The job change is a bizarre and calamity; the nation begs me to tone it down.

Just then, the vital signs monitor next to them sounded an alarm.

The curve that originally had slight undulations.

It began to plummet rapidly towards a horizontal straight line.

A high-ranking priest with a full head of white hair stood on the other side of the hospital bed, his hands hanging limply at his sides.

His magical powers had been exhausted.

As the old man watched Su Qiong's face grow increasingly pale, a single, cloudy tear slid down his cheek, and his voice choked with emotion.

"Director Zhang, please stop."

The old pastor shook his head, his voice filled with profound helplessness: "It's no use. Her life force has completely vanished. Her organs are failing, and her quasi-saintly essence has dissipated. Even a god couldn't save her."

"No! I disagree!"

Zhang Xinxin practically yelled it out.

She recklessly increased the output of holy light, not caring at all that blood spilled from the corner of her mouth due to the backlash of magic.

"Su Qiong! Wake up! Aren't you supposed to be the most capable madman in the East China Sea theater? How could you just die like this!"

Zhang Xinxin found it unbelievable.

Is Su Qiong, who is so powerful and who swore to kill all the alien races, really going to leave this world with endless regrets?

The other medical staff in the ward lowered their heads and silently stopped what they were doing.

Only Zhang Xinxin was still making a futile struggle.

At this moment, Su Qiong, who was on the operating table, could no longer feel any pain from the outside world.

Her consciousness completely detached from that broken body.

They entered a strange space where there was absolutely no light.

There are no roars of sea monsters, no booming explosions, only a tranquility that lulls you to sleep.

In the final stage before consciousness completely dissipates, time seems to be stretched infinitely.

In the darkness before my eyes, clear images began to emerge.

That was the path she had walked in her life.

The scene begins when she was five years old.

That was the happiest time of her life.

My hometown in Nanchuan Province has a spacious courtyard with a very tall grapevine growing in it.

She saw her father when he was young, wearing a smart military uniform.

My father is a powerful seventh-tier job changer who rarely comes home because he spends most of his time fighting against alien races on the border.

But whenever he came back, he would always lift her up high with his calloused hands, his stubble sticking up her face, making her giggle.

My mother always wore an apron and brought out steaming hot meals from the kitchen, gently scolding my father for using too much force.

At that time, Su Qiong felt that her father would hold up the sky if it fell.

But this heartwarming scene shattered completely on her fifth birthday.

That was the most devastating invasion by a foreign tribe in the history of Nanchuan Province.

Hundreds of thousands of aliens broke through the defenses.

The sky turned a nauseating dark red.

Screams and collapsed buildings were everywhere.

Her father donned his armor and stood resolutely at the forefront of the beast tide.

He did not retreat a single step until he died in battle.

Her mother, in an attempt to hide her in a cellar, was instantly killed by a high-ranking alien race.

Little Su Qiong hid in the dark and damp cellar, covering her mouth tightly, afraid to make a sound.

Several days later, the military's search and rescue team dug her out of the rubble.

A large military uniform, still smelling of gunpowder, was draped over her body, which was turning purple from the cold.

From that day on, the little girl who used to snuggle in her parents' arms died.

She became an orphan of a martyr and was adopted by a state institution.

The pace of the video began to accelerate.

For more than a decade, she grew up in a welfare institution with military-style management.

She doesn't like to talk or laugh; her only joy is to train herself relentlessly on the training field.

Finally, at her awakening ceremony when she turned eighteen.

A beam of crimson light shot into the sky, illuminating the entire square.

SSS-level class, Bloodthirsty Battle Soul.

At that time, several top universities in Longjing practically wore out her doorstep, offering extremely generous conditions to poach her.

But Su Qiong didn't even glance at those guaranteed admission agreements.

With a simple bag on her back, she resolutely headed towards the war zone with the highest mortality rate in the Shenxia Empire.

She put on a military uniform and became a low-ranking soldier.

Because she wanted revenge.

She would use the knife in her hand to chop those ugly aliens into pieces, bit by bit.

Over the years, her life has consisted of nothing but fighting and recuperating.

She has crawled out of piles of dead bodies countless times.

The fear he felt when first facing a different race was quickly replaced by a near-maniacal killing intent.

Her comrades-in-arms changed batch after batch.

Yesterday's brother was eating at the same table, but tomorrow he might be a mangled corpse on the battlefield.

She had witnessed too many partings and deaths, and seen the various predicaments and tragedies the Divine Xia Empire faced when confronted with foreign invasions.

It was precisely because she saw through all this that she climbed up with all her might.

Ultimately, he relied on the numerous deadly scars all over his body and the military merits he earned by killing countless alien races.

She rose step by step to a high-ranking position in the God-Slaying Army.

He became the chief of staff who worked alongside Corps Commander Zhou Yi and formed the backbone of the East China Sea defense line.

She thought her heart had long since grown as cold as the knife in her hand.

Until the very end of this rapid-fire sequence, a slightly thin young boy appeared.

Gu Xu.

That boy who awakened a unique profession and could use high-level monsters as experience farming targets.

The Crown Prince of Shenxia, ​​who was protected like the apple of the eye by the highest levels of the government and on whom everyone placed their hopes.

Su Qiong recalled the surprise she felt when she first met Gu Xu.

I remembered the shock I felt when the other person reached level 11 in one day during their first monster-hunting session.

In fact, Su Qiong never regarded Gu Xu as some high-ranking major general.

She just felt that the burden on Sherlock was too heavy.

Their generation fought so hard and died so tragically; there has to be a hope that can truly hold the line and lead humanity to a counterattack.

In her eyes, Gu Xu was that hope.

Su Qiong looked at the slightly immature face frozen in her consciousness space.

That face was smiling at her.

Consciousness grew increasingly blurred, and darkness was about to swallow the last glimmer of light.

"Little one, your sister might really have to break her promise this time."

Su Qiong sighed softly in her heart.

She remembered the words she had spoken to Gu Xu in the teleportation plaza before the Silver Moon Realm opened.

She said at the time that when Gu Xu returned victorious, she would definitely prepare the strongest liquor.

To celebrate his victory, a grand banquet was held.

But now it seems impossible.

"My sister won't be able to drink that celebratory toast."

Su Qiong's last vestiges of consciousness carried a sense of relief mixed with deep regret: "The rest of the road may be yours to walk alone. Carry the banner of Shenxia and live well."

As that last thought faded away.

Su Qiong's consciousness began to sink into an unfathomable void.

The faint light, symbolizing the existence of the soul, began to slowly fade away...