will encourage the remaining members of the tribe, and then use the knowledge stored in the database to guide them in rebuilding their homes, repairing equipment, summarizing experiences, and raising the next generation.

The core principle of "preserving civilization at all costs" was repeatedly instilled in the survivors, inspiring them to rise again from the ruins.

Thus, an inspiring chapter of "post-disaster reconstruction and civilization revival," filled with both blood and tears yet brimming with hope, will slowly unfold in the chronicles of the Mingshi tribe.

The resilience, wisdom, unity, and cooperation that emerged during this period are the nourishment for the Ming Shi tribe.

During this process, Star 5 might be able to detect some anomalies.

But at its core is the continuation of civilization.

When faced with a branch of its people in dire straits, it will regard all these hardships as challenges that must be overcome.

Instead of telling the branch clansmen: Let's give up, this is just a script, there is no hope for the future.

Therefore, the underlying logic of Star 5 is implicitly aligned with the script of the Mingshi Clan.

To fulfill the needs of the Mingshi Clan, allowing their branch clans to produce richer, more complex, and more valuable historical chapters through repeated destruction and rebirth. Then, every forty years, the Mingshi Clan triggers a disaster switch.

New waves of monsters emerge, and the revitalized civilization once again faces the crisis of extinction. Stories of heroes and sacrifices are reenacted... and so it goes on and on, without end.

Star 5 and the people it protects are merely part of this grand cycle.

During his conversation with the old man, he subconsciously adopted the player's God-like perspective.

They believed that the Lunar Eclipse Clan knew of the existence of the Inscription Clan and the fact that they were being kept in captivity.

It now appears that they were completely unaware of this and were all "actors" who had invested genuine emotions in the process.

They were also unaware that the natural disasters they were fighting against with all their might, and the future that their people were striving for, were all part of a pre-planned story by an observer from a higher dimension.

The goal was simply to make the "history" of the branch civilizations look more interesting.

The Mingshi Clan are not only the audience and the screenwriter, but also the director who controls the whole situation.

The branch clansmen, on an invisible stage, act out their own stories with their lives, and even their joys, sorrows, life and death are merely symbols in the vast historical chapters of the Mingshi clan.

Alan looked again at the low, dilapidated metal shacks, then at the old man in front of her who had calmed his breathing, his gaze filled with a complex emotion.

The truth choked him.

He couldn't bring himself to tell the old man that all their sacrifices and perseverance, which they considered the "continuation" of meaning, were nothing more than a drama that was constantly being reenacted to please others.

This cruelty is more despairing than any monster tide.

He also couldn't tell the old man that he could bring hope.

Waiting is the most agonizing thing.

Especially when hope is gradually eroded while waiting.

After a moment of silence, A-Lan slowly exhaled a breath of stale air, suppressing her surging emotions.

He cannot change this enormous cycle, at least not for the time being.

But he could do something for the branch clansmen here.

"Old man, get some rest." Alan's voice was much gentler than usual, lacking the authority she displayed when facing other members of the Lunar Eclipse Clan.

He opened the player store and began making bulk purchases.

Before long, with a slight thought, boxes of tightly sealed high-energy nutritional paste and spiritual spring water, exuding a faint aura of energy, appeared out of thin air on the open ground of this ruin, piling up into a small mountain.

These are just the most basic supplies for players, and are referred to as "baby food" by forum players.

This refers to food specifically provided for novice players.

Experienced players generally avoid it, especially canned food, which newbies also dislike.

But for these branch tribesmen struggling on the edge of survival, it was nothing short of a divine blessing.

The old man's cloudy eyes widened suddenly, and the surrounding branch clansmen gasped in disbelief.

Looking at the suddenly appearing "mountain of food," his eyes were filled with longing, as well as a trace of bewildered fear.

"This...this is..." The old man's voice trembled, and he could barely utter a complete sentence.

"Take it; it should be enough to sustain you for a while," A-Lan said calmly without explaining its origin.
"Remember, live on."

After speaking, he didn't linger. In a flash, he appeared dozens of meters away.

Behind them stood a group of people from the branch tribes who seemed frozen in time, their gazes fixed on the pile of food in front of them.

The old man reached out his hand tremblingly and touched the cold packaging box, tears streaming down his face.

Most of the resources have been supplied to the front lines, leaving them with a severe food shortage and barely enough to survive.

They did not know who this mysterious person was, why he came, or why he bestowed such a gift upon them.

But they knew that perhaps they could survive this long disaster.

……

the other side.

Alan's figure sped through the air above the ruins, his telekinetic energy forming an invisible current that lifted him up, while the rubble beneath his feet swept past rapidly.

The next target was the high wall the old man had mentioned.

As he hurried along, he turned to look at the guide who had always been following him and asked:

"Guide, what are the specifics of this natural disaster that occurs only once every 40 years?"

When asked, the guide opened his eyes and gave a concise answer:

The natural disasters in the Lunar Eclipse chapter refer to monsters generated by energy derived from the "Chronological Rules" of the Mingshi Clan. They are also a type of disaster specifically designed for different independent civilization spaces. Your branch of the clan has already experienced five calamities, such as the Devouring Beast Tide, the Echo of the Undead, and the Green Goblin Invasion, as well as other periodic apocalyptic crises, all with the aim of making the development of civilization more tortuous and arduous.

Before each apocalyptic crisis, the Mingshi Clan would release two types of key resources into the space in batches during a period of peace: survival resources and extraordinary resources. The purpose of this was to ensure that the "observation sample" would not collapse due to basic survival issues, thus maintaining the course of the story.

[Survival resources need no further explanation. The other type of extraordinary resource primarily grants powerful abilities to certain individuals, thereby catalyzing the birth of heroes and leaders capable of guiding the plot, significantly increasing historical tension and making the incorporated historical events more valuable.]

At this point, the guide raised his hand and pointed, and a light screen immediately appeared in front of A-Lan.

In the light screen, several huge energy vortexes suddenly bloomed in the gray sky without warning.

Immediately afterwards, countless orbs of light, each a different color and radiating a soft yet powerful energy fluctuation, fell from the vortex like a reverse meteor shower, covering the ruins and remaining city.

Each sphere of light represents a system of extraordinary power that has been "bestowed" upon it.

A blazing white orb of light fell into the body of a boy in a dilapidated city, instantly enveloping him and reshaping his bones and muscles. When the light dissipated, light patterns appeared on his body, and a scorching flaming sword condensed in his hand.

The pale blue orb merged into the consciousness of a scholar huddled in a corner of the ruins.

He suddenly looked up, countless data streams flashing in his eyes. The surrounding metal debris floated and reassembled under his will, transforming into agile shields and weapons.

A vibrant green orb of light crashed into a withered forest, instantly bringing forth a burst of life. Numerous vines entwined around a young girl, coexisting with her and granting her the ability to manipulate plants and natural energy.

The dark purple orb of light then entered the body of a shadowy figure, making his form increasingly blurred, as if he could blend into any dark corner and gain the power to control the shadows.

Besides the orbs of light, weapons, armor, or ancient scroll-like items emitting strange light also fall down; these opportunities depend entirely on luck.

To the members of the branch clan, the whole scene looked like a divine blessing.

The guide, looking at the scene on the light screen, explained in a calm voice:
[As you can see, this is what the Mingshi Clan considers extraordinary seeding, but to your branch clansmen, it is a natural rule within an independent space. Periodic spatial rifts bring treasures and power from different worlds, allowing them to grow.]

The different colored orbs represent different power systems: radiance, nature, shadow... They selectively integrate into individuals whose personalities align with the predetermined script.

These chosen individuals will rapidly mature before the disaster strikes, becoming the protagonists of the era, the main force in combating the natural calamity, and the key figures closely monitored by the Mingshi Clan.

As these heroes and leaders emerge, the illusion of peace will crumble, and periodic natural disasters will arrive as scheduled, ushering in yet another round of destruction and struggle.

The observers of the Inscription Clan relish witnessing heroes erupt in dire straits, the wisdom and courage that shines forth when civilization faces imminent peril, and even the emotional sublimation brought about by sacrifice… All intense emotions and extreme choices are high-value passages in their eyes.

After listening to the explanation, Alan had a clearer understanding of the situation of the branch tribesmen.

The so-called opportunity to become stronger is nothing more than bait thrown in by a higher-dimensional caretaker to ensure the drama is exciting enough.

Those heroes who stepped forward in dire straits, burning their lives to defend stories already written by others, ultimately became a record for observing history.

A surge of anger suddenly ignited in his heart.

But that emotional fluctuation lasted only a moment before it was suppressed deep inside.

He stopped asking questions and increased his speed to the limit, like a bolt of lightning tearing through the gray sky, speeding towards the black boundary at the end of the earth.

Finally, the high wall came into clear view.

It's less of a wall and more of a massive barrier.

It is made entirely of a dark material, with a smooth, mirror-like surface and countless energy runes flowing within it.

On the other side of the wall.

A deafening roar, the booming sound of energy explosions, the sharp screech of colliding metal... countless sounds converged into a violent sonic wave.

Alan hovered above the high wall, gazing over the top of it.

Beyond the walls lay an even more desolate and scorched land, now being engulfed by an endless horde of monsters.

Monsters of various shapes emerged from the horizon.

There were giant reptiles covered in bone armor, spewing corrosive acid; some floated in the air, twisted spirits made of pure energy, emitting piercing mental shocks; and there were multi-legged behemoths as large as mountains, whose every movement caused the earth to tremble... In front of this terrifying monster horde were countless warriors of the Lunar Eclipse Clan.
They fought desperately, relying on the makeshift defenses built against the high walls.

Energy beams shot out from the assembled turrets and staffs, exploding into bursts of light and flame among the monsters.

Armored warriors brandished weapons that shimmered with various colors, engaging in close combat with the charging monsters. Each strike was accompanied by splattering blood and bits of flesh.

The faces, stained with blood and sweat, were filled with exhaustion and fear, but even more so with an almost insane tenacity and determination.

Someone had their chest torn open by the monster's claws, but before falling, they stuffed an energy grenade into the monster's mouth.

When someone ran out of energy, they roared and tore at the small monsters that pounced on them with their teeth.

Behind them, the healers, their own health deteriorating, desperately tried to keep the lifeline of those ahead of them hanging by a thread, their lights flickering faintly.

This is a brutal and desperate war.

Every second, figures fell, and the defensive line kept retreating under the monster's relentless onslaught, only to be barely plugged by the subsequent surge of warriors who sacrificed their lives.

They fought valiantly, believing they were protecting their homeland and the future of their people.

But to Alan, this scene was extremely ironic.

Because the pain they endured, the courage they displayed, and even the lives they sacrificed were merely a historical episode unfolding in real time, full of ups and downs, in the eyes of the upper-level "observers."

With a slight thought, he activated his analytical abilities.

After his gaze swept across the scene, every Eclipse Clan warrior fighting valiantly and every ferocious monster attacking wildly transformed into analytical information in his mind.

A-Lan's gaze sharpened slightly.

The content presented in the analysis surprised him greatly.

He discovered that whether it was monsters or members of the branch tribes, their hunting level was generally 50+.

The intensity was far greater than he had imagined.

He originally thought that in this captive "cradle of civilization," the overall power of the branch civilizations would be deliberately suppressed to a low level so that the "managers" could control them.

But the reality is not like that.

After a brief moment of thought, he figured out the answer.

The behavior of the Mingshi Clan is actually quite similar to that of the Ancient God Arena.

In the Soul Arena, the stronger the fighter is and the stronger their fighting spirit, the more rule-derived energy is generated during the duel.

In the Palace of Elysium, the strength of a fallen being's life force and the depth of their depravity determine the amount of Elysium power that can be extracted.

Clearly, the "chronological rules" mastered by the Mingshi clan also follow a similar underlying logic.

The overall strength of a civilization, and even the scale and ferocity of its history of struggle, directly affect the amount of rule-derived energy produced in the end.

Therefore, the Mingshi Clan will not suppress the development of the Lunar Eclipse Clan; on the contrary, they will continuously escalate the intensity and level of the war.

This cyclical drama is elevated from a low-level struggle for survival to a transcendent level.

Only in this way can the desired outcome be achieved by the Mingshi Clan, satisfying their harvest needs.

As for the enormous consumption generated in this process... perhaps there is no real consumption at all.

The fallen members of the branch clans and the monsters killed will eventually be recycled by the Mingshi clan's breeding system.

Just like how the Ancient Gods' Arena refines the corpses and power of fallen warriors into rewards for the growth of other warriors.

With just one initial resource, powerful beings who once possessed immense strength will fall and transform into nourishment, fueling the unfolding of the next storyline.

This ensures that this cruel drama can continue indefinitely.

After figuring out the reason, a flash of insight suddenly struck A-Lan's mind.

Could the breeding system designed by the Mingshi clan be utilized by players to create an excellent hunting ground?
The Mingshi Clan regularly distributes extraordinary and survival resources. These power orbs, weapons, and items, which are formed from energy derived from the rules, are ready-made and repeatable rewards for players.

The periodic invading monster tides are set at a hunting level of 50+ or ​​even higher.

It is also a renewable and highly rewarding hunting target.

Players can treat it as a massive raid instance to exploit the resources dropped by the Mingshi Clan.

Although the Mingshi Clan has a recycling system, no matter how strong the recycling system is, it obviously cannot compare with the backlash ability of the Black Tide.

If a player wants to take it away, the Mingshi Clan can't stop them at all.

If there's a real problem... go talk to Brother Di Zhao.

Therefore, as long as players enter the game, the Mingshi Clan's seemingly perfect energy cycle farm will evolve into a constantly bleeding loophole.

This also indirectly weakened the Mingshi Clan's fighting strength, thus contributing to the future challenge against the Mingshi Clan.

If this plan works, this will become another loop channel for players to obtain growth benefits.

However, this idea has two problems.

What will the Mingshi clan do about the vulnerabilities in the space?
If the Mingshi Clan discovers a resource leak in this independent space, but is unable to address the root cause, it could very well lead to the disappearance of the entire independent space along with its branch clans.

Remove it completely from the annals of civilization.

If that's the case, his plan would undoubtedly harm the branch clansmen.

Secondly, while setting up a space teleportation array is easy, protecting it is a difficult problem.

They built it on Dream Island, and when the Mingshi Clan found the loopholes, they followed the clues to descend upon the Azure Star Sea, at which point the entire Dream Island would be wiped out.

So, where should the teleportation array be placed that is stable and not easily destroyed?
After the inspiration subsided, one question after another flooded A-Lan's mind.

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(End of this chapter)