Gentlemen, Let Us Overturn This World! (The Final Piece of the Synopsis Is About to Appear)

Rustle...

A fine rain began to fall from the sky, scorched through by soul power of every color. No one paid any attention to the lake water that had been ravaged at will; after circling in the air for so long, it finally found a moment of peace, silently trying to soothe its broken homeland in the gentlest way possible.

The smoke hanging in the air was embraced by the raindrops as well, filling the gaps in the earth.

The blood- and mud-stained metal shard revealed a vivid crimson after being washed by the rain, as though it had regained some of its former color.

His other hand extended a metal ring covered in dark red clots, trying to let the heaven and earth, now returned to peace, help wash away every trace of blood from his hands.

Everyone silently watched Chen Fu hold the two metal Soul Tools in the rain and let the water rinse them clean. They waited quietly, without exchanging a single word.

Reality had told them time and again that this young man could always suppress them so thoroughly with the weakest martial force that they could barely breathe.

This time was simply even more outrageous.

Golden Scale stood guard beside him with her spear in hand. The slightly chilly rainwater ran down her golden hair and fell to the ground, splashing white blossoms in the little puddles.

"Does anyone still object if I say we leave now?"

After a long silence, once he had finished washing Crimson Phoenix and Nirvana—two Soul Tools that had once represented the pinnacle of his research into the relationship between soul, spirit, and bloodline—he finally spoke, breaking the silence between them.

"..." The Titled Douluo Pavilion Elders of Shrek Academy answered with silence, a deafening silence: Leave. Now!

"Do you know what this is?"

Chen Fu nudged a metal rod at his feet with his foot. It had been blasted apart and thrust out of the soil, its soul tool circuits exposed.

A metal rod? No! That was the ruins of Ascension!

Everyone's emotions were instantly stirred, and their hearts sank.

He raised his eyes and took in their differing expressions, immediately understanding.

There were those who did not care, those who hesitated and struggled, and those who were lost and helpless... Perhaps this was what the myriad faces of humanity looked like?

Countless thoughts rose within him. He looked up at the vast, boundless sky as rain slid down his cheeks, lending a trace of coolness to his heart, which burned like a reactor, and allowing him a moment to breathe.

"Do you know what this is?"

He pointed toward an unassuming, dull Silver Blue Small Sword.

Chen Fu understood one truth: blind compromise would ultimately harm both others and himself.

Lowering his head, Chen Fu took in the expressions of the Shrek Academy teachers and students who had silently watched him all this time, then patiently explained:

"A sword equipped with technology capable of severing all of a Traditional Soul Master's Soul Rings and Soul Skills."

"Do you know what that means?"

Chen Fu was quite satisfied as he watched the fear on their faces.

"Want to learn?"

"I'll teach you."

The youth's face was filled with gentleness and the eager anticipation of someone who loved teaching.

"Chen...!"

A Super Douluo beside Xuan Zi tried to rebuke him, but Chen Fu's indifferent glance startled him into swallowing the rest of his words.

"So, are there any students who want to leave with me?"

The youth extended a sincere invitation to everyone.

"Chen Fu! Do not be so presumptuous!"

The Dean of Shrek Academy, the rank 98 Taotie Douluo, glared furiously at the young man. He was trying to dig up the roots of Shrek—and doing it right in front of him!

Buzz!

A deep-blue streak of light transformed into a flowing rainbow, stretching for over a thousand meters in an instant as it pierced the clouds and ran through heaven and earth.

A thousand-meter spiritual soul light sword stood quietly within Shrek City, hanging high over everyone's hearts as well.

"You...!"

That immense "sword intent" known as "fear" enveloped everyone's hearts, crushing them so heavily that they could barely breathe.

Ignoring Long Xiaoyao's movement behind him, Chen Fu quietly looked at Xuan Zi, fully adopting the posture of a listener as he gestured:

Please, continue. Go on, I'm listening.

Xuan Zi turned and glanced at Mu En, who still refused to wake up and face reality. The breath caught in his chest suddenly vanished, and his spirit immediately slumped.

The light sword pierced and tore apart the clouds. Gentle, radiant sunlight descended upon the mortal world once more, refracting into a seven-colored halo amid the damp vapor and scattered microscopic High-Energy Soul Power Crystals. Across the crater-filled ground and puddles, all manner of exposed metal equipment gleamed with a glazed luster.

A blazing beam of mottled colors tore through the clouds and, just before it could fall into the dust, was caught in the youth's embrace.

Amid the mottled glazed colors, the youth stood high upon the steps. The expression on his face as he spread his arms within that radiance was no longer anger, indignation, or anything else, but a holy fervor. He called softly:

"Gentlemen, we should change this terrible world and sweep everything that does not conform to the development of the times into history's garbage heap. This is our world, not the gods'."

The youth's gaze blazed with the light called ideals, so brilliant that it was almost dazzling.

"Gentlemen, this world has seen no new change for tens of thousands of years. Mortals have always remained mortals, while kings and nobles have always remained kings and nobles—but what makes them noble? So-called bloodline inheritance has no footing whatsoever before technology that can sever Soul Rings."

After looking around, Chen Fu continued:

"Gentlemen, we should accomplish something great, something enough to leave our names in history. We will use our Soul Tools to change this world, so that the strong may be useful and the old may be cared for. Soul Tools should not be used only for destruction; they should be used to build our world as well."

"Gentlemen, a new era is about to arrive. Anything that obstructs the development of the times will be crushed."

"So, follow me and overturn this filthy world!"

"So, follow me, and I will lead you to climb the Divine Path once more!"

The youth, cast down into mortality, issued his strongest declaration beneath the blazing sunlight:

He would remake the world!

He would climb the Divine Path once more!

He would ascend the divine throne with a mortal body!

Even if his Soul Power had been severed,

Even if his Soul Rings had been destroyed,

Even if he had begun to make enemies of the entire world,

He was still alive!

As long as he lived, he would reclaim everything he had lost with his own hands!

If this world stood in the way of his development, then he would overturn it!

If lofty gods restricted his progress, then he would drag Them down from Their divine thrones!

The World Will had already given him ample time to regroup.

"The Nine Treasures Glazed Sect is coming with me!"

Watching the youth turn and leave, Ning Tian followed him without looking back. She believed that Teacher would accomplish it.

Fan Yu looked at the restless teachers and students of the Soul Tool Academy, then at the silent Qian Duoduo, and could not help but sigh.

"If you want to go, then go."

Hearing this, more than a dozen Soul Engineers gave him a deep bow before chasing after the figure gradually fading into the distance. Fan Yu remembered that they shared one trait: they were young and filled with ideals that life had yet to extinguish.

Xuan Zi and the others merely watched the scattered few depart in silence. The light sword running through heaven and earth kept everyone exceptionally calm.

But in the end, those who dared to leave without reservation beneath the watchful eyes of the academy's powerful figures were still few.

"Yuhao! Hurry up and follow him. Let's take a gamble!"

Tian Meng anxiously urged Huo Yuhao from within. Having watched the entire affair, he deeply understood just how terrifying that human truly was!

Compared to the plan Tian Meng was still pondering—a plan supposedly for creating gods but really for piling them up—if he were allowed to, that person could already mass-produce gods!

And that person never did anything without certainty!

He had survived even the unexpected situation of being struck by Divine Punishment twice in succession by cold and merciless gods. Tian Meng simply could not imagine how many backup plans this person had.

Because Tian Meng himself was a trump card that had yet to be used!

Right now, Tian Meng only wanted to run before that person and shout, Don't go! Use me, please! I'm begging you!

Breaking free from Wang Dong's grip on his hand, Huo Yuhao chased after the direction in which that person had left without looking back.

He did not care about that person's talk of becoming a god. He only wanted to see what the new world described by that person looked like. There was simply too much in this world that made him sick!

When Wang Dong saw that he could not stop Huo Yuhao, he followed as well...

Chen Fu walked silently through heaven and earth ahead of them. He raised his head toward the sky, and a trace of mockery appeared at the corner of his mouth.

How did you dare...

[Youlan is repairing]

How did you dare sever my Soul Power!

[Youlan has been repaired. Reorganizing data.]

How did you dare sever my Soul Power and still let me live?!

[Data updated. Abnormal data discovered.]

I had researched the essence of Soul Power for so long,

[Data compared. Abnormal data marked.]

Yet I had been searching far and wide for what was right beside me...

[Abnormal data named: Soul Power Factor]

Dual-god Tang San...

Are you ready to accept this karma?

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