I am a female swordsman.

A person dies, but their will remains.

The living have inherited the will of the dead, who fought to the very end in their final moments—this is not to be desecrated! And their descendants must also be guaranteed a livelihood and education, and when the time is right, they should be told the desperate circumstances under which their fathers died for their cause! They are heroes!

Huang Quan has been taking care of the heroes' orphans, repaying their kindness.

However, some children are afflicted with curses because their parents witnessed or even fought against evil gods. These curses vary in strength; some, like Genesis, are so weak that they burn to death, while others…

An endless cycle of despair, a curse that is solidified outside of time!

"To repay the debt of gratitude, I can't abandon this place before curing someone." The thought lasted only a few seconds. The past events had been buried in the thick of time, and for Huang Quan now, they were years worth remembering and reminiscing about.

However, this also reflects the terrifying nature of the Underworld.

Even the existence of a nascent evil god couldn't force Huang Quan to draw his sword, so it's conceivable that Huang Quan's current strength, even if he hasn't awakened yet, is probably only a hair's breadth away from that threshold!

"And my saving you wasn't for nothing!"

Taking advantage of a favor, Huang Quan's demeanor suddenly changed! Her narrowed eyes revealed a shrewd glint; the sudden appearance of Zack and Cisner might be an opportunity for her. That cursed child had always longed for Huang Quan to grant him death; it was time to let him go out and see the world.

“…What do you need me to do?” Zack, who still admired Mado Yomi’s will, stiffened and awkwardly forced out a wry smile.

"There's no rush. I'll let you know if I need anything."

That child's extreme faith in death and his unwavering piety served as a perfect prelude to the birth of the fourth profession in the Underworld: the Dark Templar. The fourth profession in the Underworld does not follow the ordinary path of the first three, but rather a more bizarre and majestic divine path.

Chapter 88 Cleaning Up the Wreckage

The next morning, while it was still barely light, Mado Yomi drove off in her tow truck.

This naturally means reclaiming one's own toys and figurines.

Zack had volunteered to help Yomi unload the damage from the Titans and show off his muscles. However, Yomi, without batting an eye, pinned him to his chair with one hand, leaving him unable to stand. He could only watch with a complicated expression as the quaint and gentle Yomi Mado slowly drove the trailer away from his sight.

For Zack, this was an experience he would never forget.

He was being held down by a woman with one hand and couldn't get up!

It was incredibly embarrassing. Fortunately, Huang Quan explained that he was born into a martial arts family and was a martial artist, not as weak as he appeared. Otherwise, Zack would have become even more depressed.

Last night's battle was truly earth-shattering.

The pillar-shaped flames, reaching from the sky to the ground, resembled a fiery passageway leading to heaven. Had it not been for the fact that this was happening in the godforsaken city of Z, various forces would have already rushed in to investigate. Meanwhile, the endless charred and torn sections of the battlefield amidst the steel jungle, with the earth itself ripped open, testified to the ferocious power unleashed here the previous night.

This is simply divine punishment!

No matter the type of attack, if the aftershock grazed someone, that person would be practically dead, let alone being hit head-on by such terrifying power.

Even after a calm night, there was still no trace of the strange creature within a hundred miles.

This also prevents any trouble from Huang Quan causing when recovering the broken wreckage.

Huang Quan didn't really care that someone had dismantled the large figurine she had cobbled together out of boredom. She was simply strong, strong enough to almost reach the awakening stage. As for things below her strength, they were merely weak. And if weakness were to be further subdivided, Huang Quan wouldn't deliberately do something like that for no reason.

Anyway, she uses herself as her frame of reference...

Despite saying that, Huang Quan couldn't help but fall into deep thought when he saw the horribly destroyed remains of the Colossus.

It seems that, without her realizing it, her old neighbor Saitama has become incredibly powerful.

An ordinary birth, an ordinary life, a completely ordinary person with no special talents, yet through seemingly frivolous training, he has already reached the level of tearing apart a giant weapon. Can mere training really produce such results? You're insulting his intelligence and the hard work he put into his training.

"Even the breastplate with the highest hardness and toughness shattered."

Picking up a severely dented piece of silver metal armor from the ground, Huang Quan immediately recognized where it should have been on the mecha. It had been broken by force exceeding its limits, without any of the fancy details. This gave Huang Quan a direct understanding of Saitama's strength.

It seems like I can arm wrestle with myself now!

No, no, no, it seems his growth isn't over yet. Let's wait. Once Saitama loses his current frenzied training drive and starts to immerse himself in his training, Yomi will test his true strength.

The loneliness of not drawing her sword for twenty years! She even slashed down the nascent evil god; finding someone worthy of a full-scale battle is truly rare! If it weren't for farming and waiting for the [Great Thousand Worlds] to descend, Huang Quan would have already drawn her sword and carved out a spacetime portal, heading to the new world according to the coordinates!

"No rush, no rush, it'll be quick..."

Looking down at the scorched, desolate earth beneath her feet, Huang Quan seemed to be softly sighing. Her gaze was deep and mysterious, as if she could already see the not-too-distant future, the magnificent spectacle of this decaying, lifeless world being stirred and revived.

Whether this world will be consumed by its fervor or rise from the ashes to unleash astonishing power is up to fate.

It's a crisis, but also an opportunity.

………………

Meanwhile, as Huang Quan was busy picking up the shattered remains of the Colossus, the half-dead Sithne opened his eyes in a daze.

tired!!!!

She was so tired! It was like she hadn't slept for a week straight, the kind of exhaustion that comes from frantically stimulating her body with energy techniques! Her entire body, from the inside out, from bone marrow to skin, from cells to organs, was screaming the same word: Tired!

Wait, isn't she dead?

Recalling the Colossus that had suddenly moved, she swiftly and without hesitation slashed herself with her sword. Even in her sluggish and extremely exhausted state, Cisner's body instinctively convulsed. The lingering phantom pain, even while unconscious, still caused her excruciating agony.

The quack doctor, Yomi Mado, used extremely brutal medical methods; it would be good enough if he could be saved!

Anesthetic?

How could such a thing exist?! Afraid of pain? If you're afraid of pain, are you even a warrior? When my soul was torn to shreds by two demons and then pieced back together, did I ever cry out in pain? When I was old and my body was out of control and turned into a demon, constantly enduring the pain of my flesh and bones being torn apart, did I ever cry out in pain?

No!

Then why are you yelling about the pain from such a small injury? Anesthetic? Get lost! Only cowards need that kind of stuff. I've long since mastered fear!

Drawing on her experience of inflicting surgery on herself, she used her terrifying willpower to endure all the agonizing torment on Sisne. Given her willpower, even if mages, wizards, sorcerers, or clergy from certain magical realms were to cast curses or negative buffs on her, they would likely be forcibly filtered out by her willpower…

Anyway, now that Cisner has woken up, he's almost become a Buddha.

She lay on the lab table with her brown eyes half-open, like a salted fish thrown ashore, unable to even thrash about. In this situation, all she could do was try to distract herself and slowly think about something gentle and comforting.

Because it wasn't a proper medical testing platform, and it lacked the capability to treat a patient after they woke up and to notify medical staff, by the time Zack discovered that Cisner had woken up, the poor young woman had already been lying dead on the cold platform for almost an hour.

Then, under Cisner's murderous glare, Zack helped her sit up in one swift motion!

He sat up!

In that instant, Cisner lost all feeling in his body, his vision went completely white, and he almost thought he was seeing heaven. This was practically murder! He had just suffered such life-threatening injuries the day before, and today they were just pulling him up into a sitting position, and in the blink of an eye, he was gone!

But to Cisner's surprise, she was not seriously injured as expected.

The phantom pain remained, but Zack's unintentional act made Cisner realize that her body had almost fully recovered, as if the fatal wound she suffered yesterday was merely an illusion. What exactly happened while she was unconscious?

Chapter 89 The Great Thousand Family Plans

In a spacetime node called Infinity, a singular point where many higher-dimensional beings were born and died, a place known as the Ruins by the time-traveling monsters, has been experiencing a long-awaited upheaval.

The reason for the turmoil is simple.

The original time-traveling monster, the progenitor [Da Qian], has been weakened...

In reality, a transmigrated monster like [Da Qian], who's so rebellious and even goes so far as to attack himself, will eventually be dealt with by other multidimensional organizations joining forces. Organizations like the Multidimensional Republic, Xian Qin, and the Salvation Army, which are aligned with the established order, all have some kind of grudge or karmic connection with the main god [Da Qian]. When the time comes to act, they won't hesitate and will bring their own resources to deal with [Da Qian].

On the other hand, which time traveler hasn't done something underhanded and rule-breaking for the sake of variables? If [Daqian] catches them doing something like that, this discipline maniac will make them suffer! The other time travelers are saying: "You rigid and inflexible boss, can't we just have some fun?"

As for the brain-dead, chaotic factions like the White Earth, the Psychic Gods, and the Outer Gods, while others fight for benefits and territory, they fight because of their bizarre mindset of "everyone else is fighting, so I have to join in too."

In short, that's how it was; [Daqian] got a really bad beating.

However, these higher-dimensional beings, the transmigrators, are quite mysterious. They are practically never truly dead. Even if multiple parties join forces to launch a dimensional reduction attack on the weakest transmigrator, at most they can only seal it in a dimensional reduction zone of a certain world. After a while, it will automatically ascend to a higher dimension and wander out again.

As the original transmigrated monster, [Daqian] was also having a blast.

After several back-and-forth battles with the three factions of order, neutrality, and utter chaos, [Daqian] managed to defeat many of the confident individuals. Having finished his escapade, [Daqian] was nearly gone, dragging his battered body to the Ruins of Return, ready to start anew.

In any case, for the vast universe, time is just a trough of climbing and falling.

Logically, with things as they are, and no one bothering [Daqian], [Daqian] should calm down a bit. But never underestimate the action of a discipline maniac. While settling accounts for how many shameless individuals had messed with him, [Daqian] suddenly had a flash of inspiration and remembered that a certain deadbeat still owed him a debt. So long gone, could it have run away with the variable (host)? Although running away with debts in higher dimensions is rare, it's not unheard of.

After all, taking out small loans and becoming a deadbeat can be done by time-traveling monsters if they're ruthless and shameless.

This often happens when new players are just starting out and need some initial funding; it's common to be broke and have to scrape together the bare minimum.

“Number 001133.” At this strange point in time, Guixu, [Daqian] sent a communication to the system in some unknown multidimensional spacetime.

The communication system unique to time travelers is only used so brazenly by [Da Qian] and a few other individuals. Shouting from a higher dimension is tantamount to revealing one's location, a highly suicidal act in both the war zone and the leisure zone. Naturally, the system didn't reply. To be precise, the entire entity has been partially reduced to the world's supercomputer cluster, making it impossible for the current system to hear or respond.

After yelling at the top of his lungs a few times without getting a response, he didn't think about the reasons himself.

Daqian was furious!

You damn bastard! You actually ran off with the money! Hmm, in Daqian's eyes, the third-tier being, with an unstoppable will like Huang Quan, is a perfect match for his own path, just waiting for a formal invitation to become his variable.

It's a sure thing, isn't it?

It just so happens that [Daqian] is a bit short on cash lately. To catch their breath and get revenge on those who dared to mess with them, it's time to tone down the extravagant spending they did during their heyday. So! You dare to run away with the money?!

I'm going to drag you, you dead remnant, out of the river of time and skin you alive, tear you apart, and dismember you!

With this terrifying thought in mind, on the trembling spacetime membrane, [Daqian] began matching and searching for traces of the system. The result, however, made [Daqian] question his existence; the matching results told him that the system he was pursuing seemed to have been reduced to a lower dimension and died. The system now fighting a desperate battle, from the perspective of a time-traveling monster, was indeed in a state of being half-dead and half-alive.

This led to a misjudgment by Daqian.

However, it wasn't unheard of for someone to play dead and hide from creditors, so [Daqian] didn't give up. Instead, while searching for traces of the system and the variables he cared about, he also began to gather the variables that he had previously left to fend for himself.

After gathering all their strength, [Daqian] will sweep away those traitors and chaotic idiots!

………………

One-Punch World, Z City.

Completely unexpectedly, Huang Quan, who was happily driving his trailer, was thinking of dragging her to fight a whole bunch of terrifying demons, evil gods, outer gods, time officers, dimensional soldiers, and so on.

Yes, the sunshine today is exceptionally beautiful and bright.

Sitting in the trailer, gazing at the blue sky and white clouds, the surrounding air was exceptionally cool and gentle, a serene beauty that silently cleansed one's soul.

Hey, don't forget the time!

There's always someone who manages to cause trouble when Yomi is in a slightly good mood, and Sakura Yomi is one such person. After being suppressed deep within her consciousness, in that darkest and emptier environment, for some time, Sakura Yomi, guessing that the second round of the martial arts tournament was about to begin, resurfaced.

'Can't wait?'

Huang Quan's face turned cold, and his red eyes behind his black-rimmed glasses flashed with a hint of chill.

'Hehe, don't be so sarcastic. Anyway, you're almost awakened, why would you be afraid of me, your pursuer?' Sakura Yomi said casually, curled up deep in her consciousness and chuckled.

Having personally experienced how terrifying the endless darkness and emptiness deep within one's consciousness is, the fact that this personality could still speak normally in such a terrible environment is enough to make Huang Quan wary.