Honkai Summoning.

Five minutes passed as the two chatted casually. Suddenly, two whooshing sounds came from behind Su Mo.

Su Mo did not move, but was struck directly from behind by two black streaks of light, causing him to lean forward slightly.

Footsteps came from behind Su Mo. It was an old man who had just fainted approaching Su Mo. He was holding two small black throwing knives in his hand. It was these knives that had hit Su Mo earlier.

"I'm old now, and my strength has diminished a lot. I used to be able to pierce right through stone."

The old man looked at the flying knife that had pierced Su Mo's back, seemingly mocking himself, but actually extremely proud. At the crucial moment, it was still thanks to him that important results were achieved.

Everyone could see that although Su Mo had broken free of the Heart Lock, his current condition was terrible. Some even suspected that he had temporarily lost his legendary immortality because of the Heart Lock.

After all, the love lock had even pulled his soul out of his body. If they hadn't failed at the last moment, they could have gone home for tea by now.

Now, they might be able to go home for tea in a little while, and then peacefully die in their final decade or so.

The old man wielding the throwing knife approached Su Mo slightly, but dared not get too close, fearing a counterattack. At a distance of about twenty meters, the power and accuracy of his throwing knife were enough to pierce the man's head once, twice, three times.

Goodbye, monster—

Like a trial before execution, the old man raised his hand, holding a throwing knife, and began to speak. However, his last word was drowned out by a sharp gunshot.

The man's eyes widened as a huge, gaping hole appeared in his head, almost completely blasting it off. The old man's figure was thrown back by the bullet's terrifying impact, landing on the ground and adding a splash of blood to the already red earth.

"boom!"

"boom!"

"boom!"

Several crisp gunshots rang out, and the few who hadn't died were also taken down.

"call--"

Su Mo let out a sigh of relief, took off his coat, and threw the bulletproof vest underneath onto the ground. The throwing knife embedded in the vest fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

Standing up with his pistol in hand, Su Mo glanced at the corpse behind him and shook his head slightly: "Throwing knives? It's 2053 already, and they're still using such an old thing. Can't they use something modern? Sigh, these young people nowadays, they can't even accept new things."

Hearing Su Mo's words, the leader, who was also the most powerful elder, felt an utterly absurd feeling.

They did suffer a crushing defeat, but the reason for that defeat was that they were not as adept at using modern tools as an old-fashioned person.

Su Mo walked to the old man's side, squatted down, and pressed the muzzle of his gun against the old man's chin, saying, "Let your people withdraw. You don't want them to die with you, do you?"

"it is good."

The old man cooperated by raising his hand, and his wide sleeves fell down, revealing a communicator on his arm.

“Don’t we have modern tools?” Su Mo said.

The old man didn't speak, but directly operated the communicator. It wasn't that they didn't use modern weapons, but they were completely ineffective against the person before them—even the most powerful weapon could only kill once. But this person, like Akkad's vampire, possessed countless lives.

That earth-shattering battle with Akat, though impressive and exaggerated in scale, was actually quite meaningless; it was merely a process of mutual attrition of life.

Finally, Su Mo, who had lived for an unknown amount of time and was even more mysterious than Akat, managed to outlast his opponent and win the battle. Tonight, he used their help to deliver a fatal blow to Akat.

The more people there are, the more likely it is that you are delivering food to the other party.

However, Su Mo looks different now than before.

Although the old man couldn't tell what was wrong, judging from the fact that he was wearing a bulletproof vest, could it be that he had really lost his immortality?

Regardless of his thoughts, the old man closed his eyes, indicating that he had given up on the fight: "Shoot."

"Who said I was going to shoot?" Unexpectedly, Su Mo put the gun away.

"You're not going to kill me?" The old man was taken aback.

"Who said I wouldn't kill you?" As soon as he finished speaking, a sharp pain shot through his chest. Looking down, the old man saw a dagger piercing his chest.

With a slight tremor of his right hand, he made a sweeping motion and a turn, cutting a large hole in the old man's chest, revealing the beating heart inside.

The tattered piece of paper that Su Mo had just put away was now held between two fingers and plunged directly into the old man's heart, the paper stained crimson with blood.

Withdrawing his hand, Su Mo opened his mouth and made a swallowing motion. The old man's body suddenly turned into dust, leaving a grayish-white mark on the ground and a set of clothes exuding an aura of death.

With his eyes closed, as if sensing something, Su Mo stood up, stretched out his right hand, palm facing up, and the tattered piece of paper that had just disappeared floated back into his hand.

"Now, I am the master."

Looking at the piece of paper floating in his palm, Su Mo murmured something to himself, then turned and walked outside, his footsteps echoing from all directions.

Hearing the footsteps, Su Mo was not surprised. The people who came to kill him at night were not normal. They were willing to give up their own lives, so naturally they would not care about the lives of others.

However, due to their unique nature, the number of people they represent is meaningless; they're just there to deliver supplies. No one from outside has shown up yet. And now… since it's come to a final gamble, they're throwing out whatever methods they can, regardless of their effectiveness.

"Unfortunately, if I had been just one minute earlier, these people could have really killed me—who knows?" Su Mo listened to the approaching footsteps, and several gunshots shattered the surrounding lights as he disappeared into the darkness.

Chapter Four: The So-Called "Dharma-Ending Age"

"Ring ring!"

The sound of the alarm clock filled Su Mo's ears. He reached out from under the covers and turned it off. After a while, he crawled out of the soft bedding, walked to the window, and pulled back the curtains, letting the sunlight stream in.

Seven days have passed since that battle. Looking at Su Mo's relaxed demeanor, the final victor is self-evident.

That night, after leaving behind a trail of blood and corpses, Su Mo successfully "withdrew" from the battlefield.

As for wiping his buttocks afterwards, Su Mo naturally didn't need to worry about that; someone else would take care of it for him.

Oh, the "people" here don't refer to Su Mo's people, but rather the forces behind that group of old men that night—secret agencies, the Crusades, associations handling abnormal phenomena, and other cross-regional and national organizations.

However, after that night, these powerful organizations that have lasted for hundreds of years will probably disappear completely within a few years.

That night, the old guys that Su Mo killed were, unsurprisingly, the last remaining members of those organizations—once those guys were dead, their organizations were essentially no different from those FB, CA, and other similar institutions.

"Could this be considered the 'end of Dharma' era often mentioned in novels?" Su Mo wondered to himself, looking at the sunlight in the sky.

Fifty years ago, Su Mo fought Akatar, and the last vampire in the world disappeared.

Twenty years ago, the world's last hermit died peacefully.

Ten years ago, the last magician died of old age.

Five years ago, after continuous investigation, secret agencies and other organizations produced a data report—the number of humans in the world with "supernatural powers" was less than one hundred, and the legendary end times had arrived; this was the world's choice.

Thus, a group of mentally unstable old lunatics began hunting down the last and most powerful monster in the world, a monster that had even transcended the realm of humanity—the Dark Night King, Su Mo.

Faced with these people's pursuit, Su Mo appeared quite calm and composed. He even passively waited for them to come, without even the most basic counterattack, just like a demon king in anime who always lives in a castle, never taking the initiative to attack, and only waiting for the hero to come. It was a perfect example of cooperation.

In fact, Su Mo was more aware than these people of the so-called coming of the Dharma-ending Age. Having lived for so long, he had almost personally witnessed the gradual decline of the power that individuals wielded.

Rather than calling it the end of the Dharma era, it's more accurate to say it's a change in this world... If there really is a Gaia's will, then it's that will that's rejecting those forces, and the one most severely rejected is, of course, Su Mo, the undisputed big boss.

Other individuals who possess power far exceeding that of ordinary people are not actually subject to such exclusion; the exclusion of extraordinary power affects humanity as a whole, not just individuals.

Only Su Mo is an unlucky guy. Over the years, his luck has been extremely bad. In astrological terms, he has been in Mercury retrograde for many years and can't get out of it.

Under the "deliberate care" of the world's consciousness, Su Mo's power, which had been shrinking for hundreds of years and had almost completely disintegrated, ceased to exist.

Until a year ago, Su Mo was basically the only one left... and he still had money. He was so poor that all he had left was money, which refers to Su Mo at that time.

Even so, those mentally unstable old men continued to prepare for a year, and only made their move against Su Mo after they had mastered the love lock.

However, the final result was not as they had imagined.

The love lock was merely a deception orchestrated by Su Mo. Rejected by the world's will, Su Mo couldn't actively contact that special object, so he used their help to achieve his goal.

"That feeling of being rejected by the whole world was really unbearable. Now it's finally over." Sitting on the sofa, Su Mo looked at the piece of paper in his palm, which was not much bigger than his palm, and thought to himself, "This thing shouldn't be from this world, right?"

This tattered piece of paper can be considered the origin of the legend of the Night King.

At that time, Su Mo was just an ordinary person. One day, he encountered a piece of paper that seemed to have floated in from nowhere, and everything changed.

His soul... was trapped inside this piece of paper, and then he became immortal. But what followed was the loss of human senses, or rather, the separation of his soul from his body; he became a walking "skeleton soldier." Any human enjoyment was no longer relevant to Su Mo—until he unintentionally stuffed another person's soul into that tattered piece of paper as well.

This allowed him to briefly regain all the feelings that belong to a human being.

And with each injury, the power consumed was no longer that of Su Mo's incredibly weak yet eternally lingering soul, imprisoned within the paper.

Thus began the legend of the Night King, a tale of bloodlust, cruelty, and evil.

But devouring other people's souls is merely a temporary solution; Su Mo remains a prisoner locked in a cage, barely clinging to life.

As the Dharma-ending Age arrived, the repulsive force that Su Mo was subjected to, or rather the repulsive force that the piece of paper of unknown origin was subjected to, grew stronger and stronger, which led to the battle that night.

With the help of the "power" of this world, Su Mo not only freed his soul from that cage, but also swallowed the piece of paper and became its master!

The Su Mo of the past could at most be considered a prison boss, but the Su Mo of now can be said to be the prison manager, or even the prison itself.

With the shift in dominance, the world consciousness naturally no longer bothers Su Mo, the original inhabitant of this world. It only rejects the mysterious piece of paper, which is now its "person," even though the world as a whole continues to develop towards the end of the Dharma era, or rather, the technological age. Su Mo can now live quite well.

At least it's certain that the situation where you could choke half to death just by drinking water will never happen again.

"What on earth is this thing? Could it be a fragment of the Investiture of the Gods? No, no, the Investiture of the Gods is our own stuff, how can we be so hostile towards it? It must be an alien species." Su Mo stared blankly at the piece of paper in his hand. After a while, a voice came from outside the room, calling Su Mo to have breakfast.

"Coming," Su Mo replied lazily, standing up.

He's currently in a state where he's so poor he only has money left, but this is an economic society, and Su Mo, who controls a lot of wealth, still lives a very comfortable and carefree life.

After breakfast, Su Mo began to think about what to do next—what to eat for lunch.

Those secret agencies are currently preoccupied with their own problems and wouldn't have anyone interested in causing him trouble. As for other state-owned institutions, frankly speaking, although Su Mo has some unclear files among certain high-ranking officials...

However, everyone keeps their distance from such a monster. As long as Su Mo doesn't cause trouble, no one will be foolish enough to bother him.

After all, even nuclear bombs wouldn't be very effective at taking down such a monster—even the most powerful nuclear bomb can only kill it once.

Su Mo is now as carefree as a kindergarten child.

"No wonder Akat kept pursuing battles, he was just too bored." Su Mo remembered that vampire, whose daily routine basically consisted of sleeping, and then drinking blood and fighting when he woke up.

Su Mo used to have goals and aspirations, but now that he has suddenly achieved them, he inevitably feels a bit bored and sometimes reflects on life.

"Mr. Su, your computer has arrived." However, Su Mo was bored for long. His perfect tool for passing the time, a multi-platform computer designed specifically for gaming, had arrived. It contained nearly ten years' worth of games, including VR games that were not yet fully developed.

“Very good.” Su Mo nodded.

After the butler and his men finished installing the computer, they respectfully withdrew.

As a professional housekeeper leading a team, he was somewhat curious about this young and wealthy employer, but his strong work ethic told him that doing his job well was enough.

After all, it's not easy to find employers who pay so readily and generously these days.

At this moment, the generous employer, Su Mo, was leisurely manipulating the controller, playing an ancient game from long ago.

"Ok?"