I'm a Minor!

"It's over?"

[Sai Wangli] At this moment, he is as bewildered as an elderly person living alone.

The fireball exploded, trapping him in a cell; he felt a sense of familiarity.

He knew every point in this prison, he could see through it, and he understood the principles behind it, but the ever-changing Spells and energies, and the constantly Evolution structure, left him overwhelmed.

He can create this Encrypted Mana, because Scholars themselves can.

But after the Scholars created it, they didn't study how to use this Mana, so he didn't know how either.

If [Sai Wangli]'s Attributes are still at their peak, then he can dismantle it using its high Attributes; if he can build it, he can dismantle it.

But the current Attributes don't allow it; even Su Luo himself can't do it when he logs in, so he can't either.

The energy within him began to be absorbed, leaving his body and evaporating in vain in the [Wasteland].

[Sai Wangli] wanted to make one last push, so he directly transferred the Encrypted Mana to the Space Dao Fruit hanging next to his consciousness, forcibly converting the Encrypted Mana power into regular Qi, wanting to follow the old path of Su Luo's previous era.

The converted spiritual energy is also being absorbed, and the efficiency in the [Wasteland] is extremely low, otherwise Su Luo would have converted the Qi long ago.

The anxious [Sai Wangli] had looked at Su Luo's Talent class, Su Luo's chat history, Su Luo's knowledge base, and Su Luo's System Space...

There are many items in the System Space, but because Large Dungeons restrict Survivors to their full strength, most of them cannot be retrieved.

[Sai Wangli] saw the components of the [World-Breaking Engine], the Encrypted Mana, various materials, and the [Story Instance Scroll].

On a pile of rubbish in the corner, this scroll sat alone, extremely conspicuous.

[Story Instance Scroll]

[Use this to enter a random story Dungeon. Completing the quest will reward you with a prize. Cost: 24 hours]

The [Story Instance Scroll] appeared briefly in [Sai Wangli]'s hands and then disappeared.

It is an item that can be removed.

That must have been arranged by the Scholars.

He was completely disillusioned.

[Sai Wangli] stopped releasing Mana from the System Space and lay peacefully in the Black Flame Prison, motionless.

In this era, there is less than half an hour left. He only needs to do nothing to reach the next era.

He patiently went through all the information on the Scholar's panel, their growth trajectory, and every private chat message from the market supervisor.

I scrolled through all the chat rooms, read through the status bar, and even checked the system email records, but they had all been cleared.

No relevant information was found.

The fact that Scholars placed this unknown scroll in such a prominent position in the System Space clearly indicates another new game being played.

He had never heard of being in Dungeon and being able to enter other Dungeon.

Can something Scholar gives you be anything good?

If you grab something and find a pile of poop, you can say you're lucky.

Moreover, it takes 24 hours. Even if you don't die after using it, what will happen after you get out?

Like these unfortunate souls, stuck in this era, destined to continue serving time in prison?

"Scholars... heh, Scholars..."

"I really admire your Survival World, and I'd love to see it from your perspective... but unfortunately..."

"You win."

The Chaos torrent continued to surge Spread, devouring most of the Wasteland.

The crimson flesh wall that had been guarding the boundary and isolating the Chaos suddenly released the spatial restriction of [Close at Hand, Worlds Apart].

The once spacious terrain suddenly narrowed, Song Shige immediately took down Blood City to prevent being squeezed into the Chaos.

The dense, crimson flesh walls squeezed and pressed together violently, attempting to force the rampant Chaos out of the Wasteland in the most brutal way.

The remaining hinterland was instantly occupied by layers of flesh and blood, the terrain was drastically compressed, and it became increasingly cramped and crowded.

Physical isolation separated everyone. The crimson flesh walls of the [Wasteland] writhed, and some unknown spatial technology manifested, splitting space into fragments of varying sizes to slow the complete Spread of [Chaos].

The conflict is over.

In these final moments, Su Luo sat next to Song Shige, pondering the Great Holy Spirit who had already died.

It cannot be said that he is dead; Su Luo is now the only Great Holy Spirit.

Or rather, it's not great enough; it's merely [the Holy Spirit].

Without the significant support of Talent and profession for research, Su Luo was still a little unaccustomed to it.

At this moment, Su Luo noticed that the space itself had been split open, and Qiao Wenxi and the imprisoned [Sai Wangli] were sealed in the same space, so she quickly released the Heartfire Prison.

If Qiao Wenxi doesn't understand the situation and mistakes the possessed [Sai Wangli] for himself and goes to do it, that would be even better.

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As for the [Story Instance Scroll], Su Luo really wanted to see if [Sai Wangli] could use it.

After all, it takes 24 hours, by which time Su Luo will have already entered the next era.

If [Sai Wangli], like Su Luo in a non-existent timeline, brought forth Unknown Being, could it easily wipe out Large Dungeon?

There are certainly risks, and they are quite significant.

But Su Luo knew that [Sai Wangli] most likely wouldn't do that.

[Sai Wangli] crashed into Su Luo's anti-armor in the previous era, and in this era, he crashed into [Demon Network Core] with his divine body. He used his avatar to eliminate the Survivors Su Luo knew, used the [Dream Princess] avatar to steal the Dream World, and used the incomplete Great Holy Spirit to possess Su Luo's account...

[Sai Wangli] Anyone who actively touches Su Luo's things will not have a good ending.

Su Luo pulled herself out of her thoughts, suddenly looked up, and a hint of doubt arose in her eyes:

"Wait, is it really okay that we're in the [Wasteland] now? The [Wasteland] isn't even in this era."

Logically speaking, the [Wasteland] is actually a relic of the Second Era.

The situation in the Third Era was even worse than in the Second Era.

The Second Era was merely Parallel Layer being shattered, with many Survivors still clinging to life.

The Third Era was Spread Chaos, and even the structure of spacetime seemed to have been altered; there wasn't a single Survivor left.

The remaining Survivors are all hiding in the ruins of the Second Era.

"I don't know. If the Large Dungeon doesn't fix itself, then we might really have to wait until the [World Destruction]," Song Shige said, sitting next to Su Luo.

He had something else he didn't say.

If the next era of Large Dungeons cannot proceed normally, it means that the Rewind mechanism of the Large Dungeons themselves may be malfunctioning.

This means that the kind of "Rewind" that occurs in the Third Era after Cang Yue was possessed in the Second Era may not be able to proceed normally.

This means that Su Luo's Survival Panel may be gone.

"When a person reaches their grave, their spirit will naturally straighten."

Su Luo muttered something to herself and buried herself in studying the Holy Spirit.

Chaos is Spread, breaking through the structure of conventional spacetime.

No longer confined to the collapsed [Era 3157987], but following the trajectory of the Cleaner's wanderings, it rapidly Spreads and permeates into the surrounding layers of countless eras.

Starting from [Era 3157987], the surrounding eras gradually became affected by [Chaos], while the world's error correction system went offline at this moment.

Or rather, it was already dead.

Outside of this era, amidst the dense stream of data, a large amount of garbled text suddenly appeared.

Before the original Second Era garbled code could be fixed, the Third Era collapsed completely, spewing out a bunch of strange data and energy that rushed wildly along with all the original data, falling toward the direction of destruction.

A barrage of alarms began to sound, but no automated monitoring system or living organism responded.

A deathly silence.

Ultimately, the authority was delegated layer by layer, but no one took it over, until it fell into the hands of a figure holding a black transformation device in the Void.

Qi Yuan stared blankly at the red box that had popped up in front of him, somewhat incredulous.

"No, I'm a minor!"

"I'm a minor, how can you expect me to control matters of civilization?"