What Have You Been Doing for Ten Thousand Years of Cultivation?

"It's so dark!"

"It's so scary!"

Frieren watched with a face full of black lines as her upper body disappeared into the treasure chest while her feet kicked wildly in the air.

Now she understood what Frieren had meant by a prank earlier.

This really was an artifact perfectly designed for Frieren. Even knowing it was a prank, Frieren would still charge right in.

Meanwhile, Liu Bing watched Frieren's famous scene, the corners of his mouth curling up slightly as he casually recorded a short video.

Perhaps this video could become a Chat Group reaction sticker someday.

[Blizzard of Hell]: No matter who you are, whether you're a god or a demon, please, save this world!

Fubuki collapsed helplessly onto the ground. She did not have even a shred of strength left to move.

Her hollow, despairing eyes looked toward Tatsumaki's corpse beside her as tears silently slid down her face.

Several corpses lay scattered around her, each one an S-Class hero. Aside from Tatsumaki, Blast, King, Bang... those invincible powerhouses now lay there without a trace of life.

They were all dead, killed in this monster invasion.

Fubuki had been too weak to qualify for this battle at all, which was why she had survived.

When she first learned that the S-Class heroes had been completely wiped out, she felt as though her entire world had collapsed.

Especially her sister Tatsumaki, whom she had always longed to surpass. That invincible existence in her heart had died too. The cruel news left Fubuki in unbearable agony, as though her heart had been twisted by a knife.

Unable to believe any of it, Fubuki had headed straight for Z City, where Saitama was. This was the very place where the monster invasion had occurred.

Along the way, Fubuki saw the earth shattered beyond recognition, as though the apocalypse had arrived. The sky was covered in savage black cracks, as if space itself had been completely torn apart.

Everything before her felt like an endless hell, and fear spread madly through Fubuki's heart.

Even so, the battle had yet to end. Terrifying shockwaves continued spreading outward, while deep, muffled booms rang out from the sky.

Fubuki looked at the battle that could not even be seen in the heavens, then at the visible shockwaves, and her heart turned utterly cold with despair.

Lowering her head, she happened to see Child Emperor's head on the ground. For no reason, a thought arose in her heart. She wanted to bring all those heroes out. Even if they were dead, she did not want their corpses to be denied even a moment of peace.

She had rushed into the battlefield with all her strength and painstakingly brought out the S-Class heroes' bodies, but that was all she could manage.

Resisting the terrifying aftermath of the battle and avoiding the spatial rifts that could tear everything apart at any moment had already exhausted her last bit of strength.

She collapsed onto the ground and looked at the strange chat box before her. The despair in her heart drove her to cry out at it desperately.

"No matter who you are, whether you're a god or a demon, please, save this world!"

Liu Bing was slightly stunned when he saw Fubuki's message. What was going on? Didn't that world have that guy in the yellow suit as its ultimate safety net? How had Fubuki still fallen into such despair?

Liu Bing glanced at Fubuki's world and only then noticed what was strange about it.

That world had always been plagued by disasters. After all, it was also a world where gaining power was easy, so plenty of systems and transmigrators had their eyes on it.

The Saitama Training Method—ever heard of it?

Such a simple training method could produce combat power as bugged as that. Who wouldn't be tempted?

And if that did not work, there were always Monster Cells as a fallback.

Sure enough, another transmigrator was out there causing trouble.

After Fubuki finished shouting, she reached out and grasped her sister's hand, closing her eyes to await death. She had seen something descending from the sky, something as enormous as a star that blotted out the heavens.

Once that thing hit, the world would probably be destroyed.

Even if Saitama could shatter it, the fragments would still be enough to destroy the world.

There was no saving it. Just wait for death.

"Hey, didn't you just call for help? Why are you lying down waiting to die already?"

Fubuki suddenly heard someone speaking beside her, and there was a faintly teasing tone in that voice.

She opened her eyes and saw an ordinary-looking handsome young man standing beside her, looking down at her with an amused expression.

Fubuki froze slightly. When had this person appeared?

Then she came back to her senses. "You're someone from the Chat Group?"

"That's right. I heard your call for help, so I came over to take a look." Liu Bing looked at Fubuki lying on the ground, then at the corpses scattered all around her, and sighed.

What a miserable kid.

Then he raised his head to look at the enormous thing in the sky. That was a comet, wasn't it? Interesting. Using a comet to smash into a planet—now that was a new attack method.

"Just you alone? You can't do anything. Leave this place quickly." Fubuki sighed in despair and urged Liu Bing to leave.

Liu Bing looked far too ordinary. He did not have the slightest aura of a powerhouse, and Fubuki did not believe he could save the world.

This world was beyond saving. There was no need to drag another person down with it.

"So you don't believe me? If you didn't believe me, why did you ask for help?" Liu Bing looked down at Fubuki, the corners of his mouth rising. "Let me make this clear: I'm saving this world today. Even if Jesus showed up, I'd slap him right back."

After saying that, Liu Bing raised a hand and pointed at the comet in the sky from afar. The next instant, cracks spread across the comet like glass. Then it shattered, and the fragments that broke off immediately filled with cracks and shattered again.

In the blink of an eye, the entire comet vanished as though erased by an eraser. Not even dust remained.

Fubuki was so shocked by the sight that her mouth fell open wide enough to fit an egg.

From Liu Bing's angle, he could clearly see her pink tongue and... her tonsils...

Seeing that, Liu Bing inexplicably thought of a certain parody anime and that devilishly catchy line: I'll form the tonsils!!!

The image was far too vivid.

Liu Bing suddenly shook his head. Why had his thoughts become more and more ridiculous? They kept running wild like an unbridled horse, charging off madly.

"Y-you're a god?" Fubuki swallowed, finding it difficult even to speak.

Then her eyes lit up as she looked at Liu Bing excitedly. "Can you revive my sister and everyone else?"

"Yes, but from now on, you'll all have to work for me." Liu Bing did not refuse. Instead, he planned to take in these S-Class heroes. Later, he could send them out to gather points for him.

Sigh, Pangu Components were just too expensive. Liu Bing felt that if he collected points alone, he probably would not gather enough even after eight or ten thousand years.

After all, Liu Bing currently had only a little over three thousand points. Yang Chan had the most points in the group, since her fate had been changed. Even so, she only had one hundred thousand points.

Pathetically few.

Suddenly, Liu Bing thought of something and immediately contacted Empress Nuwa.

[Hong Huang Little Shrimp]: Empress Nuwa, say, could you help add a system dismantling function? Let the Chat Group directly dismantle them into points. Otherwise, when I catch a system, I just crush it to death. What a waste.

[Hong Huang Melon King]: Aren't you the one who plays around with destruction and dismantling? Add the function to the Chat Group yourself. Don't tell me you don't know how.

[Hong Huang Little Shrimp]: Well, after I dismantle something through destruction, it turns straight into nothingness. Nothing is left behind at all, so there's no way to recover points.

[Hong Huang Melon King]: Sigh, your cultivation still isn't good enough. If you're weak, train more!

[Hong Huang Melon King]: Just control your power properly. Dismantle only the useless parts and leave the source energy behind. What have you been doing for ten thousand years of cultivation?

Was source energy really that easy to preserve without damaging it? Systems had practically already fused with their source energy, okay? The system was the source, and the source was the system. Dismantling that was a little difficult.

But Liu Bing did not dare say anything. Could he say that aside from cultivating in seclusion, he had spent his time wandering all over the Primordial World?

Other than fighting, foot massages and massages—he had not missed any of it.

[Hong Huang Little Shrimp]: Ahem, I'll give it a try later.

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