Forty Days and Nights

Bai Mo never underestimated the Fantasy Tree; he always maintained the utmost vigilance towards this strange thing. This stemmed from its creator, Marisbury.

When evaluating a person, one should not only look at how much power they have, but also at what they have accomplished. Regardless of the means, success is the key, and he had already witnessed firsthand the extent of the chaos that Marisbury, the Magecraft, could stir up when facing Chaldeas.

But when he actually started to use it, he realized that he had underestimated it.

The energy contained in this Fantasy Tree far exceeded imagination. The moment it touched Bai Mo's arm, it was like firewood in a fireplace, black on the outside and glowing with firelight inside.

"Everyone, step back!"

Without Bai Mo saying anything more, everyone else immediately vanished. This energy was enough to instantly turn everyone present to ashes.

This immense energy moved everyone in the Strongman Space, with Shiki, Arcueid, and others showing deep worry on their faces.

It was impossible not to worry. In the instant of the touch, Bai Mo's body turned as red-hot as a piece of coal. This wasn't a blow; it was the complete absorption of that energy.

Every cell in the body screamed in agony, the blood dried up instantly, and every inch of flesh turned to ash.

The entire Lostbelt seemed to have been put on pause, distorted and twisted. The Fantasy Tree was rooted here, and any action it took directly affected the entire Lostbelt.

At this moment, apart from the people in the space, only Fran, relying on the backup plan he had left behind, was staring intently at him. The scene was like a still frame.

But Fran's eyes seemed to sparkle, her hands cupping her face, her breathing rapid, her cheeks flushed. Watching this almost Stillness scene, the heat in her eyes intensified.

"As expected, you're still the best."

She lay on the silk bed, her legs swinging back and forth, and she was even drooling.

She recalled Chaldeas's "advice" to her.

"Apostle, the contract is complete. Therefore, as your assistant, it is my duty to offer advice regarding your previous specific request."

Fran waved her hand, clearly not wanting to listen to a machine speak to her, but Chaldeas ignored Fran's behavior and coldly analyzed:

"According to the logic of human behavior and historical examples, in most cases, the phenomenon of 'degeneration' is caused by a dominant figure influencing a weaker individual and changing their mindset."

So, Francesca, between you and that person, who is the stronger party?

At that moment, Fran did not answer, but instead asked Chaldeas a question that puzzled her.

"That kind of thing is not important at all. The more precious something is, the greater the price you have to pay. That's fair."

And... in either case, it makes my heart race.

"I can't understand it."

Back to the present, her face was full of joy, and her tongue unconsciously licked her lips.

"It's so tempting, should we just go over there now? Hmm?"

Suddenly, Fran noticed something abrupt. In the distorted Lostbelt, not far from the Bai Mo, a white dove was perched nearby.

It seems to belong to another world, which is obvious; such a creature could not possibly exist in this Lostbelt environment. But the reality is, it is right here, seemingly unaffected by the distortion caused by the Fantasy Tree.

"Hey, this is..."

The white dove turned its head and met Fran's gaze. Fran, who was watching, suddenly felt a splitting headache.

"Damn it!"

Her screen went dark.

The white dove turned its head back and continued to look at the raging fire below, which had grown to the size of a meteorite and could be clearly seen throughout the Lostbelt.

Intense pain surged forth like a tsunami; logically, his pain receptors should have been completely extinguished by now. But Bai Mo could still feel it.

"It's already this strong right from the start, what the hell did they stuff inside this thing?"

Inside the Martial God Space, on a beach by the Dahai, a man dressed in casual clothes frowned. This powerful force had caused the world he was in to fluctuate.

Just then, a questioning voice came from the sky. The man raised an eyebrow, clearly surprised by the voice.

"Sea Tiger, is this method feasible? Don't tell me you don't know about this situation."

"Hey, Oga, I really didn't know you actually had humanity and a kind heart."

"Stop talking nonsense, we'll all benefit from anything if something goes wrong!"

The person sitting here is Sea Tiger, and he is probably the most qualified to speak on the current situation.

After all, he was the first strongman to reach a power level of one million horsepower, and in terms of understanding power, he was absolutely unique.

However, Bai Mo's situation is somewhat special. His soul is damaged, and he has not yet reached the Ultimate Power realm. No one can guarantee whether this will succeed, after all, very few people have this kind of experience.

Upon hearing this, Sea Tiger raised an eyebrow and stopped speaking in that teasing tone.

"It's hard to say. In terms of destructive power, this level is not even equivalent to a million horses. But in terms of total energy, it probably exceeds a million horses."

The kid's situation is indeed somewhat similar to mine back then; the most crucial question is whether he can survive after it's over.

Sea Tiger paused, then lay back on the sun lounger, his voice slightly relaxed.

"Although there is no possibility of success at the moment, since this kid still made this choice, then he must have a reason in his heart to live."

In other words, he trusted his feelings.

Upon hearing this, Oga fell silent for a moment, then his tone returned to its previous calm and deep tone, though he only hummed in response.

"Ha, Oga, we've been rivals our whole lives, and only today have you made me change my opinion of you a little bit. Maybe leaving that Blue Dream breed has made you a little more pleasing to the eye."

Sea Tiger never imagined that Oga would come to him for help. Nor did he ever imagine that this annoying nemesis would have this side to him.

Anyway, this time he didn't make things difficult for the guy because of it.

"Is that so? But to me, you still disgust me as always."

"Heh, as if I care. Lots of people like me, who cares about you?"

The conversation returned to the incoherent style that Oga knew and hated, and the connection between the two was severed.

As Sea Tiger said, when Bai Mo confirmed the energy inside the Fantasy Tree, his reason and experience told him that it was not feasible.

But his intuition gave him a different answer.

It had to be done, whether for the people here or to prevent former comrades from turning against each other. He had communicated with Shiki from the beginning; this was the only way to save this place.

After discussing and making a decision with Bai Mo, Shi spent the time making preparations in the space. Although she was worried, she still chose to support him silently.

Therefore, failure is absolutely unacceptable; we must not fail.

Everyone in the Lostbelt has entered a bizarre state; their consciousness has frozen.

No one knew that the fire burned for forty days and nights, the wind and snow stopped, the clouds ceased their movement, and then in an instant, the world seemed to twist, surging towards the source of the fire like a siphon.

The Storm Wall has dissipated, leaving only a pale plain and a pile of Fantasy Tree remains in the entire Russia Lostbelt.