I am a female swordsman.

After so much time had passed, Huang Quan felt that even if he was incompetent, he should have resolved his physical problems by now.

Chapter Sixty-Two: Within the Spiritual Network

"Based on your findings and the analysis of the Allied General Staff, five exceptionally powerful monsters from the [World's Inner Side] have appeared in the inner city. These monsters possess strong polluting, destructive, annihilating, and communicative capabilities. The deteriorating situation inside and outside Berlin has been temporarily alleviated..."

Spiritual Link Network.

Wearing a white trench coat, the tall and slender Huang Quan appeared in the linked consciousness group with the air of a leader.

This image differs from the usual Huang Quan, and is closer to her unique, sharp, and compelling aura as a ghoul investigator in the ghoul world. Already possessing excellent inherent qualities, after deciding to draw her sword in the world of Divine Melody, her presence becomes even more palpable, as blazing as the sun.

"But simply maintaining the balance is not enough!"

Coupled with Huang Quan's sharp, almost tangible gaze, images captured through the eyes of those on the front lines were perfectly displayed within the linked consciousness group. Each image was lifelike, depicting the chaotic and grotesque monsters of the [Inner World]. There were many of these images, and each one was chilling!

A tall, faceless, humanoid man emerged, from whose back writhes are pure black tentacles that haunt nightmares. At the ends of these tentacles, one can see the skulls of numerous human children piercing through…

……

Numerous human soldiers were pouring fire upon a dilapidated two-story building. In the flashes of fire, a thick tail could be vaguely seen swaying and flashing from the depths of the smoke and dust. The tail had a yellowish-brown, fin-like external organ that was stirring up large amounts of irrational yellow sand.

……

The most touching sight was a hybrid of animal and plant, clearly located in the inner city. Amidst the vibrant, sunny greenery, many humans smiled happily as they worshipped a giant flower that emitted pink mist. The devotion they displayed, even when viewed through a mental link, sent chills down the spines of the superhumans who witnessed it.

For various reasons, the situation in Berlin's inner city is far more dangerous than in the areas outside the city. Monsters from the "inner world" can easily devour large numbers of Berlin citizens' fresh flesh and souls.

This has made many monsters even more difficult to deal with.

But these are nothing compared to the powerful cannons and rocket launchers that humans, as powerful as Titans, pound on the earth. The truly troublesome and difficult opponents are individuals with high intelligence and great strength.

"[First Squad] Captain, I'd like to ask you to contact General Rokossovsky to destroy all the green things in this area, leaving nothing behind." Facing the star-shaped cluster of consciousness surrounding him, Huang Quan's rapidly working brain made the most suitable decision.

When faced with the rampage of monsters in the [World's Inside Side], the Allied and German superhumans uploaded the information they possessed to the Mental Link Center, which was then processed and allocated by the Underworld.

The leader of the first squad is a Soviet girl.

In the psychic community, she appears as a student in a naval uniform, giving Huang Quan a strange sense of déjà vu, like seeing a high school girl from a future world. This Russian girl, though sweet and cute on the outside, has an incredibly distinguished combat record; she once single-handedly traversed the "inner side of the world," prematurely thwarting some of the Nazi plans related to it.

"This devil's flower will experience Katyusha's passion."

The platinum-blonde Russian woman revealed an angry smile.

For monsters that evoke pure hatred at just one glance, they must be utterly exterminated! Completely destroyed, leaving them no chance whatsoever! The intelligent life in the Divine Comedy world instinctively feels aversion and hatred; this is a feedback from the world's consciousness. It indirectly helps Huang Quan resolve some unnecessary troubles. As long as Huang Quan's behavior doesn't go astray, then, being temporarily favored by the Divine Comedy world, she will basically have everything go smoothly!

The chosen one of the world, the protagonist, the darling of heaven and earth...

Huang Quan never expected that he would receive such treatment in the world of Divine Comedy.

Yes, as a third-tier cultivator, she had a very direct experience of this feeling. Everything went smoothly, no one bothered to criticize her, and her luck was off the charts. Huang Quan even felt that right now, she could wander into a battlefield filled with the sounds of gunfire and fire and emerge unscathed!

"【Sandstorm Queen】, this creature that can adapt to and evolve with various elemental attacks is yours. Try to restrict its movement as much as possible if you can't kill it in one go."

"At your service, dear lady."

"Miri, Fio, fairytale girls, it's up to you to rescue the captive citizens..."

"Yes, sir!" The two extraordinary individuals, who were soldiers, saluted.

Huang Quan was allocating tasks quite reasonably. The convenience of the mental link network far exceeded the imagination of people in this era, but it was nothing to Huang Quan, a guy from the future. At most, it was a large local area network, far from reaching the level of the internet in later generations.

In addition, with the help of a global consciousness, Huang Quan gets a free cheat code, making information processing as easy as playing a game.

Huang Quan's willingness to follow her heart allowed her to avoid the worst situation in the second world. While she was somewhat delighted, Huang Quan also secretly reminded herself that although it was great to enjoy the smooth sailing and the feeling of getting everything done easily, she must not let this state affect or even erode her!

The system had subtly hinted to Huang Quan during their conversation that if the Divine Comedy world wanted her to stay and continue doing what she was doing, her future would undoubtedly be a land of dazzling flowers. And based solely on her achievements, she could easily attain godhood or become a true immortal on any path within the Divine Comedy world.

The system was initially quite worried that Huang Quan might choose to stay.

However, it played a very good role in guiding the Yellow Springs.

The perspective of a responsible time traveler profoundly influenced Huang Quan's mind, and her dreams triumphed over her desires.

'Since I have influenced this world, I want to make it better. As a human being, I am destined not to see the ideal world in this brief evolution, but I believe future generations should be able to see it—a world without gods, emperors, or saviors, a world built entirely by the efforts of one's own hands. I don't believe the world I envision is more advanced, but I at least believe it is a world of happiness and full of power.'

If I were to stay behind, I would become something like a saint who wields divine authority.

Huang Quan couldn't guarantee that his stance would remain unchanged, that he would remain aloof, and that he would still be able to think as passionately as he did today. It was all an unknown.

Sometimes, giving up takes more courage than persevering.

Chapter Sixty-Three: The Final Battle

Compared to the monsters inside the city, those mindless monsters from the [World's Backside] who directly engage the Allied forces are much more unfortunate.

After a brief period of being caught off guard.

The Soviet political commissar forcefully suppressed everyone's fear, but when the commissar was more terrifying than the monster, facing the monster was clearly easier than facing the commissar. Under the strict defense and the onslaught of excessive firepower, the monster, gradually being separated and expelled from the human army, thoroughly enjoyed what it meant to be boiled into a pot of steel broth by artillery fire.

Rows of Soviet-style, exceptionally tough tanks sped through the outskirts of Berlin in a T-formation, each volley of fire from the tanks reaping the lives of countless twisted monsters.

How can flesh and blood withstand a hot metal bullet?

Rows of monsters died like wheat being harvested.

The guide, swallowed and swept away, simply turned into irregular chunks of flesh, writhing and twisting as it tried to transform into a higher-level monster capable of dealing with unfavorable terrain by relying on a large amount of flesh and soul.

But this is just a naive delusion.

Crimson flames mixed with billowing black smoke shot into the sky, and the heavy cannons pounding the earth seemed like countless ancient Titans raising their fists and ruthlessly pounding the ground. The shockwaves from the release of terrifying energy alone were enough to shatter the internal organs of a person near the blast. Often, a single cannon shot would blast numerous twisted monsters into pieces, along with the dirt, into the sky, just like blasting fish.

The Allied forces were not lacking in experienced gunners.

In system warfare, artillery, when facing a monster that hasn't evolved a long-range, withdrawable heavy artillery attack mode, doesn't need to consider any safety issues at all; they can simply bombard the monster's head with shell after shell.

Rows of resurrected ghouls fell to the scorching heat of the heavy machine gun.

The strong and robust monster couldn't withstand a round of mortar fire.

As for persistent ghosts and monsters, they are a complete joke on a large battlefield with tens of thousands of people. The highly unified spirit and will of the legion under the command of the group directly crushes all mental curses and attacks with overwhelming momentum, and many ghosts cannot even get close to the battlefield.

Even if a powerful individual ghost forcibly intervened in the battlefield, the Allied forces, having learned from the guidance of the superhumans accompanying the army that explosions and fire could restrain it, had already prepared a large number of incendiary bombs and flamethrower soldiers.

It wasn't street fighting. While under pressure, the human army outside the city used artillery fire to show these monsters what the most efficient and brutal killing was!

This "rebellion" was effectively suppressed, and it also sounded the alarm for the Allied high command. (In the Allied view, the guides who had been transformed by the gods should belong to the Allied camp.) The intelligence department, which had been fighting on the battlefield without gunfire for so long, vaguely understood the reasons for the "rebellion" with the help of their counterparts from the other camp.

It has little to do with the Nazis.

Instead, those heartless and treacherous remnants of the divine era suddenly betrayed their faith, and the power of the [inner world] poses a certain threat to the present world.

Ok……

Indeed, looking at all these monsters that utterly defy normal human aesthetics, anyone would feel that monsters from the "Other Side of the World" shouldn't exist in the present world. However, the extent of their harm isn't immediately apparent, and even the Allied experts in the field of the supernatural can't give a definitive answer.

The truth is in the hands of a few.

Huang Quan was both lucky and unlucky to be one of those few. When the Allied forces sent her, a superhuman from the American West, to make contact with the communications soldier, Huang Quan knew that the most powerful faction in the world, and one that would remain exceptionally powerful in the future, finally reacted.

"Humanity's vision is not broad enough; unseen enemies always exist. Regarding the truth about the [inner world], I must remain silent out of respect for someone's efforts until a better environment is available."

Spiritual links, within a cluster of consciousness.

After careful consideration, Huang Quan gave a thoughtful answer to the communications officer from the Allied high command.

It's obvious that these guides were deliberately thrown out by the "Sage" Westcott. There are about thirty guides with abnormal mental states. Do you think such a small number can deflect the strange and surging dark tide outside the world? You must be joking. Huang Quan is more inclined to believe that these defective products are to be destroyed and reused.

"If you stand on the side of justice, why are you deliberately concealing this?"

A soldier dressed as a messenger, but whose demeanor and bearing clearly did not resemble that of a communications soldier, stared intently at Huang Quan with profound eyes.

"Justice? If destroying the representatives of evil can be called justice, then justice is far too cheap." Huang Quan shook her head; she did not believe that the Allied forces could represent justice.

According to normal history, well, shouldn't the Cold War have followed World War II?

"The war is not over yet. Once a new order is established and everything is stable, your problems today will naturally be resolved. I believe that day is not far off." Huang Quan smiled mysteriously and waved his hand, politely severing all of them from the mental link before the distinguished soldier could say anything more.

In this spiritual link network, Huang Quan's authority is second only to Card King, Lin, and a few others.

'I wonder where that little guy is now...'

As her thoughts raced, Huang Quan couldn't help but think of the Jewish boy, Eric. He had stared at Huang Quan for a long time as he left, as if trying to see if this indifferent woman was lying, before finally lowering his proud head. Eric had accepted Huang Quan's absurd proposal and, for the next few years, would travel as an ordinary person to a distant, ancient land to witness a completely new belief.

The carnival that the world of Divine Comedy played in AD 1945 was nearing its end.

Meanwhile, Huang Quan was preparing her final question before her departure. She had done something small that had a certain impact on the world. After the initial hype subsided slightly, Huang Quan suddenly felt an irresistible urge: she really, really wanted to see the future of the Divine Melody world!

Looking at the results of our efforts, has human civilization truly embarked on a proper path in the future?

A beautiful fantasy lay dormant in his heart, becoming a cherished wish in the underworld. How wonderful it would be to have the chance to glimpse the future of this world once more…

"Crow, the suppression of the monsters in the outer city has been completed."

The mental link with the King of Cards interrupted Huang Quan's delusions. Her emotions remained hidden because there was no one here who understood her.

"The clearing of Berlin proceeded according to the plan provided by the Allied General Staff. My mission is now complete." Huang Quan breathed a slight sigh of relief as she prepared to disconnect from the mental network. "...I have one last thing to do: you will exchange the [Cube] with the Allies on my behalf."

Inside Berlin, Huang Quan slowly drew his sword as he looked at the white-clad loli blocking his path.

Chapter Sixty-Four: First, a Life is Lost

Huang Quan has many personality traits that she dislikes.

One of them is being unreasonable. Being able to do things without reason means that this person has very low moral standards, or no moral standards at all. This white loli, whose entire being exudes the wailing of the dead, has a smile that contains a kind of madness born from enlightenment in the underworld.

Thompson submachine gun!

In gang fights in the American West, these submachine guns, often pulled from under car seats, would wreak havoc on poorly equipped American police. This powerful, compact, and easy-to-operate submachine gun was a true trench sweeper; a single drum magazine was remarkably effective at clearing out enemy remnants in the trenches!

The Thompson submachine gun also had a nickname: the Chicago Typewriter.

The reason for this nickname is well-known: the clicking sound of the Thompson submachine gun is very similar to the sound of a typewriter. As for why it's called the Chicago Typewriter, the reason is self-evident.

"Girl, stop running away from yourself."

A white loli with a grinning, menacing expression, with a nauseating scene of bloodshed looming behind her, arrogantly carries a Chicago typewriter on her shoulder.

The rough, masculine voice made Huang Quan feel increasingly uneasy.

"You're the most monster-like human I've ever met. You must understand what I'm thinking!" A hand touched her barren chest, and the white-haired loli gazed at Huang Quan with intensely burning eyes. She desperately wanted to be redeemed, to struggle back from the darkness of becoming a monster to the light of humanity...!

“I have never run away from this fight; it just doesn’t feel right now.”