Zongman, starting from the invasion of the Red World Demon King

The old father saw through the girl's softness at a glance. In fact, if he cared about their feelings and education, it would be completely unnecessary, but in this case, the girl would probably have an inseparable connection with that human being.

In the human world, only parents have the right to give life to newborns. Even if she leaves this world in the future, as long as she continues to use the name Shana, she will inevitably think of that man.

This may not be a good thing. No matter how outstanding the boy is, he is just an ordinary person and it is impossible for him to grow up with Shana. The result of forming a bond will only leave pain.

...on the other side at this moment.

In this detached villa, although he is the heir of the Saigo family, the bigger the house is, the better it is when living alone. Yan prefers to live alone. After arranging a room for Shana, Yan returned to his room next to the computer.

He needs to gain combat power as soon as possible.

Turning on the computer, Yan created a program code and built a website that would be used specifically for writing short stories in the future.

Although the authenticity of these stories will most likely be discovered by more and more people, this is exactly the effect Yan wants.

Chapter 8 The mysterious An Tusheng, the final trial, the final end, the digital crisis!

Because of his own interest, Yan once studied coding and hacking techniques for a period of time. Although he is not a master, he has reached a professional level.

Yan found that the light of the mind was quite useful. He already had the Zero Time Lost Child and could feel the power of existence. By using the light of the mind, he could already call upon some of the power of existence.

Whether it is the power of existence, magic, divine power, or superpowers, they are essentially just a type of power energy. How to use and develop it depends entirely on the holder himself.

The Light of the Mind can utilize this power very harmoniously. As a panacea, it can transform the power of its own existence into a mystery that strengthens his skills according to Yan's ideas, allowing him to skip the process of creating a ritual and directly achieve the result he wants.

If this can be achieved in theory, then the process can be skipped directly.

Of course - this is an act that wastes a lot of existential power. Although it simplifies the process, it consumes more existential power. The more complicated the technique is and the more difficult it is for you to understand how to do it, the more difficult it will be to replicate it. A huge amount of existential power will be required to achieve a miracle.

Compared to copying, the difficulty of creation increases exponentially.

But - it doesn't matter, all Yan needs is to add a little mystery to his programming ability.

A little power that prevents people in the world from locating his IP address through the Internet, and a little bit of mental interference technique.

Since I have decided to expose the crisis the world is facing, simply showing my memories in the form of a video is somewhat lacking in impact and shock. I don't know for sure if someone will actually treat it as a special effects blockbuster.

But it would be different if it were revealed in the form of magical words that could influence people's hearts.

Let the words have mystery and magic, so that just reading can affect people's minds and make them see what Yan wants them to see.

Words and text have magical powers. Isn't this a very common thing in various mystical world settings?

This kind of mystery that cannot be explained by science can just magnify human fantasy to a great extent.

Yan provides a part and lets them fill in the rest in their own imagination, giving them enough scope for thinking and allowing them to explore and discover the truth by themselves. This is more relatable than telling them the truth directly from the perspective of the parties involved.

People will only believe what they judge with their own wisdom! This is the arrogance inherent in being the ruler of the planet and the chief primate.

Nickname: An Tusheng

Gender: Confidential

Age: Confidential

Occupation: Confidential

Personal Profile: I make no promises of completion, no guarantees of update schedules, no filling in gaps, no answers, no friend requests, no commercial connections... I guarantee only in my capacity as a human observer that everything I write is true. This isn't a rejection, but rather an understanding. And precisely because of this, no one can write a story more sincerely than I can.

I write, you read, please be quiet!

With the blessing of the light of his soul, Yan Wen's ideas flowed freely, and his writing skills were greatly improved.

Of course, Yan does not have high requirements for writing style, as long as it is just readable.

No matter how crappy the words are, as long as they can release the magic behind them, they will be a mystery full of awe and impact for modern humans.

I forgot to mention——

The spiritual light he used at this time was exactly what he got from Shana. He just gave her a name, and from then on, the spiritual light he could get from Shana began to grow rapidly, and it has not calmed down until now. It seems that the name has a really great impact on the child.

Especially the destined name Shana, which has extraordinary meaning to it.

Naming is also a science. Haven’t you seen that in the neighboring world of Date a Battle, Shido Gokawa was naming the princess with those ugly names. Until the name Tohka appeared, he was almost chopped to death by the out-of-control Tohka several times.

And now - to fill the website that is too blank.

Yan did not start writing down what happened today right away. Instead, he typed out a few title column pages.

The Final Trial of Humanity - Absolute Evil, The Final Trial of Humanity - Dystopia, The Final End of Humanity - Earth of Steel, The Final End of Humanity - Coral of the Moon;

Then - various disasters that may threaten the peace of the world in the future, such as the Digital Crisis, the Protovirus Disaster, the Kabane Disaster, the Ghoul Disaster, the Hollows, the Demons, etc., just list a title for whatever Yan thinks of, maybe it will come in handy someday.

Seeing that there were already a lot of titles listed and the entire page was becoming richer, Yan stopped reading when it was almost readable.

These crises may or may not happen in the future. Anyway, it is mentioned in his personal profile and there is no guarantee that they will be filled.

Who knows which worlds will approach the main world in the next few years? Even if they do, as long as there is no violent collision between the two worlds, no world channel will be produced and they will not affect each other - let people imagine it for themselves.

He only proved that what he wrote was real, but as to whether it happened in their world or in some other world - who knows?

Finally, the real work began. Yan opened the first chapter - the monster that feeds on existence, the visitor from the red world - the red world apostle.

Then he began to describe it in a novel-like form.

It just so happens that I have a ready-made one in my memory, so I can release it directly after a little polishing.

The late-blooming cherry blossoms of Tokyo, in full bloom as usual... a day that should have remained unchanged, just like any other. It was... a day that should have lasted forever. The youth of that time couldn't have imagined the completely different world they would see after this. And... the death of humanity...

Accompanied by the crackling sound of knocking, the bright red background curtain unfolded like a dark fairy tale, and black handwriting began to emerge.

Yan started working and kept typing on the keyboard, occasionally picking up the cup next to him to drink some water, and then continued working.

Time passed quietly.

……

I don’t know how long it took, but it was getting dark, ding dong~!

Late at night, a mysterious website recording a special story quietly appeared on the Internet.

Under Yan's intentional control, the website began to push information to its designated targets, of course - not only the heroines, but also some lucky ordinary people used for testing.

In order to test the qualitative and quantitative differences between the spiritual light provided by ordinary people and the spiritual light provided by those beings he is familiar with.

At the same time, on the other side - as a night owl, Kato Megumi, who was dressed coolly, with only a T-shirt on her upper body and bare legs, was lying on the quilt in her room, surfing the Internet aimlessly.

A network window suddenly popped up, startling Kato Megumi who was originally watching a video. Due to her personality, her expression did not change at all, and she just calmly slid her finger to the upper right corner to plug it out.

"It should be some small virus website."

She had only heard of viral pop-ups appearing when browsing small pornographic websites, but she never visited those kinds of websites. Could she be attacked by viruses now? Internet viruses are omnipresent - they are so terribly invasive.

Suddenly [Seven is Gu Jiu Temple guilt ~ Yue Yi——

Kato Megumi's eyes swept across the words on the website. Those words seemed to have a magical attraction, causing her fingers that were about to close the website to hang in mid-air.

The final trial of mankind, the final end of mankind - the Land of Steel, the Protovirus Disaster, the Digital Crisis, these... what are they?

With her head tilted slightly and her expressionless face, Hui inadvertently acted cute but no one noticed.

Although Hui's face showed no expression, in fact, every time she read the word of the title, she felt as if her heart skipped a beat, as if there was some horrible truth behind it.

"What a cheesy title..." In order to hide the inexplicable panic in her heart, Xiaohui stretched out her hand and gently pressed on the soft pai, complaining subconsciously.

Is this a fantasy apocalyptic website?

The first thing I did after waking up after Chapter 9 was to check if there was a blue flame on my chest.

But, this can't be true.

Their world is very peaceful. Apart from the Third World War, which is so far away and no one knows whether it will exist in the future, what else can be called the final test and the ultimate disaster of mankind?

Then there are crises that we have never heard of.

Only the enterovirus can remind him of something.

Could it be that a virus leaked from a secret laboratory base in Milliken, causing the world to fall into a doomsday world like in a zombie movie?

Suddenly, Kato Megumi saw the entire column at the top, including the author's nickname and personal link. Out of curiosity, she clicked to check it out, and then saw the extremely arrogant and mysterious personal introduction.

"Andersen" - well, shouldn't it be Andersen?

This is probably an imitation of the pen name of that famous fairy tale writer, the world-weary writer.

This pen name gives me the feeling that even if I write a fairy tale, it will definitely be a dark fairy tale.

Thinking about the cryptic titles on the website, Kato Megumi realized something was happening. "To some extent, it really is a dark fairy tale."

...This author's profile is quite arrogant. Even if Hui only reads novels occasionally, she knows that new writers are always asking for clicks, collections, and data.

Even those bloggers who have become a little famous on Twitter look very humble, treating their readers as their fathers, wishing they could hold them in their hands for fear that they would melt, and kowtow to their readers on the spot to ask for their attention.

If the click rate plummets, these bloggers will cry their hearts out and then post a video to beg for traffic;

This series of non-guarantees and the overbearing attitude that does not allow any rebuttal made me feel so arrogant when I wrote it that even Xiaohui, who usually has a good temper, felt the urge to slap the author.

So arrogant~!

Are you really not afraid of sudden death? It seems like this is genuinely entertainment writing with no profit in mind. It's probably not Japanese. People living in Japan tend to be weak, cowardly, and afraid of being bullied. They don't have the luxury of being so assertive in front of their breadwinners.

Even among those veteran bloggers and masters in the light novel world, few can be so outspoken.

By the way, will anyone really buy into this kind of creation?

Then - under the influence of an inexplicable magic, Xiaohui's body became very honest. From wanting to reject it without hesitation at the beginning, she now began to be interested in his work.

In order to verify why just seeing these titles made her feel particularly depressed, Hui subconsciously clicked on one of them, "The Final Trial of Humanity - Dystopia."

"Eh?"

No?

I clicked on it with great interest, but found it was blank and the update had not started at all.

Hui-chan was furious, and suddenly felt as if she had been deceived and her feelings had been toyed with.

He really loves playing pranks on people. But——

As expected - they are all fake.

Thinking of this, Kato Kei also breathed a sigh of relief.

She was just too timid and was scaring herself. Nothing happened, nothing at all.

But she's clearly not such a timid girl. These titles don't actually seem to have any horror elements, so why do they give her a demonic feeling?

His eyes were somewhat dazed, but his fingers were already consciously clicking on other titles one after another, until - when he opened the chapter on the Apostles of the Red World, it was no longer empty, but a long paragraph of text was refreshed.

Kato Megumi was slightly stunned, and then her mind was quickly drawn into the story.

The late-blooming cherry blossoms of Tokyo, in full bloom as usual... a day that should have remained unchanged, just like any other. It was... a day that should have lasted forever. The boy of that time couldn't have imagined the completely different world he would see after this. And... the death of humanity...

As the text unfolded, her spirit seemed to be gradually dragged into an extremely real world.

An illusory dream that makes it difficult to distinguish between reality and illusion begins like this!

……

It was a very long nightmare.

I don’t know how long it had been, but I stood in the perspective of God and witnessed the day when an ordinary boy and a fiery girl met in that bright red world.

He witnessed the horrific day when humanity was silently devoured by the Crimson Apostle—no, by his even weaker subordinate, the Phosphorus.

I witnessed that pitiful day under the setting sun—a day so sad it made me want to cry. Even though I had disappeared, the other children who were my companions remained indifferent, not noticing anything unusual.

Kato Megumi's little face had turned pale without her knowing when.

As the overlord of the earth, he claims to be the strongest primate life form on the planet, but he is slaughtered like pigs and sheep to be slaughtered by a monster named Phosphorus, who sounds like a mere minnow under the Red World Apostle.

At that moment, the perspective seemed to be locked on one of the many humans who were unable to move at the time.

He could only watch in despair and horror as his existence was devoured by the monster, as he turned into a torch, and realized the truth that he was already dead.

He was still standing there, but—actually, he was already dead?

Let me put this into perspective for a moment - the one who survived is just a false, empty shell who thinks she is still Kato Megumi.

Subconsciously - when everything was over, I couldn't help but follow the boy named Saigo Homura and the flaming-haired girl named Hui. Later, I heard more secrets and witnessed with my own eyes the four little boys playing together, but they were completely indifferent and unaware of the boy who burned up and disappeared.

This scene was a bit too effective for Kato Megumi! Her PTSD has started to set in!!

Horrible, so terrible——!

In reality, because her sense of existence is too weak, she has often been ignored by teachers and classmates since kindergarten, called by the wrong name, and sometimes even her family members are unaware of her existence.

Although this kind of life was very troublesome for Hui Qian, it had not yet risen to the point of being frightening.