The Undying Transmigrator

Chapter 37: The Final Gamble

"Gaoxin Industries, prototype spiritual machinery has arrived."

"Life Pharmaceuticals, ascended individuals have arrived."

"Horizon Corporation, shadow-dwelling creatures have arrived."

"Abyss Diving Corporation, high-risk waste materials are ready."

"Dream Corporation, psychic assault is ready."

"Beidou Aerospace Corporation..."

"Panlong Technologies Corporation..."

Within mere moments, all major corporations responded to the Corporation's call for aid, treating this as an extinction-level crisis for humanity by mobilizing all available resources and continuously gathering additional forces.

Despite their usual conflicts and ideological clashes, they shared one unshakable consensus: to fight for humanity's survival.

Yet none fully understood the current situation. On such a battlefield, even a moment's hesitation could alter the course of battle and result in catastrophic losses.Still, they wondered: Why the sudden attack? Why deploy this unpublicized war fortress? What could possibly justify labeling a single individual as maximum threat level?

Dream Corporation—who had just transported Mo Wen to the orbital fortress—was particularly puzzled, with their intelligence department scrambling to analyze recent anomalies.

The unexpected allies still descending from above were equally confused about the situation.

"Captain, do you understand what's happening?" Ren Sisi asked while attempting to access the fortress network below.

The Dragonblade Ninja gazed downward.

Scarlet beams and pale energy waves crisscrossed the fortress as terrifying destructive forces erupted continuously. Countless incomprehensible powers emerged only to be erased instantly. Even the fleeting psychic energy fluctuations made his heart tremble with fear.

This was a battle among the world's strongest.

The dimensional traveler named Mo Wen stood alone against—and was steadily eliminating—forces gathered from across the world.

He knew Mo Wen was strong, but this level of strength, surviving such concentrated assaults, defied all reason. Even his own death premonitions had nearly vanished because Mo Wen's fighting was too intense for him to intervene.

The Corporation's sudden attack, Mo Wen's normally civilized demeanor turning berserk in battle, the global distress call and wanted broadcast... It all reminded him of Wang Fugui's recent death.

Among all light-wielding psychics, the most renowned and powerful was undoubtedly Senior Qi Shiming.

Was Wang Fugui's death hinting that something had happened to Senior Qi Shiming... and the Corporation too?

The trust the Corporation had cultivated shouldn't be so easily shaken, but their education had also instilled in new humans the instinct to question.

The Dragonblade Ninja made his judgment: "Mo Wen must have uncovered a secret Corporation operation. Now they're silencing him."

Ren Sisi hesitated briefly—this conclusion challenged her worldview—but chose to trust that arrogant, childish, cowardly, rather unlikable guy: "All in?"

The Dragonblade Ninja confirmed: "All in!"

With that, he hurled his weapon toward Mo Wen's position.

He didn't know if it would help, but it was all the assistance he could offer.

"Got it!" Ren Sisi focused, activating all the computational power she'd accumulated over the years.

First her company's computing center, then backdoors and trojans planted during missions, finally accessing barely secured private devices worldwide.

"Don't disappoint me—I'm going all out for you. You'd better do something good later."

Ren Sisi's computational assault targeted the fortress now controlled by prototype spiritual machinery.

The system coordinating the fortress's firepower via psychic energy stuttered briefly when her attack deleted the targeting, firing, and projectile flight processes, giving Mo Wen a momentary breather.

He inhaled deeply.

His augmentations didn't require breathing, but his mind needed this brief respite.

Though only seconds had passed, maintaining Energy Level 4 for most of the fight had exhausted him.

Two Corporation-affiliated Energy Level 5 beings, an immortal beast fused with the fortress, endless lethal attacks, enemies emerging from shadows...

Bizarre threats carrying abnormal danger, expanding gravity fields, and the pounding headaches...

[Error#You, plea* overheating overheating...]

As Ren Yiyi had said, the Dreammaker VI had no backdoors. Even with Dream Corporation joining the assault, it continued functioning, helping him maintain his power—but it was failing fast.

One last time.

The breathing space had lasted long enough.

[Current Energy Level: 4/5. Augmentation Stability: 3%]

The Dreammaker could no longer stabilize Mo Wen's energy levels. It strained to contain the destructive power, cracking under the pressure, but Mo Wen would destroy more enemies before that power destroyed him.

At that moment, Mo Wen heard an unusual resonance within his mind.

Something was calling to him, urging him to wield its power.

He looked up sharply and saw it—a dragon-patterned blade descending through the time stream at normal speed despite this being his accelerated personal timeline.

Its shape shifted continuously, conforming to Mo Wen's will, finally settling into a straight saber form before landing beside him with impossible speed, as if skipping the descent entirely.

Mo Wen instinctively grasped its hilt.

In that instant, he seemed to see a dragon—winding through angles and lines, tumbling across surfaces and dimensions, observing him with curious detachment from the realm of imagination.

"An interesting tale. My fang is yours temporarily, Saint-Slayer."

Thus Mo Wen understood the dragonblade's properties.

Forged from a dragon's fang, this divine weapon had only two simple effects: indestructibility, and the ability to convert mental power into "sharpness"—without limit.

Such a peerless weapon had been nearby all along?!

Mo Wen had no time to question how the Dragonblade Ninja possessed this treasure. His time was almost up.

Fortunately, for someone with the world's fastest speed, wielding a weapon that matched his capabilities meant more than simple addition.

Mo Wen drew the dragonblade.

From where it was unsheathed, countless blade marks spontaneously radiated outward without him swinging.

Steel floors split apart. Regenerating flesh severed mid-motion. Even light beams targeting Mo Wen were cleaved, unable to reconnect.

Then, the gravity fields about to crush him, the shadows at his feet, the incoming psychic assaults—all developed countless blade marks and collapsed before causing harm.

Finally, Mo Wen swung the blade.