Bengtie: My death fueled their madness.

Black Tower was deeply shaken and had no time to ponder the coincidences.

In her vision, all that remained was Qi Zhimu leading her out of the deep sea and onto a scorched earth.

What comes into view is scalding lava, with flames burning fiercely.

Qi Zhimu didn't have time to observe the dangers around him; the first thing he did after landing was to rescue her.

Her tense face only relaxed slightly after she woke up.

Black Tower, having survived the catastrophe, was extremely weak, and even speaking a few words was incredibly difficult for him.

Knowing that the road ahead was long, Qi Zhimu decided to use all his slowly recovering abundant power on the Black Tower, leaving his bloody wounds exposed to the high temperature.

He carried the girl on his back, secured her to his back with a special rope, and then resolutely started walking forward.

The lava monster roared and blocked the way; one could not leave without killing it.

When the battle subsided, Qi Zhimu had severe burns over a large area of ​​his chest and abdomen, emitting a strange smell of burning and meat.

Entering a world ravaged by hurricanes, the agile cheetah stealthily moves through the wind, each wind blade slicing deep, bone-revealing gashes into Qi Zhimu's body.

Even so, he never let a single gust of wind blade hit the girl behind him.

The enemy was too fast, so Qi Zhimu had no choice but to fight to the death, deliberately creating openings.

Just as the cheetah's gaping maw was about to pierce its throat, he swiftly slammed his elbow into its face, smashing the cheetah's head to pieces.

The price was a lacerated cut on the elbow, with blood flowing freely.

The black tower, perched on his back, witnessed all of this.

Having experienced the world of flames, she could no longer shed a single tear.

She was well protected by Qi Zhimu, but she was not immune to the corrosive effects of the harsh environment.

If Qi Zhimu hadn't been protecting her with his abundant power at all times, she probably would have died long ago.

Despite this, Black Tower is currently in a very difficult situation.

Qi Zhimu moves very fast during battle, causing a lot of jolting, and he was knocked unconscious by the inertia several times.

"Well……"

Qi Zhimu let out a muffled groan filled with pain.

His knees buckled, and he finally couldn't support himself any longer, kneeling on the gravel ground, breathing rapidly.

The girl could only see his disfigured profile and his dry, pale lips.

"...Are you alright?" Black Tower asked in a barely audible voice, but upon closer listening, one could easily detect a sob in his voice.

Qi Zhimu forced a smile, feigning calmness.

"During the years I was trapped in the world of memories, I devoted myself to physical training, sword practice, and boxing."

"Although I can't handle crises as calmly as the young wizards in fairy tales, at least... I can protect you now."

"Don't worry, Little Tower, I said I would take you home."

"I...uh..."

Blood blocked his throat, but Qi Zhimu forced it back down, trying his best to suppress the trembling in his voice.

"I'm...very strong..."

The black tower crouching on his back clearly knew how bad Qi Zhimu's situation was, but it couldn't see his face.

But the black tower, floating like a ghost, could be seen clearly, more clearly than anything else.

Qi Zhimu's injured eye is now blind in one eye, and the corner of his remaining right eye is covered with blood scabs, with fine blood vessels around the pupil.

Even more horrifying, several crisscrossing wounds ran across his chest, with his ribs barely visible.

The skin tissue on his lower abdomen had been burned and necrotic due to the high temperature, a shocking sight.

"...Brother Mu, don't be so arrogant and stubborn like the young magician in the story, okay? Little Tower isn't stupid..."

"Let's not go any further for now, can we rest for a little while, just a short while..."

The girl's tone was almost pleading.

"...Time is running out, there's no way to rest."

From a very early age, Qi Zhimu almost never refused any of the girl's requests.

But this time, he firmly shook his head.

The words spoken caused the Black Towers from different timelines to choke up.

"The idea that Azure Planet needs a 15-year-old girl to save it is absurd enough..."

There's not much I can do for you right now, and I can't guarantee anything else, but I'm confident I can accomplish one thing—

"I will take you back."

"...A real man will never say something he can't do."

Before Heita could speak again, Qi Zhimu stood up shakily and took another heavy step.

In each subsequent world, the enemies Qi Zhimu encounters leave even more wounds on his body.

His senses had long been numb, and he was sustained only by his obsession.

Gradually, the situation worsened to the point that even Black Tower was injured, with blood dripping from its fingertips onto Qi Zhimu's shoulder.

The moment Qi Zhimu felt the warm blood, his only remaining right eye turned red.

Unleashing terrifying power from an unknown source, it pulverized the earth elemental dragon-shaped creature in front of it with a single punch.

Before he could even catch his breath, a bone claw that emerged from the void rift hooked out several of his intestines, nearly severing him in half at the waist.

Seeing the attack coming again, Qi Zhimu suddenly sprang forward, reaching the center of the debris and kicking the crystal that the dragon corpse had dropped.

A portal appeared, engulfing the two.

When the surrounding chaos finally subsided and the coordinates aligned, Qi Zhimu looked up ahead.

"Look, Little Tower, the spaceship...we can go home now..."

Qi Zhimu's voice was no longer clear and bright; it was hoarse and dry, and anyone could hear the weakness of someone on the verge of death.

But his remaining eyes were exceptionally bright. Even though his vision was severely impaired and he could only see afterimages of the spaceship, he couldn't hide his excitement.

"Hold on a little longer!"

It's unclear whether these words were spoken to the Black Tower or to himself.

"...Little Tower?"

There was complete silence behind me; it seemed even breathing had ceased.

Qi Zhimu's expression changed drastically, and he frantically reached for her neck.

Feeling the faint pulse, instead of feeling relieved, his face showed even more panic.

Subconsciously mobilizing abundant power, yet not a single drop could be squeezed out.

Can't!!

Qi Zhimu's hair turned white at a speed visible to the naked eye.

At the same time, a bright green fluorescent light enveloped the black tower.

It seems... he is extracting his own life force in an unknown way, transforming it into the power needed to heal the Black Tower.

Only after Black Tower's breathing stabilized did he stumble towards the spaceship, open the hatch, and board it.

With great difficulty, they changed Hei Ta into a spare protective suit and tightened the triple safety belt.

After doing all this, he collapsed into the pilot's seat, exhausted, and started the spaceship's engines, speeding away.

"..."

Looking at Qi Zhimu with his full head of white hair, Heita could no longer suppress his emotions, which were on the verge of collapse, and tears streamed down his face.

She had not forgotten that among the enemies she had encountered were breeding stinging insects.

Fortunately, only a small group of insects appeared, numbering only about a hundred.

While piloting his spaceship to evade the stinging insects, Qi Zhimu continuously fought back.

After a long struggle, they finally eliminated all the stinging insects.

Unfortunately, the spaceship still suffered significant damage, and urgent alarms blared throughout the cabin.

【Warning! Energy leak! 】

【Warning! Energy leak! 】

【Warning……】