Rejecting Tsinghua and Peking Universities: I Will Lead Harbin Institute of Technology to World Lead

The war broke out completely.

On the outer edge of the solar system, ten thousand death shockwave cannons fired simultaneously. Ten million deep black beams shot out from the defensive platform, splitting into ten billion thin beams in the starry sky, like a black rainstorm, overwhelming the endless enemy.

One million death warships fired their main cannons simultaneously, unleashing one hundred million death shockwaves from their bows, which split into one hundred billion thin beams of light, covering the entire outer reaches of the solar system in a black web of death.

Three million Death Armor units simultaneously activated their miniature Death Shockwave emitters, unleashing three hundred million thin beams of light from the armor's chest, precisely locking onto every approaching enemy.

One hundred and eleven billion death shockwaves intertwined in the starry sky, forming an impenetrable web of destruction. This was the most powerful attack in the history of human civilization, capable of instantly destroying dozens of galaxies and turning an entire star field into nothingness.

The beam of light collided with the enemy in the starry sky, the explosion illuminating the entire universe. Enemy warships shattered under the piercing shockwave, turning to dust in the penetrating explosion. The Ikaran of Avatar burned in the beam of light, the red warships of the Blood Demon civilization collapsed in the explosion, and countless resurrected warriors vanished in the black light.

The first wave of attacks destroyed tens of millions of enemy ships and eliminated hundreds of millions of enemies. A vast expanse of the outer reaches of the solar system was instantly cleared, leaving only floating debris and remnants of dissipated energy.

But no one in human civilization cheered. Because they knew these enemies were unkillable.

The enemy is very powerful, but the most important factor is human civilization. It has been discovered that although these enemies are completely controlled, they still possess the instinct to fight and all the abilities to fight them.

The resurrected enemies retained all their fighting abilities from their previous lives. Avatar warriors rode Ikarans, breathing purple flames, and hurled their spears with pinpoint accuracy at the human warships. The Blood Demon civilization's red warships, though not as large as the one previously captured by humans, were each equipped with crimson death beams, enough to threaten the death warship's shields. The civilizations in the galaxies once conquered by humans each retained their unique fighting styles—some used energy weapons, some physical projectiles, some mental attacks, and some spatial distortion.

They were controlled, but their fighting instincts were not erased. They could dodge, parry, coordinate, and use tactics. They were not zombies, but war machines manipulated by some force, more terrifying than in life, because they showed no fear, no hesitation, and no mercy in battle.

What's most terrifying is that these enemies can't be eliminated.

Less than three minutes after the enemies destroyed in the first wave of attacks vanished into space, they began to reform. First came the convergence of energy, then the formation of matter, and finally, a complete resurrection. A destroyed Blood Demon warship reappeared intact in its original location three minutes later. An Avatar warrior pierced by the death shockwave rode back onto Ikaran five minutes later. The warships blasted to pieces, the warriors reduced to dust, the beings utterly wiped out—all were resurrected, all returned.

Once these enemies are eliminated, they will respawn in as little as three minutes and as long as thirty minutes, which will continuously wear them down until they are completely defeated.

Human scientists continuously analyzed enemy respawn data during the battle. The weakest enemies respawned the fastest, returning to combat in just three minutes. The strongest enemies respawned more slowly, but still within thirty minutes. Within thirty minutes, the human fleet could launch a maximum of three waves of attacks. After three waves, all destroyed enemies would reappear, while humanity's energy and ammunition were constantly being depleted.

This is a war that can never be won. The enemy cannot be killed, cannot be wiped out, and cannot be eradicated. No matter how many times humanity destroys them, they will resurrect in the shortest possible time, rejoin the battle, and continue to consume human resources and lives.

The war continued, and humanity suffered enormous casualties in the face of this invincible enemy.

As the battle entered its first hour, the enemy's first wave of resurrection began. The tens of millions of enemy ships destroyed thirty minutes earlier simultaneously reformed and surged towards the human defenses from all directions. The human defensive platforms were forced to contend with both the newly emerged and resurrected enemies, their firepower began to wane, and gaps started to appear in the defensive lines.

In the second hour, the enemy numbers not only didn't decrease, but actually increased due to respawning. Humanity's death shockwave cannons began to overheat, requiring longer cooldown times. The warships' energy reserves were running low, with ammunition consumption far exceeding resupply rates. Armored warriors' stamina began to decline, and their reaction speed slowed.

In the third hour, the enemy's first wave of attacks finally broke through humanity's defenses. Millions of enemy ships slipped through the gaps in the defensive platforms, heading directly towards the interior of the solar system. The Death Ships were forced to abandon their outer defenses and return to reinforce the core region of the solar system. The Death Armor engaged the enemy in close combat in space, with armor shattering every second under the enemy's onslaught.

In the fourth hour, casualties began to mount on a massive scale. A Deathship was besieged by dozens of Blood Demon warships; its shields shattered under the crimson beams of light, its hull was pierced, and thousands of warriors perished in the explosion. Three Death Armor units were surrounded by a group of Avatar warriors; purple flames burned through the armor's defenses, and the pilots were reduced to ashes in the cockpits. A defensive platform was subjected to concentrated fire from the enemy's main fleet; the Death Shockwave Cannon was destroyed, and the platform disintegrated in the explosion, leaving tens of thousands of defensive warriors forever trapped in space.

The fifth hour, the sixth hour, the seventh hour. The casualty figures continued to climb; every minute, warships were falling, every second, soldiers were sacrificing their lives. Countless wreckage floated in the space of the solar system—silver-white warship fragments, black armor fragments, and the remains of human soldiers. Those remains drifted silently in space, like the most desolate tombstones in the universe.

What terrifies humanity most is that the humans who are killed also become part of the enemy, and they will launch a counterattack against humanity again. This is the most despairing thing. They cannot kill the enemy, and the enemy can assimilate their fallen comrades.

Eight hours into the battle, the most terrifying thing happened. The human warriors who had fallen in the battle, the soldiers who had turned to ashes in the explosion of the Death Ship, the pilots who had perished in the shattering of the Death Armor, and the defense forces who had lost their lives when the defense platform disintegrated—their remains floated in space for less than ten minutes before being eroded by that mysterious force.

First, the eyes. A strange light shone in the fallen warrior's eyes, a light without color, yet constantly shifting across the spectrum. Then, the body. The warrior's body began to twist unnaturally, joints bending at impossible angles, muscles swelling, and skin changing color. Finally, consciousness. The warrior's consciousness was completely erased by that force, replaced by hatred for humanity, a thirst for killing, and a fanaticism for destruction.

Those warriors who fought for human civilization, those heroes who fought bravely on the battlefield, those martyrs who sacrificed their lives to protect the solar system—they have been resurrected. Dressed in tattered uniforms, piloting repaired warships, and maneuvering reconstructed armor, they stand in the enemy ranks and launch an attack on their former comrades.

"No...no! That's Old Li! That's my comrade-in-arms! He died in yesterday's battle! How could he..."

"Xiao Wang! Xiao Wang, wake up! It's us! We're your comrades! Don't you remember?"

"Retreat! Retreat now! They've been captured! They're no longer our comrades! They're the enemy!"

The communication channels were filled with terrified screams, desperate cries, and the agonizing roars of soldiers forced to fire on their former comrades.

Every minute, new human warriors fall, and every minute, fallen warriors are resurrected as enemies. Human casualties accelerate, and the number of enemies increases. It's a vicious cycle from which there is no escape—the killed enemies are resurrected, and the killed humans are resurrected as enemies. The more humanity fights, the more enemies arise. The more humanity resists, the deeper the despair deepens.

In the ninth hour, the human fleet had dwindled from one million ships to six hundred thousand. The number of Death Armor units had decreased from three million to one and a half million. Of the ten thousand Death Shockwave Cannons on the defensive platforms, three thousand had been destroyed in battle. Countless corpses of human warriors floated in the starry sky of the solar system. These corpses were being eroded by that mysterious force, resurrecting one by one, and joining the enemy ranks.

Lin Feng stood in front of the porthole in the command center, looking at the starry sky filled with enemies, at the bodies of his comrades who were being resurrected, and at the ever-increasing casualty figures on the holographic projection. His eyes were bloodshot.

Nine hundred and ninety-nine portions of the universe's origin are in his hands. Only one more, just the last one. If he could obtain that one, if he could complete the research on the universe's origin, if he could create an infinite array of Heavenly Emperor weapons—perhaps there would still be a chance, perhaps humanity could still turn the tide.

But time is running out. Humanity's defenses are crumbling, casualties are mounting, and hope is dwindling faster than ever before.

"Hang in there a little longer." Lin Feng's voice echoed in the command center, hoarse but firm. "Give me a little more time. Just a little more time."

In the starry sky, the battle continued. Human warriors were still risking their lives to buy time for Lin Feng, still using their flesh and blood to hold back the endless enemy, and still guarding the last hope of human civilization in despair.