All Realms and Worlds: The Lost Home

The fires in Hammer's main city burned from afternoon until nightfall.

The thick smoke, carrying a burnt smell, spread across the night sky, forming a heavy gray curtain that obscured the stars and moon.

Amidst the ruins, the roars of monsters mingled with the sobs of civilians, but were quickly suppressed by the shouts of the demon soldiers.

The broken city walls leaned and collapsed, the burning shops crackled and popped, and the scarlet flames licked at every inch of the land, turning the once prosperous main city into a living hell.

Demon soldiers, armed with sharp blades, patrolled the streets and alleys, clearing out the remaining resistance fighters.

The black-armored warrior stepped over the congealed bloodstains, leaving footprints of varying depths, each step exuding the savagery of a conqueror.

Occasionally, a few stray flashes of holy light would appear, as the surviving nuns fought tenaciously, only to be instantly swallowed by demonic energy, leaving behind a mournful scream before dissipating into the smoke and fire.

Inside the city lord's mansion, the scene was completely different from the chaotic fighting outside.

The obsidian floor of the main hall was spotless, reflecting the eerie green glow emanating from the magic crystal dome.

The gilded throne that originally belonged to the city lord was now occupied by a black figure.

The Demon King Yuegui leaned back on his throne, surrounded by a faint black mist. Within the mist, vengeful spirits whispered, yet dared not approach him even slightly.

He wore a dark imperial robe embroidered with black dragon patterns, the hem of which fell to the ground, concealing the boots that had trampled countless lives.

His right fingertips casually stroked a long spear—the very same black and red divine spear that Wei Yu possessed.

The black and red patterns on the gun barrel gleamed with a dull luster under the eerie green light, devoid of its former holy glow, leaving only a silent and ancient aura.

Below, on either side, three high-ranking officers—Lust, Death, and Pride—stood with their heads bowed, their auras completely concealed.

Behind them, dozens of black-armored generals stood on both sides. The hall was completely silent, except for the faint sound of Yue Gui's fingertips stroking the gun barrel, which was particularly clear in the silence.

"That girl Sabella is quite good at hiding her true colors," Yue Gui suddenly said, his voice low and hoarse, with a metallic quality.

He glanced down at the three people below, his eyes filled with a sinister glint, yet he couldn't hide a hint of amusement.

"The Holy Light Wings, blessed by the True Name, were able to kill three of my demon generals. It seems that not all the goddess's subordinates are useless."

With a slight bow, her alluring face conveyed respect: "Your Majesty, Sabella has been forced to her western stronghold by our army and is trapped within the Holy Light Barrier, unable to escape."

"Should we send men to launch a full-scale attack and capture her alive?"

Yue Gui slowly shook his head, his fingertips still caressing the divine spear, his gaze fixed on the patterns on the spear shaft, lost in thought.

"No need."

"This gun is much more interesting than that girl."

He exerted a little force, and the divine spear trembled slightly in his palm. A faint sense of resistance quietly came over him, but it vanished in an instant.

"I noticed something was off from the moment Sabella started using it."

"Holy power can resonate with it, while demonic energy is subtly repelled when it approaches, indicating that it is no ordinary innate divine weapon."

He stepped forward arrogantly, his tone disdainful: "Your Majesty, it's nothing but a broken spear tainted with divine aura. I can shatter it with a single strike."

"Why waste time here? We should quickly eliminate the remaining humans and completely occupy Hammer City."

Yue Gui glanced at him, a cold glint flashing in the black mist. Ao Man froze instantly, lowering his head and not daring to breathe.

"What do you know?" Yue Gui's voice turned colder. "This gun holds a secret that even goddesses fear."

He could clearly sense an ancient and resilient power hidden deep within the gun, neither holy light nor demonic energy, but more like... the imprint of a soul.

This mark made him feel inexplicably uneasy, yet it also gave him a vague sense of familiarity.

"All of you, step back." Yue Gui waved his hand, his tone leaving no room for argument.

"No one may set foot in the main hall without my order."

"Yes!" The three high-ranking officers and generals responded in unison, bowed and slowly withdrew from the main hall. The heavy obsidian doors were gently closed, separating the inside from the outside into two worlds.

Only Yue Gui remained in the main hall. He sat upright on the throne, gripping the divine spear tightly in his hand.

A pale green halo fell on his face, half of which was hidden in shadow, making his expression unreadable.

He took a deep breath, and a dark light appeared between his brows—that was his divine consciousness, condensed to its fullest extent.

"I'd like to see what tricks you're hiding in that gun."

As soon as he finished speaking, the dark light at his fingertips slowly spread, seeping into the shaft of the divine spear little by little.

Within the core of the divine spear, Wei Yu's remnant soul instantly tensed.

He could clearly sense a chilling, bone-piercing power invading him, carrying the demon king's unique ferocity and oppressive aura, sweeping in like a tidal wave.

The Demon King's divine sense was too powerful, like an invisible giant hand, forcibly tearing open his hiding place and slowly approaching the fragments of his soul.

Wei Yu was extremely anxious, but he was powerless to do anything about it.

He cannot be dispelled, especially in the hands of a fellow countryman who is unaware of the truth.

He tried to use the Law of Metal to resist, and tried to send out soul fluctuations to ask for help, but neither the power of the law nor the soul signal was suppressed by the Demon King's divine sense, and not even a ripple could be made.

What made him even more desperate was that he could not communicate with any of the time travelers—this was the fate of the sentinels, who could only serve as carriers of anchor coordinates, silently guarding the area, but unable to transmit any information.

"I can only pray that he discovers my true identity as soon as possible," Wei Yu murmured to himself, his remnant soul trembling slightly from extreme tension.

He could feel the Demon King's divine sense getting closer and closer, and the icy pressure was almost crushing the fragments of his soul.

Strangely, the sharpshooter itself did not offer any resistance.

It seemed to tacitly accept the intrusion of the Demon King's divine consciousness, allowing that cold power to freely explore the inside of the gun.

Yue Gui frowned slightly, a hint of doubt rising in his heart.

He had expected the gun to fight back fiercely, even unleashing a holy light counterattack, but at this moment it was as docile as a lamb.

The divine sense traveled through the inside of the gun, passing over the ancient patterns, touching that dormant power, and finally landing on the fragments of Wei Yu's soul.

The instant his consciousness touched the fragments of Wei Yu's soul—

"Buzz—"

An invisible wave erupted from the depths of the soul fragments.

It was not holy light, nor demonic energy, nor the power of laws, but an incomparably clear voice that resounded directly into the depths of Yue Gui's soul.

The voice was ancient and mechanical, carrying the vicissitudes of time, as if it had been asleep for a hundred years and was finally awakened at this moment.

[Ding—Residual soul fragments detected on the anchor coordinate carrier, triggering the system's hibernation/awakening procedure.]

Yue Gui's body stiffened abruptly, his eyes filled with disbelief, and his grip on the divine spear tightened suddenly.

That sound...

It's his system!

It was a gift from Earth's consciousness that he brought with him when he transmigrated to this world!

It's been a hundred years!

Ever since he was saved by the so-called "goddess" and told that Earth had been destroyed and that he was the last human on Earth, the system has been completely dormant and has never made a sound again.

He tried countless times to awaken the system, but all his efforts were in vain. Over time, he almost forgot that he had once been a person who had traveled through time with a system.

But at this moment, that familiar yet unfamiliar mechanical voice truly resonated deep within his soul!

Yue Gui's breathing quickened instantly, his eyes fixed on the divine spear in his hand, his heart pounding wildly.

Immediately afterwards, the system's voice sounded again, still in that mechanical and cold tone, but with a hint of indescribable compassion.

[The Hometown Anchor Coordinate Analyzer—Sentinel—has been confirmed dead.]

[The homecoming anchor coordinates are no longer valid.]

Wanderers of all realms, may all those who have lost their homeland find their way back in this foreign land.

The sound faded away completely, as if it had never existed.

The main hall fell silent once more.

Yue Gui remained motionless, holding his gun, his expression obscure in the dim green light.

Even Wei Yu, inside the core of the divine spear, was utterly shocked.

The Demon King Yue Gui actually possesses a system! That's something you only see in novels on Earth.

He is a sentinel, responsible for analyzing home coordinates and guiding travelers back home.

But now he is just a remnant soul, his coordinates are no longer valid, and he can no longer complete his mission.

What shocked him even more was that the Demon King Yue Gui... was also a transmigrator from Earth!

Why didn't he obtain the Sentinel fragments from his scattered soul?

No wonder I was able to trigger the system voice, no wonder the aura emanating from him gave me a vague sense of familiarity.

Wei Yu wanted to try to transmit soul fluctuations, even if it was just to let the other party know, there might still be hope.

But even with all his might, he could only emit a faint tremor of his soul, unable to form an effective communication signal.

He could only watch helplessly as the Demon King Yue Gui's shoulders began to tremble slightly.

The next second, instead of the despair of losing the beacon of home, it was—

"Hahaha! Hahahaha!"

A wild and unrestrained laugh erupted from Yue Gui's mouth, echoing throughout the entire hall and even penetrating the obsidian doors to reach outside.

The high-ranking officials and generals outside the hall were all taken aback, their faces full of doubt.

They had never seen His Majesty so distraught, so genuinely ecstatic, a release of pent-up emotions from a century ago.

Inside the main hall, Yue Gui laughed so hard he almost fell over. The black mist surged violently due to his intense emotions, and the light from the magic crystals on the dome flickered.

"I knew it! I knew it!"

He suddenly stood up, gripping the divine gun tightly in his hand, his eyes burning with an almost insane light.

"Those so-called goddesses are all disgusting liars!"

"They actually dared to lie to me, saying the Earth was destroyed and that they saved me at the last moment!"

"Ridiculous! Utterly ridiculous!"

Yue Gui's voice was filled with boundless rage, and his demonic energy suddenly surged, causing countless fine cracks to appear on the obsidian floor of the main hall.

A century of forbearance, a century of confusion, a century of being deceived—all of this was transformed into rage and ecstasy at this moment.

He recalled the scene when he traveled back in time. Earth suddenly underwent a strange change, and he lost consciousness in the chaos. When he woke up, he saw several goddesses dressed in white robes who gently told him that Earth had been destroyed and that he was the only survivor. They had used their divine power to save him.

They instilled in him the rules of this world, guided his cultivation, and told him that only by overthrowing the demon order could he obtain enough power to establish himself in this world.

He once believed in and was even grateful to the goddess, and devoted himself to cultivation, building an army of heroes to fight against the demons.

But as his strength grew, so did his doubts.

The goddesses always harbored a secret fear of him, never mentioning details about Earth, and even more so, avoiding any discussion of his past before his transmigration.

His system, in particular, had been completely dormant since he transmigrated, which made him feel that something was amiss.

But he had no evidence, so he could only suppress his doubts and gradually build up his power.

Until he killed the former Demon King, he became feared and wanted by the powerful figures of the human kingdom.

Later, he became the new Demon King.

Just now, the system's voice rang out, and all my doubts were answered!

"They don't even know I have a system, yet they dare to say they saved me!" Yue Gui gritted his teeth, his eyes filled with murderous intent.

"I'm afraid I wasn't rescued by them at all, but rather forcibly abducted to this world!"

"The Earth is still here! The Earth must still be here!"

He burst into laughter again, but this time the laughter contained no anger, only the ecstatic joy of regaining what he had lost.

"Wanderers of all the heavens and myriad realms..." Yue Gui murmured, repeating the system's words, his eyes growing brighter and brighter.

"Isn't this exactly the setting from the online novels I read before I transmigrated?"

"This isn't just another world; it's one of countless worlds among countless universes!"

"I am not alone! I have many more compatriots! And countless others like me, wanderers who have crossed over from Earth!"

His hand, gripping the spear, trembled slightly with excitement.

A century of loneliness vanished in that moment.

He is no longer that poor wretch who was deceived by the goddess and has nowhere to go. He has a hometown, compatriots, and the hope of returning home!

Suddenly, Yue Gui's eyes narrowed, and a figure flashed through his mind—Karen.

The captain of that hero's squad, the human knight who could unleash the holy sword.

"I felt something was wrong before." Yue Gui pondered, pacing around the main hall, his expression gradually becoming solemn.

"His fighting style, his thought process, and even his calmness when facing monsters are completely different from those of humans in this world."

"I had suspected before that he might also be a time traveler from Earth."

But despite his numerous attempts, he was unable to detect any trace of Earthly characteristics in Karen.

Whether it was her aura or the fluctuations of her soul, Karen was exactly the same as the humans in this world, and there was no flaw to be found.

"Could it be because the anchor coordinates have failed?" Yue Gui frowned, looking at the divine spear in his hand.

The system says the sentry is dead and the coordinates are invalid.

Perhaps it was because the coordinates were invalid that he was unable to perceive the Earth imprint on Karen's body.

"If Karen really is a compatriot..." A complex light flashed in Yue Gui's eyes.

There was joy, anticipation, and a hint of caution.

He was delighted that he might soon meet his first fellow countryman; however, he was wary because Karen was a hero and a member of the goddess's camp. If she were brainwashed by the goddess, she might become his enemy.

"No matter what, we must find out his identity," Yue Gui decided.

He stopped and looked at the divine spear in his hand again, his eyes deep.

This gun contains a fragment of the Sentinel's soul, the only clue connecting him to Earth and the coordinates of his homeland.

Within the core of the divine spear, Wei Yu's remnant soul silently listened to Yue Gui's inner monologue, his heart filled with anxiety.

He wanted to tell Yuegui that Karen might indeed be a time traveler; he wanted to tell Yuegui that the goddess's conspiracy went far beyond this; he wanted to tell Yuegui that there were other plunderers.

But there was nothing he could do.

Unable to make a sound or transmit a signal, he could only watch as Yue Gui guessed and reasoned, unable to offer any hints.

This feeling of powerlessness was even more painful for him than being suppressed by the Demon King's divine consciousness.

Yue Gui seemed to sense the subtle vibrations inside the gun, raised an eyebrow slightly, and probed the divine gun with his divine sense once more.

Yue Gui's divine sense hovered around the soul fragments for a long time, but he did not explore them further. Instead, with a hint of doubt, he slowly withdrew.

"This fragment of soul is quite resilient," he muttered to himself, his fingertips tracing the gun's shaft. "Unfortunately, I can't communicate with it."

He could sense that there were more secrets hidden in this fragment of soul, but no matter how he tried, he could not establish a connection with the owner of the fragment.

It's like being separated by an invisible barrier; you can see it, you can touch it, but you can never break through it.

"Never mind." Yue Gui shook his head, slung the divine spear behind his back, "Keeping you around will come in handy someday."

His gaze turned icy again, and demonic energy surged around him, carrying an overwhelming killing intent.

"Now, it's time to settle accounts with those goddesses."

He walked to the center of the hall, looked up at the dome, his eyes sharp as knives, as if they could pierce through the roof and reach the divine realm where the goddess resided.

"What the hell is this damn goddess in this world?"

"Why did they kidnap me? Why did they deceive me? Why did they conceal the truth about all the heavens and the myriad worlds?"

A series of questions swirled in his mind.

He had always believed that the goddess was a native deity of this world, and that she was fighting against the Demon King's army in order to maintain human order.

But now it seems that things are not that simple.

The goddesses clearly knew of Earth's existence, of the transmigrators, and perhaps even of the secrets of all the heavens and the myriad worlds.

They kidnapped him and deceived him, perhaps not only to train a hero to fight the Demon King, but also to cover up some shocking conspiracy.

"Perhaps Karen knows something." Yue Gui's eyes narrowed, and he made a decision.

He wanted to capture Karen alive, find out if she was a time traveler, and also extract the goddess's secrets from her.

He raised his hand and waved it, and the heavy obsidian door slowly opened.

The three high-ranking officials and generals immediately bowed and greeted him: "Your Majesty!"

"Lust," Yue Gui said, his tone icy.

"Your subordinate is here." Eros stepped forward and answered respectfully.

"Search for the hero Karen with all your might!" Yue Gui ordered, his eyes sharp. "Find her alive or dead!"

"Also, keep an eye on Sabella. She's one of the goddess's people, and we might be able to get the goddess's secrets out of her."

"Yes! I will do it immediately!" Qingyu bowed and replied, then turned and left quickly with several generals.

"arrogant."

"Your subordinate is here!" the arrogant voice replied in a deep voice, taking a step forward.

"Take men to reinforce the defenses of the city lord's mansion, and seal off all entrances and exits of Hammer City, forbidding anyone from entering or leaving," Yue Gui said, his tone leaving no room for argument.

"Keep a tight watch on her! We absolutely cannot let Karen escape!"

"Your subordinate obeys!" the arrogant man replied, clasping his hands in a fist salute, before turning and striding away.

Yue Gui's gaze fell on Death, his tone flat: "You lead the undead legion to clear out the remaining resistance in the main city, appease the monsters, and stabilize order."

"Yes." Death bowed slightly, his voice icy, and turned to leave with the necromancers.

Everyone outside the main hall had left, and silence returned.

As Yue Gui walked to the entrance of the main hall, gazing at the blazing fire and the pitch-black night sky outside, the divine spear on his back trembled slightly.

He could feel that the fragments of soul within the gun seemed to be responding to his emotions.

"Earth... fellow countrymen..." Yue Gui murmured to himself, his eyes filled with determination.

"Wait for me, I will definitely find my way home, and I will definitely expose the goddess's conspiracy!"

The night wind, carrying the smell of fireworks, blew against his robes, making them flutter.

The fighting in the capital city of Hammer has not yet ended.

But a storm concerning all the heavens and myriad realms, the road home, and the goddess's conspiracy has only just begun.

Within the core of the divine spear, Wei Yu's remnant soul stood silently.

He watched Yue Gui's departing figure and silently prayed in his heart.

Hopefully, this fellow traveler on Earth can find the truth and lead more people who have lost their homes back to their origins.

And he, as the sole mark, awaits the next person who can trigger the signal to return home.

Even if communication is impossible, even if no one knows, he will uphold his mission until the moment his soul completely dissipates.

The firelight still shone under the night sky.

The Demon King's ambition, the transmigrator's obsession with returning home, and the Goddess's hidden conspiracy intertwine quietly on the ruins of Hammer's capital.

No one knows where this storm will ultimately lead.

But one thing is certain: the world's格局 (geju, a term referring to the overall structure or pattern of a situation or landscape) was completely altered from the moment the system's voice rang out.

Yue Gui gripped the divine spear on his back, his eyes sharp as an eagle's, scanning the burning main city below.

Karen, you'd better be my compatriot.

Otherwise, anyone who blocks my way home shall die!

His voice wasn't loud, but it carried an undeniable authority, dissipating in the night wind.

Meanwhile, in a hidden cellar in the main city of Hammer.

Karen leaned against the wall, her face pale, blood still seeping from the wound on her chest.

After he exhausted his power to unleash the Holy Sword, he was rescued by Lia and Doron at great personal risk and hidden here.

Allen was using his remaining magic to heal his wounds, his brow furrowed and his expression worried.

"Captain, how are you feeling?" Lia squatted down beside her and asked softly, her eyes full of anxiety.

Karen shook her head, coughed a few times, and a trace of blood trickled from the corner of her mouth: "I'm fine, I just ran out of magic and need to rest."

His gaze was fixed on the top of the cellar, his expression grave.

"They are probably plotting something even bigger."

Karen was unaware that she had been designated a prime target by the Demon King.

Little did they know that their own identity had become the key to the Demon King's unraveling of the truth and his search for his way home.

He felt that the war was becoming increasingly bizarre.

The goddess's guidance, the demon king's strange behavior, the secret of the divine spear, and the occasional fragments of memories that don't belong to this world that flash through my mind.

Countless questions swirled in his mind, making him increasingly confused.

Outside the cellar, the roars and footsteps of monsters drew closer.