Chapter 375: Infinite (Please Refresh)

"This question is easy to answer," young Shin said, resting his chin and nodding, then hesitantly glancing at his right hand and smiling awkwardly:

"But could you please not hurt a child's right hand?"

"I'm helping Sister Illya in this timeline! Isn't it going too far to chop off my right hand again?"

The image of his right hand being severed had already occurred over a dozen times in this Parallel World—this man was utterly inexplicable.

Although Gilgamesh feared neither death nor strong opponents, suffering undeserved misfortune was deeply unpleasant.

"Why would I chop off your hand? I don't even know you."

"It seems you have their memories? Where is Illya? And Black? I need to take them back."

"Yuanban, Luweiya, you shouldn't have brought a primary school student to such a dangerous place!"

As Weigong Shilang spoke, a sudden surge of chaotic memories caused him dizziness; he pressed his forehead to suppress the discomfort.

These sudden, unstable forces and memories, though partially absorbed over time, still occasionally left him weakened from forcibly squeezing his potential.

"It appears the true original has awakened; your powers and memories are merely side effects," young Shin analyzed:

"Though my counterpart in the Servant Universe seems to hold a different view of your existence."

"Hmm, but my ability to observe him is limited—for now, let's assume that."

To others, young Shin now seemed like a madman, while Weigong Shilang, in his odd state, was even more confused.

"You're Weigong Jun, right?" Yuanban Lin asked Weigong Shilang: "What exactly is your condition?"

"Now isn't the time to discuss that—look at that hole over there," young Shin said, pointing at the hole atop the King of Giants' head with a gleeful expression.

"That Darius over there is the culprit behind this planet's destruction. Sister Illya has traveled back thousands of years to save the world; by all normal logic, her existence should have vanished."

"What will you do, Sword God Big Brother?"

"Wait, didn't you say you wouldn't touch me?"

Young Shin, as Weigong Shilang lifted him, felt puzzled.

"Mind showing me the way?"

"Huh?!"

Before he could react, Weigong Shilang leapt with him, soaring straight toward the frozen King of Giants—apparently intending to jump directly into the black sun within his thorned crown.

"I'm a Servant! Are you insane?!!!"

Vast rains of light poured from the solid darkness; the blood of Servants and Daoists bloomed like mist and haze, staining the sky.

Mountains shattered into pieces, oceans overturned, stars fell like rain—every moment saw beings perish, every moment saw new entities join the endless battle against Han Bafang.

An ancient Xuan Saint of the Daoist sect retracted the primordial dust sword he had forged from beyond the heavens; his spiritual energy was drained, his spirit weary.

"As my master predicted, these worlds called Simulation Universes are likely real worlds that some Great Ones have turned into experimental grounds," he thought with fear and concern:

"I wonder whether these natives were created by one of those Great Ones, or…"

"Why care so much? I think you'd make a good monk. How about it, Daoist Priest? Want me to shave your head?" the Battle Buddha Sect's Xuan Saint teased his old friend he hadn't seen in years.

"Can't you see they're either puppets or special powerful spiritual entities? They revive in fixed locations after death—just with longer cooldowns than us."

"I've been slashing through the Heavenly Veil Beast all the way to the Outer Universe's defense line and haven't lost a single point of merit—I'm not scared, why are you?"

When the Virtual World first spread among Daoists, a Jie Immortal once entered the "First Universe"; after meeting Senior Su Lin, he said only three things.

The Simulation Universe is very likely a real world.

Senior Su Lin is incomparable to any Long-Lived being.

Only an idiot would shut himself away in seclusion without testing it.

So this time, the number of Daoists arriving far exceeded the last; but due to limited access time, Huangshan Zhenjun and his faction, along with several major orthodox powers, formed a strict review organization—any Daoist wishing to enter this world must pass real-name verification, so the current player count is around eighty thousand.

Aside from the demonic sects, led by Wuji Demon Sect, whose protests were rejected, the outside world now had long lines of Daoists waiting; even Daoists on other planets received messages from their sect elders, returning to Earth overnight to queue for entry.

"You're right—no need to worry about this," the Daoist Xuan Saint shook his head, sincerely saying: "Thanks, bald monk. I'll buy you drinks another day."

"To hell with the drinks—Amitabha! No swearing—I'm a monk, sin, sin!" The Battle Buddha Sect's Xuan Saint quickly clasped his hands, standing in place and chanting sutras.

"Still, this situation isn't favorable for us," said the Daoist Xuan Saint:

"The number of Servant-like entities exceeds ours; their average strength is at least White Zunzhe level, most can release Treasures with power rivaling Xuan Saints or higher, plus their advanced technology and the Qin Immortal mechanical armies…"

"Here you go again—why worry so much?!" The Battle Buddha Sect's Xuan Saint couldn't stand this man: a Daoist Priest who cultivated the Dao of Nature yet constantly fretted over everything.

"Have you swallowed all those background characters into your belly?"

"This is clearly a trial set by Senior Su Lin for the younger generation—if it were truly war, he'd have already led us to crush them."

"Open your dog eyes—the mission says 'Defend the Solar System,' not 'Fly out of the Solar System!!'"

The Daoist Xuan Saint suddenly understood, then asked again: "But what if ordinary…"

"Huh—! Sin, sin—I'll descend into hell so others don't have to." The Battle Buddha Sect's Xuan Saint quickly apologized, then instantly destroyed himself via Nirvana Extinction, merging into the radiant Treasure light of the Type-Moon World battlefield.

Boom—

Especially Especially Especially Xiao Yan watched the magnificent golden lotus of merit blossom, feeling tempted to seek out other worlds to absorb some merit-fire of good and evil—rumor said such things existed.

He hovered in midair, no Qi wings behind him; the Strange Fire brushed his ancient ruler, revealing its true form.

"Flame Split—"

"Flame Devouring Wave Ruler!"

The burning flames, amplified by some dimensional force, suddenly surged to an absurd intensity—becoming true fire that scorched the heavens and boiled the seas.

The torn space formed a fiery abyss, swallowing a planet-class warship like a whale.

"Why do you shout out your technique names?" Ye Fan asked beside him. "Still stuck in your middle-school phase?"

As Especially Especially Especially Xiao Yan retracted the ancient ruler onto his back, he turned and said: "This is my Treasure—its full name is the Flame Splitting, Wave Devouring Ruler, Star Dou Zong rank."

"I've got the All Character Secret at Dragon Transformation level," Ye Fan shook his head, pointing to a star in the sky radiating brilliant golden light: "Go spar with Grandmaster Zhongli?" "Next time—for sure, after I ascend as a Dou Emperor," Especially Especially Especially Xiao Yan looked at the sky, fell silent, then after a moment's thought, said:

"One hundred days to establish the Foundation, open the acupoints."

"Five dynasties of primordial energy, Three Flowers converge at the crown."

"I've nearly mastered all these techniques that Su Lin and Meng Qi shared; I've been here for almost two and a half years, and the time outside should be about the same now."

Su Lin granted the temporal management authority of this extradimensional rift to the Space God, an old friend of Pizi Long, so even when he's absent, the rift can still generate a time differential.

This was essentially Su Lin's special favor to his group members during the new server's launch period—skills that players normally need to complete quests, earn merit, and reach certain levels to learn were fully open to them.

"Doesn't this make me, Especially Especially Especially Xiao Yan, just hitching a ride with Su Lin?" Especially Especially Especially Xiao Yan frowned and said, "A true man born between heaven and earth shouldn't sit idly on someone else's carriage forever."

"Impressive." Ye Fan glanced at the sales figures Black Emperor had sent him and added casually:

"Then go back and follow the traditional path; when you fight Hun Tian Di, I'll set up a betting booth—I'll even hold the opponent down with one hand if you lose."

Especially Especially Especially Xiao Yan immediately changed his expression: "Forget it. At least it's better than chasing after the carriage on foot. I'll just help Gui Ge take down the Cosmic Emperor later as payment."

"Do you think with Gui Ge's speed—" Ye Fan didn't finish his sentence when an anomaly erupted from afar.

Layer upon layer of spatial barriers appeared, revealing Earth reflected across every alternate world of the Dimensional Corridor.

At this moment, time resumed synchronization.

"Holy Grail? It seems time has come."

Xing held up a tablet, pointing to the previously undownloadable "Ordinary Deity's Cultivation," her face filled with sorrow: "Big Brother Han, without a membership, you really can't cultivate, right?!"

Han Li put down the cultivation technique he was reading and said, "Miss Xing, you're already cultivating. Was your week-long disappearance just to go back and download these things?"

"These are all remedies to prevent me from falling into demonic deviation," Xing declared solemnly.

"If I keep learning, my brain will overload. Big Brother Han, when will you unlock the Spirit Realm arc? I want to see the little fox."

Han Li sighed helplessly—her talent could rightly be called heavenly, yet her personality was exactly this way.

To be honest,

he couldn't handle her.

"These sword techniques you—" Han Li's words were cut short as the sky abruptly changed.

A star map formed from countless tiny points of light—each fragment a shard of the Great Holy Grail.

Each Great Holy Grail shard from different Parallel Worlds was now establishing a connection with its original world's Great Holy Grail.

On the earth below, one hundred and eight Great Holy Grails were now saturated with magical energy; lacking few Servant souls, their blue hollows twisted space, inhaling and exhaling humanity's purest wishes.

"The time for this cultivation session is up."

Boom! —An oak beer mug slammed onto the table with a heavy thud.

"Sigh, I thought this Holy Grail War would start soon—I even promised my Master that the Holy Grail War wasn't over yet."

"Burp!"

"I spent ages deciding on that entrance style, and yet these people won't cooperate—they just start fighting right away, damn it!!!"

"Every day I come home to that stern face asking when I'll restart the Holy Grail War! How was I supposed to know the Creator would suddenly pull this stunt?!"

Tenzan Lixiang stared thoughtfully at the drunken Kirschtaria seated at the next table—an unknown drunkard from some Parallel World.

Accompanied by Kuang Dao Sanlang, the group had finally reached the instance world closest to 'Earth,' but were blocked from going further.

So, besides daily teleportation via transport potions, their remaining rest time was spent at this extradimensional tavern, since the portal to Earth sat right there—any moment it might open.

"Wang Jiang, I've told you a hundred times—we're peaceful people," said the messy-haired young man, downing a bottle of immortal-brewed special champagne in one gulp, then slinging an arm around Kirschtaria's shoulder. "You know the saying—it's not our fault, it's the world's."

"Violence is no good. Come on, clink glasses!"

If Tenzan Lixiang remembered correctly, that was Nidhogg from the TV series—said to be modeled after the protagonist from "Dragon Raja," whose real name was Lu Mingfei.

She knew because the cultivation bookstore in this "Simulated Universe" carried not only the "Fate" series but also other literary works, including all three volumes of "Dragon Raja."

He clinked glasses with Kirschtaria, drunk and slumped like a burnt-out office worker, suddenly burying his face and shouting:

"Performance! Performance! Performance! My employment contract is the worst of all!"

"I'm worth only a glass bead, waaahhh..."

"I've been trying my best to play Odin and cause trouble in Parallel Worlds, but besides playing Odin, I've got nothing left!"

"Fuk! Zhou Mingrui! You little brat, where the hell did you get your performance numbers from?!"

They weren't just like office workers—they were practically under a bottom-tier elimination system?

"Burp!" Kirschtaria belched, then looked up and said, "Why not play Nidhogg? Even Deathwing from World of Warcraft would work."

"I'm a perfectly normal human—my wife, hey, my girlfriend's human too—why would I turn into a dragon?" Lu Mingfei raised an eyebrow and leaned close to Kirschtaria's ear, whispering:

"The advantage of wearing a disguise is that when things go wrong, Odin takes the blame."

As the two drunks chatted, noise erupted outside the tavern.

Tenzan Lixiang looked out the window:

"The gate's open?!"

From within the warm, springlike paradise, Su Lin stepped out—and with a single step, reached the edge of the Solar System.

Gilgamesh, wielding Ea, had fully gathered his power and unleashed it in a full-force strike toward the Dimensional Corridor.

The primordial light, reenacting the birth of the universe, slammed into the Everlasting Furnace radiating divine light—the void trembled, and countless stars within its radius turned to dust.

"Senior!" Jiang Taixu frowned: "This power—"

"Leave it to me." Su Lin stood between the two terrifying forces, his figure growing ever more radiant. He gazed at Gilgamesh, straining to cut open the entire universe, and smiled:

"Leave it to me." Su Lin stood within the gap between these two terrifying forces, his figure growing ever more radiant as he gazed at Gilgamesh, who was straining to output power as if slicing open the entire universe, and smiled:

He curled his index finger slightly, assuming the gesture of a flick.

"Let there be light."

It seemed like he'd flicked off a tiny speck—but in an instant,

Infinite light surged across the stars, drowning out the original crimson, and countless soul fragments, like falling snow, finally broke free, streaming toward Su Lin in a thousand ribbons of color.

Endless light raced across the starry sky, drowning out the primordial crimson, and countless soul fragments, like endless snowflakes, finally broke free of their bonds, carrying ten thousand ribbons of color as they converged upon Su Lin.

Tonight, just a little later