Desperate people, accept the seed of my soul!

"I will create a... big enough commotion."

Han Xiao's voice continued, so calmly it didn't sound like he was giving his last words, but rather like he was instructing on a routine tactical maneuver.

"Catch your chance...use your last bit of power...and become intangible..."

Xu Suyuan's pupils suddenly contracted.

She instantly understood what he was going to do.

"No……"

Her lips trembled as she tried to rush forward and grab him, wanting to refuse this gift that was so heavy it was suffocating her.

But it felt like there was a thorn stuck in my throat, and I couldn't get anything out except for sobs and the taste of blood.

Tears mingled with the blood on his face, sliding down and leaving two winding streaks on his pale cheeks.

"Live on."

Han Xiao's voice carried a hint of sternness; it was his final expectation.

"Then, witness for me the end of Wei Donghai."

live.

These three words were like a heavy hammer blow, shattering all of Xu Suyuan's weakness.

In a daze, she seemed to return to the past, where her grandmother held her hand tightly and said to her in the same way, "So-won...you must live well..."

One sought death to protect life.

One seeks survival to uphold his aspirations.

The immense grief and the rational thought that "his sacrifice must not be in vain" clashed fiercely in his mind, ultimately transforming into an obsession called "inheritance".

Now that you've paved the way...

Since you've given me your life...

Then I will carry your expectations and live on!

At that moment, the seed deep within Xu Suyuan's soul, which had been dimmed by weakness, seemed to be inspired by something.

Because of that intense desire to survive, it began to resonate and split violently!

A new power—[Void Return to Treasure]—is being born amidst that sorrow.

Xu Suyuan bit her lip so hard that it bled.

Under the dim emergency lights, amidst the ruins littered with spent shell casings and bloodstains.

With the last of her strength, she looked at that figure and, with an extremely slight yet unwavering tone, murmured an "Mmm."

------

Behind the scenes, Wen Yan closed his eyes.

He simultaneously sensed the splitting of the two soul seeds.

A being that, through extreme protection and destruction, heads towards [the Ruins].

A being that has returned to its origin through an extreme struggle for survival and inheritance.

What a contradiction, yet what an inevitable resonance.

He would transform into flames that burn everything, just to open a door to life for her;

She will carry his embers and hide in the cracks of the world, becoming a ghost of vengeance.

Is this the final "companion" you chose?

As the source of all this, Wen Yan felt no joy in receiving a powerful feedback.

There was only a sense of desolate silence, like witnessing a grand tragedy about to end.

"Go."

Wen Yan said softly to himself.

"Let the world hear your roar."

------

3:25:00 AM.

Han Xiao slowly closed his eyes.

In the final seconds of his life, just before unleashing the power capable of destroying this place, many of the most vivid images from his memories flooded his mind.

In the delivery room.

He stood there helplessly, looking at the exquisitely beautiful little dumpling, barely daring to breathe, for fear of disturbing the sleeping little angel.

"Dad! Look at my big windmill!"

Six-year-old Xiaoyu, wearing a dress and holding a colorful windmill, ran towards him on the grass in the park.

Sunlight shone on her hair, creating the purest gold in the world.

And Liu Qing.

The gentle woman, wearing an apron, stood at the kitchen doorway, which was filled with the aroma of food. She turned around and gave him a warm smile: "You're back? Wash your hands and eat."

The final frame of the scene is set in that dimly lit basement from not long ago.

With a glimmer of hope for the future in her eyes, Xu Suyuan softly asked him, "Uncle Han, once everything is over... will your repair shop need someone to help with the bookkeeping?"

How wonderful!

These were the futures that originally belonged to him, or that he could have had.

A gentle smile curved Han Xiao's lips on his face, which was covered in gunpowder and blood.

"Xiaoyu... Daddy's here to see you. Qingqing, wait for me."

He murmured silently to himself.

"And So-won... live on, carrying my share."

3:25:11

Han Xiao suddenly opened his eyes.

All tenderness vanished in that instant, transforming into the most resolute fuel.

He held his left arm out horizontally with his five fingers spread, like a judge about to unleash divine punishment on this filthy world.

[Kinetic Energy Return to Ruins], activated.

"Buzz—"

A deep, resonant sound, as if emanating from the depths of the earth's crust, suddenly exploded centered on Han Xiao.

That was the wailing sound of a spatial structure under extreme overload.

The few remaining emergency lights in the corridor shattered instantly under the terrifying force field fluctuations, and the glass shards were captured by an invisible force before they even hit the ground.

The light dimmed instantly, plunging the area into a chaotic gloom.

Only Han Xiao's body began to emit a dazzling white light that was impossible to look directly at.

"shooting!!"

Although the action captain present could not see the dramatic change in energy levels, his keen battlefield sense sent chills down his spine, and he decisively issued the most intense order for fire suppression.

However, the next second, a scene that shattered the perceptions of everyone present occurred.

Those bullets that leave the barrel should have been carrying deadly kinetic energy to tear the target apart.

But the moment the gun was fired, it was as if it had suddenly entered an invisible deep sea, and its speed decreased sharply to a visible degree.

The trajectory became erratic and weak, eventually losing all speed, and like a piece of iron stripped of its soul, it crashed to the ground with a clanging sound.

It's not just bullets.

The dust scattered on the corridor floor, the peeling paint, and even some light debris... all began to rise slightly against all reason, as if gently "lifted" by an invisible gravitational field, their movements becoming slow and eerie.

Even the smoke that was originally filling the air seemed to freeze in its speed of dissipation.

All the macro-level momentum was converging frantically towards Han Xiao.

Han Xiao is no longer made of flesh and blood.

The blood vessels under the skin bulged into a hideous purplish-black color, the muscle fibers broke inch by inch under the impact of the enormous energy, and the skin surface began to crack like dry porcelain.

Pure white light gushed out from the cracks, illuminating him as if he were a god forged from light.

------

The main building has three floors, which serve as the temporary command center.

"Sizzle sizzle—"

The entire wall of surveillance screens simultaneously displayed violent distortion and static, as if the image was being violently torn apart by some kind of strong magnetic field.

The chandelier in the room began to shake violently, and the wine glass on the table shattered into powder with a "crack" without any external force.

Zhong Heng, who had been sitting lazily on the sofa, froze in mid-air with the finger that was stroking his chin. The faint smile on his face instantly vanished without a trace.

He suddenly stood up and stared intently at the few screens that were not yet completely black.

On the screen, the scene in the corridor was playing clearly—bullets fell with a delayed thud, dust floated in the air, and the man's body radiated a destructive light like a collapsing star.

"What is he doing?!"

Wei Donghai also sensed something was wrong, but still didn't believe the other party could hurt him: "It's just a desperate struggle! At this distance, he can't possibly demolish this building, can he? Keep fighting!"