Humanity! Ever Unyielding!!!

"By the way, I still don't know your names."

"Um, Glasses, what's your name?"

"Boss, my name is Zhao Kai."

"And you, Pei Qi? What's your name?"

"Big brother, I'm Li Keqing. Li as in plum tree, Ke as in cola, Qing as in clear skies."

Xin Yang laughed and scolded, "It's not like I'm illiterate. You don't need to explain it so carefully."

"Then what's your name, Boss—big brother?" The two asked in unison, like conjoined twins.

"Me... My name is Xin Yang..."

"All right, stop standing around like idiots and get moving. The sounds of fighting in Bright City Park have stopped. We don't know what happened, so we'd better leave this damned place as soon as possible!"

Only then did the two come to their senses. They hurried forward, quickening their pace to follow closely behind Xin Yang.

They were merely ordinary students who had awakened a month ago. Unlike Xin Yang, whose physical abilities had been enhanced by his cheat, Pei Qi—Li Keqing—soon found herself unable to keep running.

Xin Yang had no choice but to slow down. Fortunately, Li Keqing had none of the pampered temperament of a spoiled girl. She was tough, gritting her teeth and struggling to keep up.

Nor had she been frightened into being unable to walk by those foul-smelling, rotting zombies.

Thinking back to his own state on his first day in the Eerie Continent, Xin Yang felt ashamed of himself.

"Brother Xin Yang, what do we do next?"

"I'll get you two somewhere safe in Bright City's urban district first."

"What about you?"

"Once I've settled you somewhere safe, I'll head back into the core area of Bright City Park. I want to save people."

"Can we go with you? We can kill Century-Old White Zombies too. We can help." Glasses said, brimming with chuunibyou energy.

"What are you two going for? You'll only get in the way. I'm different from you. Hurry up and take your girlfriend somewhere safe. You don't want to see your Pei Qi get hurt, do you?"

"All right..." Glasses drooped in dejection.

Xin Yang said no more. He continued leading the way, rushing with the two of them toward Bright City's urban district.

Let us turn back the clock one hour.

Bright City Park

Core area...

"Where is the Bright City Spectral Guard?"

"Here!"

"Here!"

"Here!"

Reporting to the Commander, sir!

Only seventy-four members of the Bright City Spectral Guard remained...

"How many breathing members does the Bright City Ghost-Energy Masters Association have left?"

"Your subordinate, Wang Machen of Deer Blossom Subdistrict."

"Your subordinate, Huang Xinjie of Zhangbao Community."

"Your subordinate, Fan Yansheng of Magpie Village."

"Your subordinate, Chang Junfa of Kaidian Pharmaceuticals."

"Your subordinate, Sun Jingbin of Bright City Hospital."

Reporting to the Chairman, twenty-nine members of the Bright City Ghost-Energy Masters Association remained.

--

"What a pity. Of Bright City No. 1 High School's teachers, only this old man remains!"

Liu Feng, the principal of Bright City No. 1 High School, who had been joking with everyone not long ago, now looked utterly bedraggled. On closer inspection, his left leg was gone from the root of his thigh.

Zheng Yangrui, the commander of the Ghost Energy Guard, was in no better condition.

A massive wound had pierced straight through his chest. Yet countless tiny ghost insects crawled within it, keeping him from collapsing at once.

Wang Hao, chairman of the Ghost Energy Masters Association, had had his entire right hand torn off and thrown at the feet of the Drought Demon Corpse King.

"Old Zheng, we're done for today."

"For the hundred thousand compatriots of Bright City behind us, our deaths will have been worthwhile," Zheng Yangrui said with righteous solemnity.

"Old Zheng, you've got no sense of fun at all."

"You're always like this."

"Humor, get it?"

"Not a shred of humor!"

"Little Wang, can you still fight?"

"I can, Uncle Liu."

"It's just that I'm a little regretful now..."

"Regretful about what?"

"Regret coming to Bright City after graduation?"

"Uncle Liu, stop beating around the bush to needle me."

"I only regret not listening to my teacher back then and hurrying to improve my strength."

"If I were at the Calamity Soul rank today, would these thousands of brothers still have had to die?"

"They could have gone home, to the places they were meant to return to!"

Liu Feng, the principal of Bright City No. 1 High School, did not answer Wang Hao.

Instead, he took out the last cigarette in his pocket and lit it. Holding it between his aged, bloodstained fingers, he slowly brought it to his lips and took a light drag.

"I'm going first."

"You all come later..."

"Remember, come... later..."

As he spoke, he took out a cube-shaped eerie item and charged toward the Drought Demon Corpse King.

Boom—

After the deafening blast.

A circular crater roughly five hundred meters across appeared where the Drought Demon had just stood.

As the smoke dispersed...

Bloody rain pattered down upon the ground.

The Drought Demon Corpse King emerged from the smoke.

Completely unharmed.

"Master Liu, go in peace," Zheng Yangrui, commander of the Ghost Energy Guard, murmured.

A moment later, he shouted.

"All Ghost Energy Guards, heed my command!"

"Here!"

"Here!"

"Here!"

--

Zheng Yangrui raised his arm and roared:

"Form the military formation."

"Twenty-One Ghost-Slaying Formation!"

"Kill!!!"

All the Ghost Energy Guards roared along with him.

"Kill..."

"Kill..."

"Kill..."

Zheng Yangrui charged at the forefront.

Countless ghost insects covered his body.

As Zheng Yangrui charged, he roared:

"Die for humanity..."

"Humanity! Ever unyielding!!!"

All the Ghost Energy Guards advanced in formation, shouting as one:

"Die for humanity..."

"Humanity! Ever unyielding!!!"

"Die for humanity..."

"Humanity! Ever unyielding!!!"

"Die for humanity..."

"Humanity! Ever unyielding!!!"

"Brothers, do you still have Ghostburst Potions?"

"Brothers, I'll count down from three, two, one."

"Everyone, drink the Ghostburst Potions together."

"Yes, Chairman."

Three!

Two!

One!

After the Ghost Energy Masters Association's ghost-energy masters drank the Ghostburst Potions,

Every one of them became neither human nor ghost...

Violent beyond measure!

They surrounded the Drought Demon, each unleashing their ghost skills.

The Drought Demon Corpse King looked mockingly at these humans who did not know the immensity of heaven and earth.

As though it were watching ants overestimate themselves.

And these people who marched generously to their deaths to protect the civilians!

Whose sons were they?

Whose husbands were they?

Whose fathers were they?

Whose brothers and sisters were they?

Whose friends and classmates were they?

Yet at this moment, they had only one identity.

Heroes of humanity, pressing onward one after another to protect their compatriots.

Several kilometers underground from here.

A young man clenched his teeth, tears streaming down his face.

If Xin Yang had been here,

He would certainly have recognized this person.

The owner of Ming City's Number One Noodles.

Now, he was hiding here,

Not because he was afraid to join the battle.

But because his teacher

Had earnestly instructed him before dying...

He had to live well.

He was Bright City's hope.

This young man possessed a companion ghost with the serial number: 068.

He was the most talented student Bright City had seen in recent years.

Therefore, he had no choice but to hide here,

Watching his teachers, classmates, and friends charge resolutely at the Drought Demon Corpse King.

At this moment, he was already heartbroken beyond all measure.

He hated his own helplessness.

The people he knew were throwing themselves into danger to protect everyone.

Yet he could only hide here.

But,

He could not die...

He had to live,

He had to take the "names" of these heroes out with him.

And tell all humanity across the continent!

What exactly had happened in Bright City today—

Heroes should not be buried and forgotten...

Their names should be carved into monuments of great deeds.

Writing this chapter weighed heavily on my heart.

It was already late at night, yet I still could not sleep.

But by the time you saw this chapter, it should have been tomorrow.

Thank you, brothers, for your support.

And thank you to the heroes in real life who tempered themselves and pressed forward for others.