For Fang Zheng, there was no such thing as being fully prepared. When facing an enemy on the level of the Chaos Tide, no amount of preparation was excessive.
Because what he was facing was a natural disaster.
A natural disaster was an eighteenth-level typhoon, a twentieth-level earthquake, the Yellowstone volcano erupting, an ice age arriving early, or an asteroid striking Earth. Who would dare pound their chest and say, "My preparations are foolproof. Bring it on—if I so much as frown, I lose"?
No one.
Those who said things like that generally capsized in the end. Just like the Maginot Line, they did not even know how they died.
Unfortunately, the Dimensional Codex system itself had no levels. Otherwise, given Fang Zheng's style, he would definitely grind low-level Dungeons until he hit max level, then quietly venture out to see the outside world.
At the very least, if I wore a full set of level-sixty divine gear, I wouldn't get instantly one-shotted by an level-eighty Dungeon Boss, right?
Now that Fang Zheng had enough divine power to fuel the First Flame, he had gained a certain degree of protection. But beyond that, he still needed vast amounts of power and resources. On the outskirts of the Galactic Empire, the battle between the Swarm and the Tyranids continued. Fang Zheng had issued an absolute order demanding that the Swarm exterminate and devour the Tyranids completely. At the same time, he had carried out another round of upgrades, evolution, and restructuring for the Swarm in the world of Mass Effect.
Fang Zheng had also spent a large number of the Dimension Points he had collected to create a Sea Fog fleet. He did not intend to have the Cursed Children and Magical Girls participate too much, because their numbers were already