The Last Sentinel

Inside the old-fashioned building, the somber smell of aged leather and cigar ash lingered.

Heavy velvet curtains blocked out the natural light, dark gold wall lamps cast deep shadows, and an old-fashioned grandfather clock ticked with a heavy, sluggish rhythm.

The fireplace was dying down, no more firewood was added, and the signal to leave work had been given. Ye Feng was the last interviewee for the day.

"Godot." The visa officer's voice was deep and weathered: "A legendary businessman renowned throughout the black holes, the tycoons you've swindled could stretch from one wormhole to another."

The portly, mysterious merchant bowed awkwardly and apologized, "I'm so sorry, sir, those were all accidents! I'm not here today to do business; I'm here to send my dear nephew to Pangu Academy!"

Upon hearing this, the portly Godot stiffened slightly, his round face instantly plastered with a forced and obsequious smile. He bowed awkwardly in apology, his tone deliberately ingratiating: "Sir, you jest! Those were all accidents, misunderstandings! I am not here today for business, but to escort my dear nephew to Pangu Academy for further studies."

"nephew?"

The visa officer suddenly looked up, his cloudy old eyes sharp as an eagle's. His gaze swept back and forth between Ye Feng's lean and strong face and Godot's greasy and bloated face, and a clear displeasure appeared between his brows: "You are not a true original life form, while he is the most ordinary carbon-based life form in the One Universe. The probability that the two of you are related by blood is infinitely close to zero."

Godot quickly straightened up and hurriedly waved his hand, "Sir, there's no need to worry about such trivial matters! Just focus on testing his genes; he's absolutely a gifted talent and won't let you down!"

The visa officer stared at Ye Feng silently for a moment, then finally nodded slightly. He lightly tapped the air with his thin fingertip, his tone flat and emotionless: "Very well, since we're here, let's go through the recruitment process. Carbon-based kid, relax, don't be shy. I'll verify your gene sequence."

As soon as he finished speaking, an ancient and heavy metal star disk floated up in the center of the hall. Dark golden light slowly emanated from the patterns on the star disk, and wisps of light swirled and rose, twisting and intertwining to form a complex and precise multi-dimensional teleportation array, instantly enveloping Ye Feng completely.

The faint light emanating from the array flowed ceaselessly. Godot stood to the side, fine beads of cold sweat constantly seeping from his broad forehead, slowly sliding down his cheeks. His hands clenched unconsciously, his knuckles turning white, his gaze fixed on Ye Feng within the array, his heart pounding wildly, filled with anxiety and fear.

Please don't let anything go wrong.

I've staked everything on this carbon-based kid.

If I lose this gamble, what awaits me is an abyss of no return, and I simply cannot bear the consequences.

The words of Okarachne, the god of all machines, suddenly echoed in my mind: The more you fear something will happen, the more likely it will come to pass.

Sure enough, just as the multidimensional beam of light swept over Ye Feng's entire body from top to bottom and completed the gene test, the originally gentle and soft dark golden beam of light suddenly burst into a dazzling scarlet, instantly turning into an extreme warning crimson!

The entire dark chamber was completely filled with blood-red light, the dazzling red glow carrying a sharp pressure that instantly captured everyone's attention.

The old butler standing outside the door stiffened, his expression changed slightly, and he immediately pushed the door open and entered, bowing and waiting for orders.

The necromancer, who had reached the door and was about to leave, suddenly stopped and slowly turned around. His skin was deathly pale, almost transparent, and his narrow eyes were slightly narrowed as he stared at the surging crimson light inside the room. A hoarse, low murmur escaped his throat: "Uncle, this ultimate warning light, which is so red it's almost black, is extremely rare in the world."

The middle-aged man behind him stood with his hands behind his back, his eyes deep and fixed on the strange phenomenon inside the room. He slowly nodded, his tone grave: "That's right. War criminals in ordinary dimensional wars wouldn't trigger this level of warning at all. It's only a top-tier warmonger, whose hands are stained with the blood of countless dimensional beings and whose crimes are unforgivable, who could cause such a phenomenon."

Inside the pavilion, a deafening explosion erupted!

The ancient metal astrolabe in front of the visa officer could not withstand the weight and instantly cracked and shattered, with metal fragments flying everywhere, surrounded by burning crimson flames, and tiny sparks floating and drifting in the air.

Crimson smoke enveloped Ye Feng, Godot, the visa officer, and the old butler, creating a somber and oppressive atmosphere.

Godot's pupils constricted, terrified out of his wits. Without a word, he prostrated himself on the ground, his knees slamming heavily against the cold floor, his head repeatedly kowtowing, his voice filled with panic and desperate pleading: "My lord, spare my life! My lord, forgive me!"

He hastily distanced himself from the situation, speaking rapidly, each sentence a desperate attempt to sever ties: "Sir, I have absolutely no connection with this carbon-based kid! I merely stumbled upon him by chance in a secret realm of a black hole; we are complete strangers with no prior acquaintance whatsoever! I only wish to send him to Pangu Academy in exchange for a meager referral fee!"

Ye Feng stood still, his expression indifferent, a clear hint of disdain flashing in his eyes.

He glanced coldly at Godot, who was kneeling and begging for mercy, and sneered inwardly.

A complete opportunist; if the situation turns slightly wrong, he will not hesitate to turn against them, completely abandoning them and drawing a clear line between himself and them.

The visa officer, seated in a high position, turned completely somber, his expression solemn and grave. His gaze was fixed on the shattered fragments of the star chart on the ground. After a long silence, he finally spoke slowly, his voice low and hoarse, carrying a heavy sense of authority: "Butler, retrieve my treasured high-dimensional star chart."

The old steward bowed respectfully, saying, "Yes." Then he turned and quickly left.

Godot, lying prostrate on the ground, trembled upon hearing this, his kowtowing becoming increasingly frantic, his voice trembling with fear and helplessness: "My lord! I... I am already penniless and have no way to compensate for the loss of the destroyed star chart!"

The visa officer impatiently waved his hand, interrupting his rambling, and said in a detached tone, "Godot, go out first. I have important business to discuss with this carbon-based kid alone."

Godot felt as if he had been granted a pardon. His tense body suddenly relaxed, and he quickly pushed himself up from the ground. The fear on his face had not yet faded, and he turned to look at Ye Feng, his tone stiff and deliberately instructing, "You stay put! Answer whatever the adults ask! And don't drag me into this. You and I have never had any relationship whatsoever!"

After saying that, he didn't dare to linger. He shrank back and rushed out of the attic in a panic, fleeing in disarray.

Inside the sealed building, only the visa officer and Ye Feng remained, and a deathly silence enveloped the entire room once again.

The visa officer leaned forward slightly, looking down at Ye Feng with unfathomable eyes. He spoke slowly, his tone tinged with complexity and surprise: "I haven't seen a dimensional war criminal of your caliber for many years. The last time I witnessed a warning phenomenon of the same level was when I first entered the system as a trainee envoy."

Ye Feng raised his eyes, his expression calm and his tone steady, showing no sign of panic: "Sir, what exactly do you mean by 'dimensional war criminal'?"

The visa officer's gaze was fixed on him, scrutinizing his young, calm face. His tone was tinged with a mixture of scrutiny and bewilderment: "A dimensional criminal who personally destroyed a top-tier star chart is asking me what a dimensional war criminal is? Young man, this joke is not funny at all."

Ye Feng helplessly spread his hands, his expression frank and innocent: "I really know nothing. You can check my file. I come from the most ordinary parallel universe. In Godot's words, I am just a native creature from a low-level universe."

Upon hearing this, the visa officer picked up the letter of introduction from the table, ran his fingertips across the paper, quickly flipped through it to check, and casually asked, "A one-dimensional parallel universe? Your universe hasn't opened a second dimensional timeline yet?"

"It has never been open." Ye Feng answered truthfully, his tone clear and firm. "Our universe's timeline is in its most primitive form, which can only be observed and cannot be altered. Essentially, it is a fixed time wormhole."

"It is indeed a pure, one-dimensional, low-dimensional universe." The visa officer slowly nodded, closed the letter of introduction, and the doubt in his eyes grew deeper. His gaze was fixed on Ye Feng's right eye, and his tone was full of deep incomprehension. "But why is the Eye of Entropy on you? Moreover, you only have this one right eye left."

Ye Feng lowered his eyes slightly and explained calmly, "This right eye of the Entropy Pupil was passed down to me by my predecessor. He retained his left eye, but I have no idea where he perished. Godot said my registration deadline was approaching and urged me to come to you to complete the enrollment process. Once the formalities are completed, he will take me to the place where my predecessor fell to retrieve his left eye. He said that with his abilities, finding things in a low-dimensional universe like mine would be a piece of cake, requiring no effort at all."

"That's true." The visa officer responded calmly, his tone fair and objective. "Godo's combat strength is mediocre, hardly worthy of serious consideration, but his ability to find objects, collect resources, and explore resources is unparalleled in many star systems, and he has never failed. Besides, your universe dimension is extremely low, so finding an eye is indeed insignificant to him."

Ye Feng raised his eyes, his expression earnest, and asked softly, "Sir, has my enrollment application been approved?"

The visa officer gently placed the letter of introduction on the table, his expression returning to seriousness, and his tone becoming solemn: "I have thoroughly reviewed your file. Based on the information on paper, you have never been involved in any dimensional wars and there is absolutely no possibility that you could be a dimensional war criminal. But—astrological charts never lie."

He paused, his gaze sharp as torches, staring directly at Ye Feng's body, and slowly uttered the key: "At the moment the star chart shattered just now, I clearly saw that deep within your genetic chain, there is an extremely terrifying Pangu Lock sealed."

Ye Feng blinked slightly, his eyes filled with confusion, and asked in a puzzled tone, "Pangu Lock? What's that?"

The visa officer raised his hands, his fingertips slowly tracing the shape of the famous mark, and patiently explained, his tone becoming increasingly serious: "The Pangu Lock is a unique mark, a permanent personal identifier imprinted by the higher dimensions of the heavens on all war criminals who participated in dimensional wars."

Ye Feng seemed to understand, but not quite. He tried to make an analogy: "Just like how criminals are branded with tattoos on their faces after serving their sentences, it's a kind of marking as punishment?"

"You're oversimplifying it." The visa officer shook his head slightly, his tone becoming more serious, tinged with a hint of apprehension. "The Pangu Lock has a strict hierarchy. The lower the level, the simpler the markings and the lighter the restraints; the higher the level, the more complex the patterns and the more terrifying the power."

He stared at Ye Feng, his eyes filled with shock, and said, word by word, "And the Pangu Lock on you is the most complex and dangerous top-tier Pangu Lock I have ever seen in my life!"

"The basic Pangu lock only has simple monitoring and traceability functions."

"The advanced Pangu Lock can completely imprison the holder's innate talent, seal their supernatural abilities and cultivation, and even continuously suppress their life form, causing it to gradually degenerate and decline!"

"The complexity of this lock you've created is beyond my comprehension. I simply cannot imagine the incredible transformation and explosion that will occur in your life essence once this supreme Pangu Lock is completely unlocked!"

What is said with good intentions may be taken to heart by the listener.

As Ye Feng listened to the interpreter's words, his heart was filled with turmoil.

Ye Feng had always been puzzled by the fact that the transmigrators suddenly became radiant and powerful after leaving their hometowns.

At first, Ye Feng thought that all of this was thanks to the cheat codes of the Transmigrators Club.

But after Ye Feng took over the Transmigrator Club and created the system himself, he discovered that, damn it, the cheat system was at most a beginner's guide system. It provided some resources in the early stages, but its help to transmigrators was not as great as he had thought!

Ultimately, it is the transmigrators themselves who shine in other universes.

So here's the question: why are time travelers so ordinary in their hometowns, but become so cool and impressive once they go out?

Now we have the answer: the Pangu Lock!

My hometown is not only an arena of supreme civilization, but also a concentration camp for war criminals in a super dimension!

After leaving the concentration camp universe, the Pangu Locks on the dimensional war criminals back home were released, and they instantly returned to their original life forms and food chain positions.