As the savior, I only want to play single-player games.

Do you pray to gods and Buddhas?

No, only one's own ancestors.

Those beings who were both human and divine possessed divinity without losing their humanity.

Just like parents don't despise their own children, the ancient sword immortal died to hold back the Apocalypse Knight, without even the chance to be reincarnated, but he had no regrets.

They have been reincarnating for thousands of years, experiencing various lives after reincarnation. They only awakened in modern times, not that a thousand-year gap appeared overnight.

In other words, they have witnessed the changes of the times and are able to integrate into this era.

They were not lost; they still possessed humanity.

Survival itself is the most powerful resistance against absurdity: Chapter Six: The Ancestors of Humanity

The domestic situation is stable, not only because they have a deep-rooted cultural heritage, but also because external forces cannot invade.

Another reason is that the authorities have already revealed some of the truth about the spirit world.

It's like an invisible hand manipulating public opinion, making them accept the reality of the world, and subtly influencing people's perceptions to fulfill the prerequisites for the secret technique.

Therefore, their remarks are not out of place in today's world.

With all the groundwork laid beforehand, people have a good understanding of the current situation, so they don't hesitate much when they hear these statements.

The content on the screen was horrifying, and the locations were also marked. People who had been to those cities could even recall related memories.

But now, it looks like a dead city, a scene of lifelessness.

Countless people collapsed and never recovered, their numbers so vast that they were terrifying and unforgettable.

Now, death's scythe is at their necks, and humanity is grasping at a straw, desperately praying for the return of their ancestors.

"Does this method really work?"

In the conference room, someone asked uneasily, after all, this was something that had never happened before.

The call of the people? Can it truly awaken our dormant ancestors and place them back on their divine pedestals?

If they are deities, perhaps they can reappear in the human world through this method.

But nowadays the object of worship is the spiritual medium.

“Master Zhang believed that this method was very ethereal and similar to the power of faith, but many years ago, the power of faith was proven to be ineffective against those with supernatural powers.”

"But there's no better way."

The other person answered, but their voice trembled slightly, and they were very uneasy and uncertain.

Not only him, but many people in the conference hall felt the same way. They already knew very little about the mysterious world, and now even Zhang Tianshi couldn't guarantee a success rate.

The most composed of them was a haggard-looking man.

He was wearing a hospital gown, with tubing and needles inserted, and was receiving an IV drip.

The man looked dejected, like a consumptive, his body emaciated, and he appeared drowsy, oblivious to the noise around him.

The guards around him were used to this and protected him closely.

His name is Qi Zhengbin. After returning from Mount Everest, he became like this.

He can't sleep at night and has no appetite during the day. He was originally in his prime, but now he looks emaciated.

At first, he thought it was a curse, but now he realizes that it is not. It is because of his interpretation of mysterious knowledge that his internal organs and brain have atrophied to a certain extent, and his life force is being constantly devoured by the sentence in his mind.

Although his body was nourished by the return of the spirit world, the actual situation was still not optimistic. Zhang Tianshi predicted that he had at most ten years left to live.

The meeting room erupted in discussion. They held high positions, but now they were also under pressure that was unimaginable to ordinary people.

It wasn't until an old man spoke up: "Alright, calm down and just wait for the result. The situation is chaotic right now, and we only have this one chance."

The old man seemed to want to say something, his mind unsettled, but in the end he didn't say anything and just sighed.

"I never imagined we'd be gambling with the fate of the nation one day..."

Qi Zhengbing, whose physique was similar to that of a starving ghost, struggled to open his eyes. He smiled at the old man with great respect, but his cheekbones were prominent, his eye sockets were sunken, and his face looked like a demon.

"Everything we do carries risks; there are too many things we cannot control."

Qi Zhengbin knew what the old man wanted to say. The country had always sought stability, and in order to ensure its survival in the increasingly chaotic future, it even took the lead in placing the headquarters of the Human Union here.

This is an extremely risky move.

But plans can't keep up with changes. Before the potential threat to the human alliance could be exposed, the scythe of the gods struck first.

And then there's the deep universe. Staring at it for too long gives you a chilling sense of dread, as if the entire universe has become a constantly twisting, living thing.

Qi Zhengbing had no doubt about the mysterious technique he was given; after all, it was something he had risked his life to obtain, and he had almost died because of that mysterious phrase.

He had heard the saying "a god farts" before, which was extraordinary, but he never thought that someone could bring him down to this state with just one sentence.

He was overwhelmed with mixed feelings, not because of the angel of death, but because of something from the depths of the universe.

He vaguely sensed that the Doomsday Knights were not humanity's true enemy; according to Zhang Tianshi, even the gods were forced into this situation.

Otherwise, they wouldn't easily set their sights on humans.

What they want is domination, not slaughter.

What is it that can compel the gods?

They've barely shown themselves and they've already driven them into this state. They're determined to slaughter three-quarters of humanity!

Qi Zhengbin gazed at the satellite display at the other end of the conference hall. In a world unseen by ordinary people, a ray of light, like the Milky Way, disappeared into endless darkness…

He was lost in thought.

Even if humanity manages to survive this catastrophe, is there really hope for the future?

……

Outside, the Death Knight had killed four powerful beings in succession, and whenever he was about to advance, several fearless individuals would appear to block his path.

They themselves may not be as strong as the sword immortal, but they still caused him some trouble. The main reason is that there are many ancient artifacts that have been passed down, and they have a great history. They kept sacrificing ancient artifacts at all costs, and they actually managed to trap him here.

During this period, he only traveled a few hundred miles and felt that he could hardly move an inch.

Life elsewhere is like rice, but life here feels more like fruit trees. Although the sickle is still incredibly sharp, it's not enough to cut down fruit trees. After all, the sickle wasn't made for fighting enemies, but for harvesting life.

Suddenly, through the gap in Pingding's helmet, scarlet eyes stared ahead. As a powerful being at the level of a god, there were few things in the world that could be kept from him.

The Death Knight saw all living beings worshipping, praying, and calling upon their ancestors.

When everyone is of one mind, a strange power can emerge.

A faint, pure white light slowly emerged from this land, rising wisps and strands towards a certain point in the sky.

"The power of faith? Ridiculous! Seeking death! Even the gods dare not use the power of faith to condense their divine bodies!" The Death Knight stared coldly at that direction, preparing to wait for the backlash of the power of faith. When countless people died, he wouldn't need to lift a finger.

But soon, he became somewhat puzzled, realizing that the power seemed to be different from the power of faith.

"How strange. It's not pure faith power; it's more like some kind of source power? Telekinesis?"

More and more mental energy gathered in the sky, faintly condensing into a phantom image above Shennongjia.

The Death Knight grew increasingly uneasy, sensing that something was amiss.

His scarlet eyes gleamed with a cold light; he didn't care what it was, he would harvest it all!

The gray horse riders roared in! This time, there were no obstacles in their way.

"die!"

The Death Knight wields his scythe; he is now the god of death from mythology!

Inside the conference hall, as if a certain opportunity had arisen, a bright light suddenly shot out from the top of Qi Zhengbing's head. The mysterious words that had been lingering in his mind for many days and constantly devouring his life force left and plunged straight into the sky, rushing into the body of the Shennongjia giant.

"wake up!"

The mysterious words were at work, revealing the essence of the matter; they were a truth.

Follow the laws of liars. This is one of the abilities of a liar.

If speaking, doing, and thinking are combined, it is equivalent to a weakened version of the idea that words can become law.

The giant phantom suddenly opened its eyes, like two bolts of lightning streaking across the sky, as if the world had been created anew.

At this moment, the sky above the human realm was extremely gloomy, so dark and oppressive that it was hard to breathe.

And in such a desperate moment, "he" descended into the world.

At Sequence 5, any action leaves a trace in the universe; this is the influence and interference of one's position on the universe.

The collective willpower of all beings serves as an empty shell, connected by bloodlines. Through this trace, the former peak combat power of its owner can be briefly recalled.

Although compared to the original, "he" is just an alternative copy.

So that great master is still lying low, but that doesn't prevent "him" from appearing at his peak. It's just a pity that the price he paid was too heavy, because it was an extremely mentally taxing process. Even if the whole nation shared the burden, for an individual, it was equivalent to not sleeping for a day and a night, which could easily deplete the mental energy of an ordinary person.

"Whom do you want to kill!" the giant roared. He had a dragon's head and a human body, and his imposing presence was extraordinary.

The sound was like thunder, booming and deafening.

He is the manifestation of the ancestor of mankind, possessing past memories and powers. He is both human and god, and once contended with Haotian, the lord of the pantheon!

Survival itself is the most powerful resistance against absurdity: Calvin

As the title says, I'll update tomorrow. I won't be taking any more leave this month.

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Survival itself is the most powerful resistance against absurdity: Chapter Seven: The Battle

He was like a giant standing tall and imposing, with a majestic appearance and inhuman features. His two eyes were like condensed stars embedded in his pupils.

His magnificent phantom pierced through heaven and earth, revealing his true power, making him almost like the creator god in mythology.

His appearance exuded an aura comparable to that of a supreme deity. Rivers, dust, stones, and trees on the ground floated in the air, as if they had lost gravity and entered a state of weightlessness, swirling around him like a meteor shower in the universe.

The whole world noticed this aura; it was so conspicuous, much like Mount Buzhou. Everyone could feel that the ground beneath their feet seemed to have become incredibly heavy, and natural disasters such as earthquakes, volcanoes, and tsunamis were extremely quiet at this moment.

When the people saw that vast figure sheltering them from the wind and rain, they did not feel fear or terror; instead, hope shone in their dim eyes.