He has been reincarnated through countless worlds, adorned with billions of mythological terms!

This virus is terrifying; even she couldn't escape it.

But she believed that with her backup plan, she could live for at least another month.

She didn't believe anyone could survive a month under such a terrifying virus.

Moreover, she doesn't need to wait for everyone to die—the return condition is one cycle team plus two lone wolves.

The tremors came from beneath the ice sheet, from the earth, from the ocean, and spread throughout the entire world.

Yun Yi stood in the corridor and sensed it.

It wasn't a sound, nor a vibration—it was something that seeped from the air, rose from the soil, and overflowed from the water.

His senses expanded in an instant, and he saw it—the Antarctic ice sheet was melting, not from heat, but from a virus.

Blue viruses surged from beneath the ice caps, flowing into the ocean, into the atmosphere, and into the lungs of every living creature.

Those viruses multiply in the air, in water, and in soil.

They burrow into the bodies of insects, birds, and mammals.

They burrow into human skin, into human blood, and into human bone marrow.

More than 90% of the world's organisms are infected with this virus within 30 seconds.

Yun Yi stood in the corridor, sensing that the glimmers of life in his field of perception were going out—one after another, like candles being blown out.

Northern Hemisphere, Southern Hemisphere, Eastern Hemisphere, Western Hemisphere. Ocean, Land, Sky.

He tapped his fingers lightly on the seam of his trousers twice, then stopped.

"Li Shuiqiu, he really is a madman."

He read the name aloud, his voice very soft.

Inside a stealth aircraft over the Pacific Ocean.

Shen Wuyi sat in the driver's seat, looking at the global infection distribution map on the screen.

Those blue dots are expanding—starting from Antarctica, spreading northward, covering the entire Southern Hemisphere, crossing the equator, and entering the Northern Hemisphere.

The smile on his lips returned.

It wasn't the faint, observing smile from before, but a different kind—the smile a hunter gives when his prey reveals a weakness.

"Li Shuiqiu."

He read the name aloud.

Then he moved—not south, not north, but west.

The plane made a turn and flew towards Antarctica.

His fingers tapped a few times on the control panel, bringing up Li Shuiqiu's coordinates: 3,000 meters below the ice cap, launch silo, control room.

He raised his right hand, and a small light shone from his palm.

The light expanded in the palm of my hand—growing from the size of a pea to the size of a fist, and from the size of a fist to the size of a washbasin.

He pressed the ball of light into the plane's engine.

The plane's speed instantly broke through the speed of sound, the speed of sound, and the speed of light, leaving a white contrail in the sky.

Antarctica, 3,000 meters below the ice sheet.

Li Shuiqiu stood in the control room, staring at the rapidly increasing blue dots on the screen.

She smiled.

That wasn't the laughter of a madman, but the kind of laughter only a liberated person would have.

That's enough.

"It's time to prepare for the worst."

After she finished speaking, she withdrew her hand from the button, turned around, and prepared to leave.

Then she saw it.

Shen Wuyi stood at the door of the control room—wearing a gray shirt with the sleeves rolled up to her forearms, her hands empty.

A slight smile played on his lips, as if he were strolling through his own backyard.

"How did you get in?"

"They came in."

Shen Wuyi said.

He took a step forward and stood in front of Li Shuiqiu.

She was only up to his chin, a woman of about fifteen or sixteen, with short, neat hair.

"You're going to kill me?"

"Um."

Why?

"That reincarnator is terrifying."

"He's still young and not very strong."

"But once he truly grows up, it's only a matter of time before my true form is discovered."

Shen Wuyi raised her right hand, and a light shone from her fingertips—white and very faint, like the first snow of winter falling into her palm.

"So I'll kill you first, to fulfill the conditions for my return."

Li Shuiqiu stared at the point of light and remained silent for a second.

Then she laughed.

"So you came here to kill me and then return?"

"That depends on whether you can do it or not."

Shen Wuyi did not answer.

His entire body lit up with light spots, making him almost transparent—he had prepared all his trump cards before coming here to kill her.

One minute later.

Li Shuiqiu's body began to shatter from his chest.

It fades into the background and turns to ash, which is then scattered by the wind.

Her mouth was still open, as if she wanted to say something, but her vocal cords had already broken.

Her eyes were still open—blue, just like the ice in Antarctica.

Then she shattered.

Shen Wuyi withdrew her finger.

Upon hearing the familiar voice, the person vanished from the spot and returned to the Paradise of Reincarnation.

return.

At the moment Li Shuiqiu died, Yun Yi also heard that voice.

The regression criteria have been met.

The current global death toll has reached 91.7%.

[Will Yunyi, the one who has undergone reincarnation, choose to return?]

Yun Yi paused for a moment.

He slowly lowered it, letting it hang at his side.

"What is the maximum permitted stay?"

[It has been detected that the reincarnator Yun Yi currently has Level 1 access, and the maximum stay period is thirty calendar days.]

[Thirty days later, regardless of the reincarnated person's condition, they will be forcibly returned.]

Yun Yi remained silent for a moment.

He didn't respond again, turned around and walked back into the corridor, standing in front of Yun Nian.

The little girl looked up at him.

Her golden eyes were still red, with tear stains still wet.

The ugly rabbit was tucked under her arm, its ears pressed out of shape.

Yun Yi didn't speak.

He stood up and walked up to Yun Tianheng.

Yun Tianheng leaned against the wall, his right hand hanging by his side, the "eye" in his palm closed, and the blood stopped flowing.

His face was so white that you could see the bluish veins under his temples, but his eyes were bright—not gold, not amber, but his own color.

"you--"

"I know."

Yun Tianheng interrupted him, his voice flat, "You are a reincarnator."

"I've known since you were six years old."

"I hesitated for a long time."

"But looking at Wen Ruotang's gentle smile and Yun Nian's happy smile, he ultimately said nothing."

Yun Yi remained silent.

"I'll figure something out about your mother's situation."

Yun Tianheng's gaze passed over Yun Yi's shoulder and landed on Wen Ruotang.

She was still leaning against the headboard, her body mostly transparent, and you could see her heart beating and her lungs contracting.

"You can leave now."

"Spend more time with Niannian before you leave."

Yun Yi looked at him for three seconds.

He turned around and walked up to Wen Ruotang.

Wen Ruotang stared at him with her eyes open—his clothes were black, exactly the same as they were three years ago.

Her lips moved, but no sound came out, yet Yun Yi understood.

Xiao Yi.

He nodded to his mother.

Wen Ruotang's eyes lit up, like a light that had been turned off suddenly turning on again.

Yun Yi withdrew his hand, turned around, and picked Yun Nian up from the ground.

The little girl was still holding the rabbit, her face buried in its head, refusing to look up.

He pressed her head against his shoulder, just like when they were little.

"Let's go home."

Yun Nian's hand reached over his shoulder and gripped the back of his neck tightly.

……