All Realms and Worlds: The Lost Home

The light at the cellar entrance grew even brighter. Ye Fan looked at the outstretched hand, then at his trembling sister in his arms. The despair in his eyes completely faded, replaced by a desire to survive and a determination to take revenge.

He gritted his teeth, carefully shielded his sister in front of him, and reached out his little hand to tightly grasp the hand of the Human Alliance soldier.

A warm and solid force came, and the Human Alliance warrior gently pulled the two children out of the cellar and held them firmly behind him: "Stay close to me, it's not safe here yet. We'll take you to the temporary base first."

Ye Fan nodded, holding his sister's hand tightly, and followed behind the Human Alliance warriors. His eyes swept warily over the surrounding ruins and corpses, and the hatred in his heart grew stronger—he had to become stronger and never let others slaughter him again.

By this time, the Human Alliance's support forces had fully arrived, with large numbers of warriors in power armor, mech units, and drone formations launching a cleanup operation across the planet, conducting a thorough search for the remaining monkey aliens and humanoid creatures.

"Boom—! Boom—!"

The energy cannons on the mechs' shoulders roared continuously, their blazing beams precisely striking the aliens hiding in the ruins. Drones dropped bombs that razed one alien stronghold after another to the ground. Power armor warriors, wielding alloy weapons, engaged in close combat with the remaining aliens. Screams and explosions mingled together, but the despair of the humans was gone, replaced only by the wails of the aliens.

The Human Alliance warriors are highly skilled in combat, with clear division of labor and excellent teamwork. Their figures can be seen in the air, on the ground, and deep in the ruins. Those alien races that once ravaged the planet and slaughtered humanity are powerless against the Human Alliance forces and can only flee in disarray, but ultimately cannot escape the fate of being wiped out.

After being taken to the temporary stronghold, Ye Fan watched the busy Human Alliance soldiers, seeing them methodically treating the wounded, clearing the battlefield, and building defensive fortifications. A firm idea sprouted in his heart—he wanted to join the Human Alliance and become a Human Alliance soldier.

Only by joining the Human Alliance can he gain immense power, protect his sister, personally slay those alien races, avenge his parents, and seek justice for all the slaughtered humans.

That afternoon, Ye Fan found the commander of the temporary stronghold. His small body stood straight, and his eyes were more determined than those of a ten-year-old child: "Sir, I want to join the Human Alliance! I want to become a soldier!"

The commander looked at the little boy in front of him, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes, then shook his head: "Little friend, you are too young. The battlefield is too dangerous. You should stay with the other survivors for now, and we'll talk about it when you grow up."

"I'm not a kid anymore!" Ye Fan hurriedly spoke, his tone urgent yet incredibly firm. "I can endure hardship, I can learn to fight, I must join the Human Alliance, I want revenge!"

He pleaded repeatedly with unwavering determination, never giving up even after being rejected multiple times. His stubbornness and steadfastness eventually moved the commander.

The commander paused for a moment, then slowly spoke: "The Human Alliance has strict recruitment standards, whether it's physical fitness, theory, or practical skills. You're too young, and your physical fitness definitely won't meet the requirements. But I can give you a chance to participate in the logistics department's assessment. If you pass, you can become a logistics soldier. Are you willing?"

"I'm willing!" Ye Fan agreed without hesitation, a hint of ecstasy flashing in his eyes. Even if he was just a logistics soldier, he was willing to do it—as long as he could join the Human Alliance and grow stronger step by step, one day he could go to the battlefield and take revenge himself.

The commander looked at the light in his eyes and nodded gently: "Alright, I will arrange the assessment for you. It will begin in three days. Prepare well."

Ye Fan nodded heavily, turned around and went back to his sister's side to tell her the news. Although the little girl didn't understand what a logistics soldier was, she still smiled and nodded: "Wherever brother goes, I will go."

Over the next three days, Ye Fan did not slack off at all. He used every spare moment to review the logistical theoretical materials provided by the People's Federation, including mechanical maintenance, material allocation, and battlefield emergency response.

He possesses advantages far exceeding those of ordinary people—he was reborn during his transmigration (reincarnation here refers to being reborn into a new body), and coupled with the spatial characteristics of this planet, his soul became exceptionally powerful. Not only did his mental strength far surpass that of his peers, but he also awakened the ability to remember everything he saw. No matter how complex the information was, he could remember it firmly after reading it only once. In addition, he had read many human books over the years, accumulating a certain knowledge base, making learning exceptionally easy.

Three days passed in the blink of an eye, and the assessment officially began. The assessment was divided into two parts: a theoretical exam and a practical exam. Most of the participants were adults, and Ye Fan stood out among them, appearing particularly thin and small, which attracted a lot of attention and questions.

"Such a young child is participating in the assessment? I'm afraid he can't even understand the questions."

"Exactly. Logistics assessments aren't easy, and mechanical repair requires even more skill. What could a little kid like him possibly know?"

Ignoring the crowd's comments, Ye Fan calmly walked into the examination room, picked up the theory test paper, and quickly browsed through it.

The exam paper covered a wide range of topics, including mechanical principles, weapon structure, material management, and battlefield first aid. The questions were complex and professional, and many adults frowned and fell into deep thought. But Ye Fan picked up his pen and started writing. His handwriting was neat, and his answers were fluent and without any pause.

His photographic memory allowed him to memorize all the information thoroughly. Whether it was the analysis of obscure mechanical drawings or the complicated material allocation process, he could answer accurately. In just one hour, he completed all the theoretical questions and submitted his paper ahead of schedule.

The examiner looked at the exam paper he handed in, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes. After carefully reviewing it, he revealed an expression of disbelief—full marks! This exam paper actually received full marks!

In the practical assessment, Ye Fan was tested on simple repair of the mecha and assembly and debugging of the pulse laser gun. Although he was young, Ye Fan's hands were exceptionally nimble. Relying on his memorized knowledge of mechanical structures, he disassembled, repaired, and reassembled the mecha in an orderly manner. His movements were skillful and accurate, even more so than many adult candidates.

He not only completed the basic repairs and assembly, but also discovered hidden minor faults in the mechs and firearms, which he repaired on the spot, demonstrating a mechanical talent and hands-on ability far beyond his peers.

After the assessment, the examiners unanimously decided to admit Ye Fan exceptionally and assign him to the logistics and mechanical group of the 8th Mobile Brigade of the People's Alliance, making him a formal People's Alliance soldier—even though he was still young and his physical fitness did not meet the standards, his theoretical knowledge and practical skills far exceeded the basic standards for logistics soldiers.

When Ye Fan learned that he had been accepted, his eyes were filled with excitement. He hugged his sister tightly, and tears streamed down his face. This time, it was not because of despair, but because of joy, because he had finally taken the first step in his revenge.

After becoming a logistics soldier, Ye Fan and his sister also got a stable place to live—the soldiers' dormitory of the Third Destroyer Squadron of the Human Alliance Titan-class. Although the room was not big, it was clean and tidy with sufficient supplies. They no longer had to hide in the cellar to survive, and no longer had to endure hunger and fear.

The Titan-class destroyer squadron is extremely large, like a steel fortress floating in space. Each ship in the squadron is covered with energy cannons and missile launchers, exuding a cold and powerful aura. This is not only the Human Alliance's combat squadron, but also a haven for countless human survivors.

Ye Fan cherished this peace and tranquility, but he never forgot the hatred in his heart. He devoted all his energy to studying and training, day after day, without ever stopping.

Every morning, before dawn, he would get up early and use his spare time to train his physical fitness. Even though he was thin and his whole body ached from training, he never gave up. He knew that physical fitness was the foundation for becoming stronger. Even a logistics soldier needed sufficient physical fitness to cope with unexpected situations on the battlefield.

During the day, he worked diligently in the logistics and mechanical group, learning maintenance techniques for mechs, weapons, and ship components from his seniors. Whether it was a damaged power armor, a malfunctioning pulse laser gun, or a core component of a ship, he studied it all carefully. With his photographic memory and exceptional comprehension, he quickly mastered various maintenance techniques and was even able to independently complete complex maintenance tasks, earning the recognition of his seniors and superiors.

At night, he would stay with his younger sister, tell her stories, and lull her to sleep. After she fell asleep, he would take out various mechanical blueprints and combat data and study them late into the night. He not only learned logistical knowledge but also secretly learned combat skills and understood the weaknesses of the alien races in preparation for going to the battlefield in the future.

His soul is powerful and his mental energy is abundant. Even if he only sleeps for three hours (six hours) a day, he is still full of energy, his learning and training efficiency is extremely high, and his growth rate is astonishing.

His comrades, who initially doubted him, gradually came to recognize and admire him. They all liked this young boy who was incredibly hardworking and determined, and often took the initiative to teach him repair skills and physical training methods.

Ye Fan was also exceptionally humble, diligently studying every knowledge point and memorizing every skill. Whenever he encountered a problem he didn't understand, he would always take the initiative to ask his seniors and comrades for help, constantly making up for his shortcomings.

His sister's existence is one of his driving forces. He doesn't want his sister to suffer any more harm and wants to use his own strength to create a safe haven for her. The hatred of his parents and humanity is the strongest obsession in his heart, supporting him to struggle and grow day after day.

He knew that the logistics soldier's post was far from the battlefield, but he was not impatient. He was silently accumulating strength, waiting for an opportunity, an opportunity to personally kill the alien race and avenge his grievances, an opportunity to prove himself.

As the days went by, Ye Fan's repair skills became more and more exquisite, his physical fitness steadily improved, and his mental strength became stronger with continuous training. He was no longer the little boy who hid in the cellar and trembled with fear. He gradually grew into a calm, determined, and responsible soldier of the Human Alliance. The childishness in his eyes gradually faded, replaced by a sense of maturity and sharpness.

Meanwhile, in another part of the myriad realms, in the pitch-black void, a figure stood quietly, surrounded by a faint sword aura, his temperament cold and aloof—it was Shen Jianxin.

Before him stood a massive and thick barrier, its dark red color covered with ancient and complex patterns. It emanated a strong, scorching aura and powerful spatial energy, firmly enveloping the entire world and isolating it from all external influences.

Shen Jianxin raised his eyes, his gaze falling on the world barrier. His eyes were calm but with a hint of certainty. He spoke slowly, his voice clear and cold, echoing in the void: "This is the Blazing Sun Realm. My aura should attract a large number of plunderers from other worlds."

His purpose in coming to the Blazing Sun Realm was to deliberately expose his aura and lure out those plunderers who travel through the myriad realms, plundering resources and the origins of the world—these plunderers wantonly destroy the order of the heavens, slaughter living beings, and plunder everything.

The laws of the Blazing Sun Realm are unique, and its primordial power is abundant, making it a target for plunderers. Coupled with the allure of his aura, those plunderers will surely flock to it.

As soon as he finished speaking, Shen Jianxin slowly raised his hand, and the long sword at his waist automatically unsheathed itself, hovering in front of him. The sword was surrounded by a dazzling light, and a dense sword aura burst forth, sweeping across the entire void. It collided with the scorching aura emanating from the world barrier, stirring up waves of air currents.

His eyes narrowed, and the sword energy around him grew even stronger. With a slight movement, he raised his hand, gripped the longsword, and slashed fiercely at the world barrier in front of him!

"Sizzle—!!!"

A dazzling sword aura, like a meteor piercing the darkness, crashed into the dark red world barrier with a destructive force. The moment the sword aura collided with the barrier, it emitted a piercing tearing sound, causing the entire void to tremble slightly.

On the dark red world barrier, the originally stable patterns instantly developed cracks. The cracks spread rapidly, like a spider web, covering the surface of the barrier. Dense spatial power leaked out from the cracks, mixed with the scorching aura from inside the Blazing Sun Realm.

Shen Jianxin did not stop. With a slight exertion of his wrist, he once again activated his sword energy. As he swung his longsword, several more dazzling sword energies were unleashed, striking the cracks in the barrier and further widening the gap.

"Snap—!"

A crisp cracking sound rang out, and a huge spatial rift was fully formed on the world barrier. Within the rift, a rich red light emanated, and scorching heat and chaotic laws surged out wildly, sweeping across the entire void.

Shen Jianxin sheathed his sword and stood still, his gaze calmly fixed on the spatial rift. Without the slightest hesitation, he transformed into a streak of light and flew swiftly into the spatial rift, disappearing into the Blazing Sun Realm.

The moment he stepped into the Blazing Sun Realm, an extreme heat swept over his entire body, causing Shen Jianxin to frown slightly—the temperature here far exceeded that outside, and the air was filled with a strong smell of sulfur and volcanic ash, making it difficult to breathe.

He looked up and saw a scene of utter desolation and rage: the sky was filled with thick black smoke and dust, obscuring the entire firmament, with only scattered red light shining through the gaps in the smoke and dust, illuminating the earth in a crimson hue, like a purgatory.

The earth is covered with volcanoes of all sizes. Some volcanoes are erupting violently, spewing thick smoke and scorching lava from their craters. The lava flows slowly down the mountainside, leaving nothing but barren land in its wake. The earth is scorched and cracked, radiating extreme heat.

Even more shockingly, the world was filled with a large amount of chaotic law power. This law power, mainly of fire and destruction attributes, surged wildly, collided with each other, and stirred up waves of energy fluctuations, making the entire space extremely unstable. Occasionally, small spatial cracks would appear, which would then quickly close.

The distant mountains had long been swallowed by lava, turning into a scorched ruin. There was no trace of any living creature on the ground, only endless desolation and rage, as if life had never existed here.

Shen Jianxin landed slowly, the ground beneath his feet scorching hot. Even as he circulated his inner strength to resist, he could still feel the extreme heat. He looked around, his eyes growing calmer—the environment here was far worse than he had imagined, and the chaotic power of the laws was an even greater test of his strength.

But he was not afraid. Instead, a look of determination flashed in his eyes—the harsher the environment, the more powerful the raiders would be attracted. He was ready to wait for the raiders to appear, to wipe them out one by one, and to let all the worlds know the madness of these lost souls in their desire to return home.