I am a female swordsman.

"What is that?!"

"Epics, myths, and even the gods know, but I certainly don't!!"

Panic-stricken cries accompanied by deafening roars filled the air. The strangely dressed figures fled, leaving trails of crimson blood swirling wildly behind them like floating blood! Slaughter! They leveled everything in their path! Anything caught in the surge of magical energy was reduced to dust!

Main God Space, Nanlin Squad.

This team has participated in battles against other higher-dimensional organizations, employing infiltration, invasion, stealth, and the strategy of discovering and eliminating the enemy with a single, decisive strike. They develop different operational plans for different types of enemies.

The enemy, which was supposed to arrive a year later, arrived ahead of schedule.

The system did not anticipate this.

Huang Quan, unaware of the various mysterious hidden items in the Main God Space, was sneaked into a kilometer radius by a hostile enemy. As a third-tier variable, Huang Quan was indeed somewhat careless, with most of his energy being tied up with a supporting character who bore the weight of this world's fortune, failing to detect the enemy's hostility beforehand.

But that's where it ends.

An opportunity only comes once. A surprise attack is only a surprise attack if it is completely unexpected.

Enchanted bullets, imbued with divine blessing, can inflict fatal damage on any unit deemed evil. A torrent of light, accompanied by boiling mercury, will flow into every vein of the evil unit, burning it to ashes with the flow of its blood!

Made by the Supreme God, absolutely no defective products!

Magical energy roared within her body. The instant she was struck by the shuttle, Huang Quan used the vibrating sword energy to expel all impurities that didn't belong to her body. Even so, she was still injured; she dodged with all her might, turning her head to the side and getting a gash, but her shoulder wasn't so lucky.

The enchanted bullet tore its way down from the shoulder blade, rendering Huang Quan's left hand temporarily useless.

Anger? Shame?

No, no, no, Huang Quan is now experiencing a long-lost thrill of her blood boiling! It's the same feeling she had when facing ghouls, a trembling sensation that she felt every second! This fills her with murderous intent, an urgent desire to cut down any enemies who dare to attack her and eliminate them!

And then, this scene unfolded before our eyes.

"No, no, she's not a legend... she's only at the third tier." Looking at the streak of lightning that had instantly caught up with them, each member's resistance seemingly extinguished before their very eyes, the captain of the Nanlin team realized that the main god had used them as cannon fodder. Only cannon fodder could prove the terrifying power of the strong.

The shield bearers, carrying large shields on their shoulders, were cut in two, unable to withstand such a terrible attack.

The sorcerer who attempted to cast the spell had his mouth smashed open, and his tongue was probably rotten as well.

The squad's sharpest sniper was killed by an even more terrifying, long-range crimson sword aura before he could even fire a second shot at the enemy. He no longer had that chance; he never would again.

The most deeply hidden mechanical hacker, along with his steel legion, was crushed by the frenzied crimson, like crushing a bunch of insignificant toys.

As for myself...

A chilling smile played on her lips as she descended upon the wounded reincarnators like a tyrannical queen amidst a sea of ​​crimson ribbons. Huang Quan looked at him, seemingly wanting to say something, but it was no longer necessary; the fate of every failed reincarnator was the same.

"Miss, the war has begun." Knowing that her life was nearing its end, the reincarnator reached for her wristwatch.

Execute with an order to eliminate it!

The reincarnator who attacked died, silently erased from the face of the dead.

Chapter 109 One Slash

There were four reincarnators in total, all of whom died at the hands of the Yellow Springs.

Huang Quan then used all his senses to spend half an hour thoroughly searching the entire ghost city. He confirmed that all the enemies had been wiped out and that no harm had been done to him.

You said the enemy would come in a year.

He was playing with his trophy, his only trophy.

Huang Quan stood in the pitch-black space, a wristwatch on her wrist, a symbol of the Reincarnators. Now, however, it had become her spoils of war—more precisely, a gift from [Da Qian]. The war had begun; the moment the Reincarnators launched their attack, it signaled the start of the tentacles infiltrating from higher dimensions.

'A system error has occurred. [Daqian] wants to obtain the host's priority.'

'I don't think this is the last wave, what do you think?'

The watch's owner left behind many legacies, all hidden within its internal space. However, these cannot be used by Huang Quan; any attempt to intrude upon the internal space through other means would have dire consequences.

There's a reason why the reincarnators only left Huang Quan as a trophy.

The items, the corpses, and all traces of their existence were gradually erased from this world after their mission was confirmed to have failed. The entire process was chilling, like a neat sketch being wiped away by an invisible eraser, leaving no trace whatsoever. This way of dying made Huang Quan think of many things.

Life goes on, and so do the trials.

The system wanted to persuade Huang Quan to give up on this world because [Da Qian] really would kill her.

In the eyes of the first transmigrated monster, known as the discipline fanatic, nothing is more important than rules. It firmly believes that it is precisely because of orderly rules that the infinite multiverse is so vibrant, displaying endless diversity, a possibility that even a higher dimension could not fully comprehend!

'This is not good news... Say something to cheer me up.' Huang Quan, with an unusually serene expression, carefully examined her watch, and in the depths of her being, she seemed to hear a voice.

An invitation.

If she puts on the watch, everything can start anew. This is the last chance that the Great Thousand Worlds is giving to the third-tier variable; a tiered individual with even stronger external weaponry could take her place at any moment. If she refuses, perhaps now, perhaps in the future, perhaps in the past, the enemy will be ever-present, and the pursuit will never end.

'I can buy you time in higher dimensions, but not much.'

'how long.'

"From now on, thirty-one days, five hours, twenty minutes, and fourteen seconds. The host has one month to complete the awakening. If more than half the time has passed, the system's calculations will be completely compromised, and [Daqian] will lock this world. There will be no choice but to break through the barrier." The system appeared for the first time in a human form in the pitch-black space, a neutral being that resembled an immortal, yet wore a majestic black military uniform.

It is worth mentioning that he also had a military insignia on his chest, with crossed silver particles.

Huang Quan didn't understand the significance of the character that the system manifested, but she knew that the system was human, or rather, it used to be human.

'What were you before? What are you trying to cultivate in me?' The question that should have been asked at their first meeting was only uttered now, and Huang Quan couldn't help but slide towards that final question.

Why did I come into this world?

'Host, Huang Quan, these things are no longer important. You no longer depend on me. The system deeply regrets that it was unable to accompany you through more worlds and witness your path.' What should have been slightly melancholic words were delivered in the system's cold, mechanical voice, which instead evoked no emotion.

At least Huang Quan sounds completely devoid of emotion.

"Time is precious, tell me everything you know... at least tell me how to kill the giant ball of light." Huang Quan snapped his fingers, and the pitch-black space lit up with a few rays of light, like the deep universe. This light wove together to form a swing, just the right size for Huang Quan to sit on.

'Host, you cannot kill [Daqian]. No higher-dimensional being or organization can be destroyed by a single person. [Daqian] also cannot lower its dimension to deal with you, because these are the rules; the test is a variable, therefore the variable is the test.'

'I just killed four reincarnators.'

'kill?'

'Isn't it true? Their power system, their tools, those traces of their being that don't belong to this world.' Feeling insulted, Huang Quan frowned and kicked her feet unhappily. Did she look like a stupid person?

She allowed the system to reorganize the language.

Having angered Huang Quan, she dared to go to the underground of the Shinra Corporation headquarters early the next morning and set the system on fire.

'Reincarnators don't die, and the initial trials don't send real variables down. What descends is merely an information module recorded in the [Great Thousand Worlds], like a re-enactment of information.' The variable information is copied and extracted, then placed into the world being explored. This ensures the reuse of valuable variables while avoiding being tricked.

They are just repeating the same information over and over.

They descend like ghosts, are discovered, and then either killed or kill others. They themselves are unaware of what they are.

The cruelty of "Da Qian" is inexplicably nauseating.

If the enemy were truly a variable being descending, they wouldn't be so easily crushed by Huang Quan like an ant. Even if a Reincarnator who survived the first generation of time-traveling monsters has retired, the sheer power they displayed in their struggle for survival would be terrifying to Huang Quan!

Gene Lock, the strongest tier!

Huang Quan once had the opportunity to walk the path to the strongest level, but her experiences destined her to follow the will. Protecting herself with the Heavenly Rank and seeking the Dao with her will, this is the path Huang Quan has chosen.

"Give this world, and give myself, an answer. This is my choice, and no matter what the future holds, I'm ready to give it my all." Suddenly, Huang Quan's aura became calm and still, and a continuous stream of information began to converge on her, from the past, present, and future.

This is her feedback in some future.

The Realm of Demons.

The realm of being omnipresent and omniscient is theoretically impossible to reach, but can only be approached infinitely, like a worm wriggling in spacetime.

The system also sensed the changes in Huang Quan.

Her transformation was very evident in the higher dimension, a manifestation of her existence beginning to ascend to a higher dimension after she resolved to eliminate all obstacles. The pressure that should have crushed Huang Quan from the infinite spacetime did not truly crush her; instead, it became an opportunity, transforming the originally loose carbon into diamond.

This sounds like a miracle.

"Now I ask the question, and it all lies in a single strike."

Chapter 110 The Return Journey

"Soldier-first class Sephiroth, you have a new email."

Having just returned victorious from a mission, Sephiroth couldn't wait to head towards his resting place, his steps light and quicker than ever before.

He knew she had replied.

Despite his long-standing criticisms of his assistant, Sephiroth still trusted Mado Yomi. He always valued her advice, and if the Shinra Chairman was the person Sephiroth cared about most, then Mado Yomi would definitely be second.

Upon opening the letter, Sephiroth saw the familiar nonsense.

Or rather, polite greetings.

As his assistant had said, etiquette was necessary, whether one liked it or not, because it was an important marker distinguishing humans from beasts. Skipping over that meaningless nonsense, a serious look appeared in Sephiroth's azure eyes.

What was originally lighthearted has turned into heaviness!

“Sephiroth, as you read this, I have to admit that things have been getting increasingly troubling for me lately… I know a little about your situation. Yes, exactly as you think, you have no psychological pressure at all, or rather, you simply cannot have psychological pressure. The reasons for this are complex, and I cannot discuss these secrets with you in a letter… Don't forget my identity; I am not someone you can trust…”

Judging from Yomi Mado's tone, she seems to know some inside information about Sephiroth's nightmares.

However, due to various reasons, I couldn't say it out loud.

Upon seeing this, Sephiroth felt a strange unease creep into his heart. The woman seemed like a rigid, old-fashioned rat, but in reality, she was someone who knew nothing of danger. The fact that she could make him wary and unable to speak out was enough to prove that what she knew was very important.

Suppressing the surge of emotions within him, Sephiroth continued reading.

"...To be honest, I may be in dire straits myself, or I may succeed soon... My brief time with you has been very interesting. Watching your awkwardness in social situations, your frankness with girls, and your all-out effort when you're struggling with yourself—all of this makes me very happy... In short, if you return as a victorious hero, I will do my best to tell you everything I know. With that, may your sword, my good fortune, and the sun live on forever!"

The email ended there; the floating screen flickered twice, and Sephiroth deleted it.

Even someone as emotionally detached as him could sense the unease in Mado Yomi's farewell message through the letter. What had happened to her that made her believe this letter was a final message?

I need to do something.

With that thought, Sephiroth got up and walked toward the position of a sergeant major in the rest area.

"Sir, I want to go back."

The seemingly ordinary sergeant major smiled; he'd seen it all. "Every lad wants to go back, drinking hard liquor and embracing a beautiful woman. I won't show you mercy just because you're a hero. Go on, boy, go have a drink and rest. The war isn't over yet."

“I must go back, sir.”

Sephiroth was very serious; deep within his deep blue-green eyes lay an undeniable awakening. The sergeant major, who was enjoying his drink, shifted slightly, his previously nonchalant expression becoming a little more serious.