Star Iron: Imaginary numbers? Dude, I play with quantum reconstruction.

What do they call me in the organization?

"Thunder...you're leaving? Right? We always thought you were the one casting your gaze upon the Wanderer..."

The middle-aged man in front of Jing Yuan gritted his teeth, his hand already reaching for his waist.

"If Tian Gong's reason for withdrawing his gaze is to continue watching us fight a losing battle... then for the sake of the organization, I will not agree."

"As a hunter, I won't accept this! You should at least leave something behind!"

Looking at the dark muzzle of the gun, Jing Yuan frowned. "It seems you've forgotten why you fired your first shot when you became a Hunter Leader."

"puff--"

A bullet that appeared out of nowhere pierced through Xie Qing's chest. A trace of regret welled up in Jing Yuan's eyes, but he had seen this scene no less than ten times.

"This time, I will leave nothing behind."

From the third time onwards, he had become cold and decisive.

As long as the emperor is alive, the crown prince will always be the crown prince. But if the emperor makes the crown prince the emperor, the crown prince will still seek death.

Epilogue 3 (Bonus Chapter)

"Done! No strong ones at all, how boring... Ancient beasts, I'll probably forget about you in three hours."

Having landed on a desert planet, Qiong opened the cockpit of the Creation Engine.

"Automatically log out if you don't enter combat for three hours... This setting is like the rules of an online game."

While waiting, he took out his phone.

"No signal? I remember having a phone case in my bag."

The Qiong installed the signal king left by the star, and the result was... nearly a thousand messages popped up.

"What the hell? Starry Sky Peace Company? What the hell is that? How did I become the chairman?"

"Why are they keeping sending me messages? I'm the chairman of the board, don't I have a secretary? Shouldn't this kind of thing be handled by a secretary? It feels like a scam..."

Why can't I uninstall this lousy software?

"Damn it, my phone has a virus?"

Qiong sat in the creation engine for three hours, fiddling with it, but still couldn't delete the Starry Sky Peace Company that kept popping up messages.

Until he returned to the carriage.

"What on earth is this? Could some shell company have kidnapped me and made me their legal representative? How did they get my information? Can Phantom Moon Game be restarted? I want to borrow some wish power to revise it again..."

"Hey buddy, where have you been? You don't look too happy."

Looking into Xi Lian's eyes, Qiong said in a serious tone, "I might have to go to jail for a little while in a couple of days."

"Go to jail? Why?"

Qiong remained silent and displayed the interface on her phone.

"Look, when did I become so rich? I don't even know myself. I seriously suspect that either some shell company pulled me in as the legal representative, or... my phone might have a little virus."

"I'm in the open while the enemy is in the shadows. I can't even find out who did it. My sister is like a dead person; she doesn't answer the phone or reply to text messages. Her profile picture is still gray."

Xi Lian looked at the familiar page. "Partner, is this what you mean? Everyone has this. Bai E has already gone to the address, and I think we should get a reply soon."

"You have them all? Hmm, which company owns this one? Aren't you afraid of being extorted for copyright fees by Interstellar Peace Corporation for this name?"

"According to Danheng, it seems to be the same Interstellar Peace Company from before. In March, she told me not to worry, saying that Uncle Yang used to be the leader of a large organization, and asked me to give her the stone tablet. She said that Mr. Walter Yang is experienced and will definitely handle it well."

To Qiong, this meant she could simply hand the position to Welt.

"Can we just dump this position on Uncle Yang? The solution is that simple? Mimi, you're a genius!"

"Promote Uncle Yang. What do you mean by duplicate positions? Then delete this vice chairman first." Qiong picked up his phone and, after a few taps, successfully promoted Walter to chairman.

"How did I become the vice chairman again? What kind of crap is this?"

At this moment, Qiong's brain was working at lightning speed, and the wisdom that Beloberg had accumulated over 700 years opened up an unprecedented path for him.

"I can only register an account using the train conductor's identity information. It's impossible for my sister; based on what I know about her, she might be the one who got me the chairman position."

"Otherwise, she wouldn't have needed to pretend to be dead. It's true that my sister loves to trick me, no, she tricked me even when she was younger."

"Mimi, can you get the train conductor's ID card?"

Xi Lian: ?

"They...can indeed do it, but wouldn't that be bad for the train conductor?"

“The train conductor works hard every day on the train but has nothing to do. I was afraid he would be too lonely, so... I decided to find him something to do.”

"Okay, what you said seems to be..." The more Xi Lian listened to this sentence, the more it sounded like a grammatically incorrect sentence with contradictory logic.

"Never mind what I say, I just don't want to do this. Who knows what the company is up to? Didn't they say they had some kind of alliance the other day? Maybe they're trying to drag us into it."

"But isn't Nanook already dead? And his parents ran away, so now in this universe... wouldn't Bai Er and I become the two biggest destroyers?"

"According to Dad's rules, those whose individual strength surpasses that of the Doomsday Beast will ascend to the Fish-Bombing Zone... but the problem is that we have the right to choose."

Xi Lian: ?

"So, buddy, what does this have to do with the train conductor's ID card?"

Qiong's intelligence suddenly surged, as if the last of Belloberg's 700 years of wisdom had been unleashed. "Fine, I'll be blunt. I don't want to be a babysitter. Giving me such great benefits and such a high position, isn't it just to make me the company's protector? As an ambitious pioneer, how can I be corrupted by money?"

"Would I become the company's ultimate weapon just because he gave me so many benefits?"

"Impossible, okay. Who knows how many people the company has offended in the past? Once Cripper falls, they'll definitely be purged."

After much pleading and cajoling from Qiong, Xi Lian finally managed to retrieve Pam's ID card from her past memories.

As soon as Qiong finished taking the photo, the identity verification was triggered.

"Damn it, they even have facial recognition now?"

"Wait a minute, can the train conductor's face really pass facial recognition? That can't be considered a human face at all."

"Friend, actually, other people can do this kind of thing too."

Xi Lian then created a Pam memory.

"Wow? It has this function? Speaking of which... the train conductor should be able to handle it, right? After all, if someone can control our train conductor, they must have some amazing skills they haven't used yet."

Qiong showed the phone to Pam's memory, muttering, "Open your mouth, blink, turn your head to the left, nod downwards... Okay, stay still."

The scene is like a student using a hypnosis app on a yellow dog on their way home. They're very close to God, but very far from humanity.

"Registration successful! Train conductor, as my dad would say: Heaven is about to bestow a great responsibility upon this person!"

......

"More crises than surprises along the way? Pa? Papa ...

"Whose information card is this?"

Pam pulled out her constantly vibrating phone with her chubby little hand, and when she saw the message, she was almost scared to death.

That clear headshot, that perfectly accurate identification number, and that exact balance.

Apart from the vice chairman, it was familiar with all the other information.

"Who...who transferred the company to me?! Why can't I delete it?! So this wasn't a prank?!"

The vehicle had been physically destroyed; the entire carload of people were company executives.

It had heard Walter say this an hour ago, and it thought it was fake. It even told Walter not to joke with it.

Now things are really going to get tough. It's like a great mission has been placed on Spam. He's not just going to bring a whole carload of people, but also half the galaxy of people.

With a roll of his eyes, the train conductor collapsed next to the potted plant.

......

At this moment, Bai E has arrived at the most expensive place in the galaxy—Pierpoint.

"Where is the planet?"

Bai E took out his phone and compared it to the surrounding starry sky.

"This star...and this ring...it matches, this should be the place."

"Business consolidation? What business is this? Where did this planet called Pierpoint go? Who played this prank?"

After pondering for a while, Bai E finally concluded that Pierpont must have had relatively high combat power and had collectively ascended to the fish-bombing zone.

"In that case...I'll go too."

Epilogue 4 (Bonus Chapter)

In the vast and boundless fish-exploding zone, all individual powerhouses whose total energy exceeds that of the Doomsday Beast will ascend to immortality.

Without a doubt, the almost extinct ancient beasts and insect swarms were the first to ascend.

The ascension site that Bai'er chose was undoubtedly a place where a bunch of remnants of the enhanced Legion, created by King Forger and Dying Light, would be waiting for him upon landing.

Their scarlet shells, the heat that distorts vision, and the gushing, scalding golden blood—it's clear they're no ordinary phantom soldiers.

After looking around, two words immediately popped into Bai E's mind: "Trap?!"

Bai E transformed instantly, gold staining his azure eyes, "The remnants of destruction, are actually here?"

After Bai E transformed, the surrounding Void Soldiers quieted down, like soldiers waiting for orders.

Do weapons also feel fear?

There was no pity in Bai E's eyes, only the burning of blood and fire.

The blazing daylight is like God's brushstrokes, dividing the entire Milky Way in two.

Even though the illusory soldiers had shown him their submission, he still had a biased view of destruction, let alone these illusory soldiers whose bodies were covered in golden blood.

A drama unfolded where the ruler commanded his subject to die, and the subject had no choice but to die.

These illusory soldiers have no consciousness; they are merely weapons. Even if they possess a faint consciousness, they would still believe that this destruction is a trial for the Great Lord.

When the last meteorite extinguished, when the blazing day lost its initial brilliance.