The sky curtain makes you a useless class monitor, yet you act arbitrarily for eternity?

Old Zhong opened his mouth.

Before she could even speak, tears began to fall.

He quickly lowered his head and rubbed his face haphazardly with the back of his hand, but he couldn't get it clean no matter what he did.

The man in the floral shirt sat next to her, his fingers gripping his knees tightly, and spoke.

"Grandma, we just received the notification too."

"They just told us to get in the car immediately, and we don't know what exactly happened."

He forced a smile, trying to appear more relaxed.

But that smile was terribly ugly.

"rest assured."

"Yan Cong is tough as nails."

"He fell from such a tall tree when he was little and was fine, so he'll definitely be fine."

"right."

"Grandma, it's okay."

Liang Rumeng held the old lady's hand tightly.

She was already crying, tears falling one by one onto the back of her hand, but she still tried to keep her voice down.

"He's so amazing."

"Nothing will happen."

The old woman didn't ask any more questions.

She simply held Liang Rumeng's hand, gripping it tighter and tighter.

The roar of the helicopter gradually faded into the distance.

The screen then went dark.

The light suddenly dimmed.

When the lights came on again, it was a camp not far from the front line.

Outside the tent, wounded soldiers were being carried over one after another.

The communicator was filled with a jumble of cries for help.

"Requesting support for the Western Front III!"

"The seventh array of the Mech race is out of control!"

"Later supporters cannot be teleported back after they die!"

"The black fog is still advancing!"

In the center of the camp.

Ye Chen supported himself on the sand table with both hands, the veins on the back of his hands bulging.

On the sand table is the Dragon Kingdom's ever-shrinking defense line.

One by one, the crimson-gold lights went out.

With each one destroyed, the black area at the edge of the sand table is pressed inward by one inch.

Beta, holding a data tablet, stood to the side in the second seat of the Shadow Courtyard.

Her voice was very low.

"Lord Shadow."

"After the black mist appeared, all the corrupted monsters became extremely difficult to kill."

"Originally, if one of our soldiers died, we could at least exchange him for three enemies of the same level."

"Right now, with 10,000 of our soldiers killed, we can only exchange them for a maximum of ten."

Ye Chen's breathing gradually became heavy.

Beta continued his report.

"What's more troublesome is that once our personnel are killed in battle, their bodies will quickly be corroded by the black mist and rise up again to attack the original position."

"Not just flesh and blood beings."

"Even the mechanical race under Lord Xiao Ai's command has experienced program corruption and loss of control."

Beta paused for a moment.

She looked down at the data panel, clenching her teeth tighter and tighter.

"And those who came to help from later generations..."

"Now, once you are killed, you cannot be resurrected."

"We infer that now that they have died in our spacetime, it's not just a matter of their consciousness being severed."

"Their consciousness will also dissipate."

"We can't go back to the future."

Ye Chen continued to stare at the sand table.

His eyes were bloodshot and his lips were chapped.

Beta closed his eyes.

"If this continues..."

"We are less than three days away from defeat."

Ye Chen gripped the edge of the sand table tightly, causing cracks to appear in the wooden frame.

"real……"

"Is there no other way?"

Beta lowered his head.

She spoke after a few seconds.

"have."

Ye Chen suddenly looked up.

"explain!"

Beta's voice lowered even further.

"According to Xiao Ai's deduction, we can capture female creatures corrupted by darkness and have Mr. Yan activate the system's incantation."

"Use the power of creation within him to collide with that dark energy."

"Perhaps it can produce resources to counteract the darkness's encroachment."

"No!"

Ye Chen slammed his palm on the edge of the sand table, causing the entire tent to tremble.

He turned around abruptly.

"The war has been going on for half a month!"

"When has Yan Cong stopped working in the past two weeks?"

"Cultivation level, Qi and blood, spirit and soul, lifespan..."

"He's reached his limit in everything!"

Ye Chen turned around abruptly, his eyes red-rimmed.

"Should we let him continue now?"

"Are you going to shove that thing in front of him?"

Ye Chen pointed to himself.

"I am his classmate."

"I watched him walk all the way from school to here with my own eyes."

"Now you want me to order that his last shred of life be used to exchange for resources?"

How can I face him?

"How will he face his grandmother?"

"How can I, as the monarch of the Dragon Kingdom, sign the record of his sacrifice?!"

Beta offered no explanation.

She silently took out a voice recorder from her clothes and handed it over with both hands.

"Lord Shadow."

"This proposal was put forward by Mr. Yan himself."

He knows you won't agree.

"So, he left you a message beforehand."

Ye Chen was stunned.

He stared at the recording pen, not reaching for it for a long time.

In the end, he accepted it.

One by one, the people inside the tents left.

The curtain fell.

Ye Chen was the only one left in the tent.

He looked down at the voice recorder in his hand.

My fingertip was on the play button, but I didn't press it.

A few seconds later.

"Click."

The button was pressed.

The first sound from the recorder was a static noise.

sizzle.

sizzle.

Then, an old and weak voice came out.

"Cough, cough..."

"You son of a bitch."

"Can you hear me?"

Ye Chen gripped the recording pen tightly.

The weak voice continued to ring out.

"Given my current state, calling you a bastard wouldn't be considered taking advantage of you."

"After all, judging by my age, I could be your father by now."

A few dry laughs could be heard in the recording.

Immediately following was an uncontrollable cough.

After a long while, Yan Cong finally spoke again.

"Xiao Ai was here just now."

"That little brat is usually so arrogant, but today he stood by my bedside for ages without daring to say a word."

"I asked her three times before she showed me the results of the frontline simulation."

"The black fog can no longer be suppressed."

"People can be corrupted, machines can be corrupted, and even those who come to help us in later generations can't go back after they die."

"All kinds of weapons and methods are useless now."

"Coincidentally..."

"My system was just upgraded to level nine a couple of days ago."

"The in-depth communication feature now includes an option for random premium resources."

"So I asked Xiao Ai."

"If the power of creation collides with that dark power, is it possible to create something that can suppress the black mist?"

Xiao Ai said she didn't know.

"I said, if you don't know, just give it a try."

There was a moment of silence in the recording.

When Yan Cong spoke again, his voice was even weaker than before.

"I agree."

"I agreed to it voluntarily."

Ye Chen lowered his head, tears falling onto the recording pen.

Yan Cong's voice continued.

"I know that you, as the decision-maker, will definitely not agree."

"You're a real scoundrel at times, but you're very loyal and devoted."

"It's easy to have a relapse when it comes to this."

"That's why I left you this message."

"You son of a bitch."

"Give the order."

"It really hurts."

"In the past two weeks, I've felt like I'm about to die from the pain several times."

"But if I'm in pain, I want billions of people to suffer less."

"I've been thinking about it."

"He's quite handsome."