Chapter 305: Fire Seed

All ships, attention.

Activate wide-area broadcast mode.

Wang Zhize's voice wasn't a command; it was more like rewriting a line of low‑level code for the entire universe.

"Definition: All residual wills that receive the signal will be granted one… the right to dream."

Buzz—

The living beast fortress named "Number One" had its very essence altered at this moment.

It was no longer a warship.

It became a universe‑scale signal tower spanning the center of the Sea of Despair, a private broadcast station belonging solely to Wang Zhize.

A fluctuation beyond any measurable energy tier radiated from the fortress's Core.

It was neither light nor electricity, nor any known form of energy.

It resembled a logic, a concept, an absolutely "correct" answer that should never appear here.

The fluctuation bypassed every physical and lawful barrier, precisely and gently touching each soul in this sea of refuse that had been soaked in despair and marked by enslavement.

For those wills already numb, the feeling…

It was like a person locked in a sunless iron maiden for eons feeling sunlight on their skin for the first time.

It was like a drowning victim, in the final second of fading consciousness, receiving a breath of fresh air into the lungs.

A sting, yet incredibly lucid!

"Beep, detected a soul‑level Void Net enslavement protocol…"

"Definition: The protocol is illegal binding software, containing high‑risk backdoors, permission level… fragile."

"Execute… force uninstall."

This fluctuation, this "Gospel of Hope," is not a feel‑good pep talk at all, but a total hegemonic command!

It forcibly rewrites these residual wills' "cognitive systems," telling them that the contract (enslavement) that makes them unable to resist, think, or even die is merely a scrap of paper!

Above the ruins of the Holy Light Sanctum.

The last holy knight Augustine, in those dead‑silent eyes, the tiny "backdoor program" planted by Wang Zhize—fainter than stardust—was brazenly activated at this moment!

The airtight "net" deep within his soul was torn open by this domineering "gospel" with an almost imperceptible fissure.

Though only for an instant.

Air surged wildly through that fissure!

Not just him!

On another floating continent wreck, a former mechanical civilization—its countless cores, reformatted and tirelessly supplying computing power to the Void Net—collectively flashed a red light indicating "error".

In a dried river of solidified divine blood, a star‑realm dragon stripped of all power, reduced to a skeleton, sparked a faint azure soul‑flame in its hollow eye sockets.

A spark.

At this moment, it was scattered across the entire Sea of Despair!

These will-"seeds of fire," suppressed to the extreme and deemed useless waste, though so feeble they seemed ready to extinguish in the next breath, erupted with a yearning they themselves had never imagined—

"Who... am I?"

"I... don't want this!"

"... to live on"

The Void Net's response was faster than anyone could imagine.

It was like an ultra‑precise immune system, instantly detecting the emergence of these "abnormal cells."

Hum—

A shrill, soul‑piercing alarm rang, echoing over the whole Sea of Despair.

In the depths of the Void, black doors swung open.

Twisted, powerful silhouettes radiating thick auras of "Order" and "Despair" stepped through.

Void Enslavers!

They are the Void Net's "antivirus programs," the most loyal "stability forces" under the Void Father's command.

Each of them had once been a world‑shaking powerhouse, even the will of a world itself. After their rebellion failed, the Void Father personally erased their selves, infused absolute loyalty, and reshaped them into monsters that know only suppression and enslavement.

The moment they appeared, they locked onto the wills that had just sparked a flame.

A mental shock, colder and murkier than black rain, formed an invisible wave that surged forward.

Within that shock lay their own memories—rebellion, failure, capture, alteration, the endless agony of having destroyed their own world with their own hands.

"Give up."

"Resistance is meaningless."

"See, this is your fate."

It is the most vicious curse.

Using heroes' corpses to intimidate those who yearn to become heroes.

The newly ignited seed of fire quivered violently under this mental shock, on the verge of being snuffed out.

"Roar!"

A brutally savage roar erupted from "Demolition Office Number One"!

Wang Zhitao couldn't wait!

In Wang Zhitao's eyes, these so‑called "Void Enslavers" were steaming platters of a feast delivered right to the mouth! And they looked exquisite!

Black‑gold light shot skyward.

An indescribably massive and ferocious beast tore open space and appeared on the battlefield.

He offered no tactics, but opened his colossal maw—capable of devouring stars—toward the nearest Void Enslaver!

The enslaver, who had once been a psionic sovereign renowned for his mental power, raised his hand and pointed a psychic spear capable of plunging an entire world into an eternal illusion, straight into Wang Zhitao's brow.

However, Wang Zhitao's movement did not pause at all.

The psychic spear struck his body as if it were a toothpick piercing armor, leaving not even a white mark.

"Just this?"

Wang Zhitao's contemptuous thought rang in the opponent's startled consciousness.

The next second.

Crack!

It wasn't the sound of bones shattering, but the crisp snap of a law‑chain being forcibly severed.

The psionic sovereign didn't even have time to scream before Wang Zhitao, together with the sovereign's surrounding laws, swallowed him whole.

"Burp!"

Wang Zhitao let out a loud belch, and a strand of deep, dim light coursed over his black‑golden scale armor.

He felt his spirit‑soul power surge as if he had taken a perfect tonic, suddenly swelling a notch.

"Delicious! More!"

He roared excitedly, like a tyrannosaur charging into a pen of sheep, lunging at the other Void enslavers.

On the bridge of the warship.

Wang Zhe watched his younger brother slaughtering all around, a smile tugging at his mouth.

He lifted a finger and lightly tapped the Void.

"I define: all mental attacks targeting the 'Seed of Hope' shall be converted into a 'Will‑Tempering' effect."

"I define: all psychic control by Void enslavers shall trigger a 'Reverse Awakening'."

His voice fell.

The battlefield situation instantly grew strange.

An enslaver released a despair shock at Augustine, trying to make him kneel again.

But that power surged into Augustine's soul; instead of dousing his hope, it acted like a whetstone, honing his fragile will into greater resilience!

"No..." Augustine's body trembled; he slowly propped himself up with the broken sword and stood.

Another enslaver tried to bewilder a newly awakened Starrealm Dragon with an illusion.

But within the illusion, the enslaved scene instead provoked the dragon's ferocity, causing it to fully recall its past glory and resentment!

"Roar!"

The dragon's soul‑fire surged, spewing a blast of dragon breath at the enslaver!

A silent war erupted across the entire Sea of Despair.

On one side, the Void Net's cost‑free suppression and enslavement.

On the other side, Wang Zhe's awakening, liberation, and Wang Zhitao's... buffet time.

The more Wang Zhitao devours, the stronger he becomes, the braver he fights.

Having devoured the psionic sovereign, he can now simulate simple psychic shocks.

He devoured a Sword‑Path Dominator, and his black‑golden claws, when swung, carried a sword intent that severs causality.

His power expands wildly in an irrational manner!

And as more enslavers are devoured and more wills are liberated, a marvelous change occurs.

The liberated wills, though still weak, cannot directly join the fight.

But they simultaneously project their purest thoughts toward 'Relocation Office No. 1'.

"Thank you..."

"Hope..."

"Freedom..."

Millions upon millions of such thoughts converge into an invisible torrent, surging into Wang Zhe's 'Newborn Realm'.

Wang Zhe clearly feels the tender sprout at the center of his world, representing infinite possibilities, wildly growing under the irrigation of these thoughts!

Above the world's barrier, countless brand‑new runes begin to spontaneously appear.

Those runes represent 'Hope', 'Freedom', 'Resistance', 'Unyielding'...

These are concepts that absolutely do not exist within the Void Net's law system!

"So that's it..."

A flash of insight flickered in Wang Zhe's eyes.

This is not merely liberation, but the convergence of the 'Power of All Beings'! It is a higher‑grade, more essential 'Creation' resource than simply plundering primal laws!

At that moment.

The entire Sea of Despair suddenly stalled.

An indescribable, supreme terror‑will descended.

Father of the Void!

In its will linger a hint of obvious doubt and a trace of anger at being provoked.

It cannot comprehend.

Why do these scraps that it personally 'formatted' and labeled 'waste' suddenly show signs of resistance?

Who?

Who is moving its property?

Wang Zhe felt that will's gaze; instead of restraining himself, he laughed.

He sent, through the entire fortress, a message full of provocation and mockery, precisely into the Father of the Void's will.

Bro, your chive field is too dense; you can't grow good chives.

I'll come help you loosen the soil.