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

When humanity ceased its attack on Universe 9, the solar system quietly revolved in the starry sky of Universe 8. Half a million death warships patrolled day and night on the edge of the universe, 1.5 million Death Grim Reaper armors stood ready on defensive platforms, and 100 second-generation Emperor weapons and 20 Genesis weapons were all at maximum combat readiness.

But everyone knows that these forces cannot enter the Ninth Universe, cannot break through the barrier of the will of death, and cannot complete their final mission.

Scientists worked day and night in the lab, trying to find a way to penetrate the seal of the Will of Death. Engineers in the factory continuously optimized the Genesis Weapon, attempting to increase its power to a level sufficient to confront the entire Ninth Universe.

The soldiers stood guard day and night on the front lines, waiting for the attack order that might never come.

Lin Feng stood by the porthole in the command center, his brow furrowed as he gazed at the invisible cosmic boundary projected onto the holographic screen. Time flowed on, and the Will of Death continued to grow and evolve within the Ninth Universe.

If a way to enter Universe 9 cannot be found, the power of the Will of Death will grow to an unstoppable level.

By then, let alone destroying it, even defending the eight universes we've already saved will become a problem. But a forced attack is even less advisable; the lesson of the vanguard fleet's complete annihilation is still fresh in our minds, and the sacrifice of millions of soldiers is still fresh in our hearts.

He could not send more soldiers to their deaths, nor could he allow the power of human civilization to be exhausted in pointless attacks.

Just then, a cold and authoritative voice resounded in his mind. That voice was different from any before; it was no longer indifferent, no longer aloof, but carried an undisguised urgency, an anxiety that had endured countless years, and a sense of impending doom when facing a nemesis.

The primordial cosmic will grew anxious and contacted Lin Feng directly.

"Lin Feng, leader of human civilization. You need to listen to me. The will to death in the Ninth Universe is growing at an alarming rate. It has already merged with the entire Ninth Universe, and its power increases with each passing day. If you do not act now, when it grows strong enough to break through the boundaries of the universe, not only will the Ninth Universe completely fall, but the Eighth Universe, the Seventh Universe, and all the universes you have saved will be devoured by it."

"I have a way. I can open a cosmic portal to the Ninth Universe, a portal directly to the core of the Will of Death. The moment the portal opens, I can use the power of my primal will to block the first wave of the Will of Death's attack. That is the power I have accumulated over countless years, enough to withstand a full-scale attack from the Will of Death. You can take this opportunity to rush into the Ninth Universe, attack the core of the Will of Death directly, and transform it directly with the Creation Weapon."

"This is the only way. I have calculated all the possibilities, and this is the option with the highest success rate. If you miss this opportunity, if you wait too long, the power of the will to die will grow to a point that I cannot resist. By then, it will be too late."

The voice of primal will echoed in Lin Feng's mind, every word filled with urgency, every phrase with pressure, every sentence urging him to act immediately.

He can open cosmic portals and block a wave of Death Will's attack, allowing them to take this opportunity to directly eliminate Death Will.

On the holographic projection, the Primal Will presented a plan for a cosmic passage. It was a passage leading directly from the eighth universe to the core of the ninth universe, bypassing all of the Death Will's defenses at the edge of the universe, and allowing the human fleet to be directly deployed to the core region of the Death Will.

The instant the passage opens, the primal will will use its accumulated power over countless years to create a temporary safe zone in the Ninth Universe, blocking the first wave of the Death Will's attack. That safe zone will only last a short time—perhaps a few minutes, perhaps a few seconds—but enough for the human fleet to launch a full-scale attack. One attack, one opportunity, one moment that will decide the fate of the entire universe.

Lin Feng's brows furrowed more and more. The original will's plan was theoretically feasible. The cosmic passage could bypass the barrier of the death will, the power of the original will could block the first wave of attack, and the creation weapon could launch an attack within that brief time window.

But that plan was too risky. Whether the cosmic passage was stable, whether the primordial will could really withstand the full force of the will of death's attack, and whether the creation weapon could be transformed in such a short time—no one knew the answers.

If any link in the chain goes wrong, the human fleet entering Universe 9 will suffer the same fate as the vanguard fleet, and will be completely annihilated under the attack of the will of death.

Lin Feng rejected the suggestion outright.

"I refuse." Lin Feng's voice was calm and firm, echoing in the command center. "Your plan is too risky. The complete annihilation of the Vanguard Fleet has proven that the power of the Will of Death can wipe out our strongest forces in an instant. If your cosmic passage is not stable enough, if your safe zone is not secure enough, if the conversion speed of the Genesis Weapon is not fast enough—the entire fleet entering the Ninth Universe will perish. I cannot send my warriors to their deaths, I cannot allow the power of human civilization to be exhausted in an uncertain plan."

The voice of the primal will grew urgent, tinged with barely concealed anxiety. "Lin Feng, you have no time. The power of the Death Will is growing every moment. If you don't act now, it will be too late when it grows strong enough to break through the boundaries of the universe. At that time, not only will the Ninth Universe fall, but all the universes you have saved will be devoured by it. The lives of eight universes, the hopes of eight universes, the future of eight universes—all will turn to nothingness."

"I know the risks are huge, but it's the only way. I've calculated all the possibilities, considered all the variables, and optimized all the parameters. The success rate of the cosmic passage is 97%, the stabilization time of the safe zone is seven minutes, and the conversion speed of the creation weapon is three minutes and twenty seconds. We have enough time and enough confidence. As long as you act, as long as you trust me, we can succeed."

Lin Feng shook his head, his eyes filled with determination. "I trust you, but I don't trust probability. A 97% success rate means a 3% chance of failure. If that 3% happens, all my soldiers will be sacrificed. The vanguard fleet has already lost millions of soldiers; I can't send more to their deaths. I need a safer plan, a plan that can guarantee absolute success."

He couldn't bear to let his companions die, so he planned to develop even more powerful weapons before continuing to work against the Will of Death.

"I will research and develop an even more powerful weapon, a weapon that can be used in the Ninth Universe, a weapon that can ignore the barrier of the will to death, a weapon that can ensure absolute safety. When I have developed such a weapon, I will personally lead the fleet into the Ninth Universe, and I will personally use the creation weapon to transform the will to death. But before that, I will not let any warrior take the risk."

The voice of the primal will was silent for a moment, and the light representing the primal will on the holographic projection kept flashing, as if it was suppressing some kind of strong emotion.

The primordial cosmic will heard that Lin Feng dared to refuse him and wanted to teach human civilization a lesson, but ultimately refrained from taking action.

"Lin Feng, do you know what you're doing? You're playing with the fate of the entire universe. Your caution, your hesitation, your procrastination—all of these are giving the Will of Death time to grow. Every day that passes, the Will of Death's power will increase. Every week that passes, it will become more and more difficult to resist. Every month that passes, our chances of success will decrease. If you act now, your chances of success are 97 percent. If you wait a year, your chances of success may only be 50 percent. If you wait three years, your chances of success may only be 10 percent. By then, it will be too late, it will all be over."

The voice of primal will was filled with anger, disappointment, and a sense of resentment at being rejected.

The light on the holographic projection began to intensify, and the power of the primal will surged through the starry sky of the eighth universe. Stars trembled, planets shook, and space itself twisted and deformed in the emotional fluctuations of the primal will. It wanted to teach human civilization a lesson, to let Lin Feng know the price of refusing it, and to use its power to force human civilization to submit to its will.

But the primal will ultimately restrained itself and did not act. Because it is the primal will, the power of creation and life, the law of existence and continuation.

It cannot force life to fight, cannot compel civilization to sacrifice, and cannot replace humanity's will with its own. It can only offer suggestions, guide, and wait.

We await human civilization to make its own choice, we await Lin Feng to change his mind, and we await the civilization it has chosen to ultimately complete its mission.

However, he did not continue his conversation with Lin Feng.

The voice of the primal will disappeared from Lin Feng's mind, the light on the holographic projection slowly dimmed, and the starry sky of the eighth universe returned to calm.

The primal will ceased to speak, urge, or advise. It simply waited in silence, waiting for Lin Feng to change his mind, waiting for human civilization to act, waiting for that moment that would decide the fate of the universe.

Lin Feng stood by the porthole in the command center, gazing at the now-calm starry sky on the holographic projection, his eyes flashing with complex light. He knew the primal will was right; time was running out, the will of death was constantly growing, and every moment of delay increased the difficulty of the final battle.

But he couldn't allow his warriors to take risks, nor could he allow the strength of human civilization to be exhausted in an uncertain plan. The vanguard fleet had already suffered enough losses; the war across eight universes had claimed too many lives. He needed a safer plan, one that could guarantee absolute success.

He turned and strode towards the laboratory. There were still so many secrets waiting to be explored within the system simulation space. The power of the creation weapon could be enhanced, the application of the universe's origin could be optimized, and the principles behind the power of primordial will could be studied.

He will surely find a way, a way to enter the Ninth Universe without being consumed by the Will of Death, a way to fight in the core area of ​​the Will of Death, a way to ensure the complete and foolproof elimination of the Will of Death.

Until then, he will wait. Until then, he will study. Until then, he will protect. Protect the eight universes he has already saved, protect the spark of human civilization, protect the hope of the entire universe.

In the starry sky, the sun, five thousand times larger than itself, radiated intense light. The light illuminated the scientists conducting their research, the warriors preparing for battle, and the resolute faces of every human being. The will to death in the Ninth Universe grew in darkness, the primal will waited in silence, and human civilization prepared in the light.

Negotiations have broken down, but the war is not over. When Lin Feng finds the method, when the creation weapon becomes even more powerful, and when human civilization is ready for the final battle—the death will of the Ninth Universe will meet its end.