The Undying Transmigrator

Chapter 41: Betrayal at the Last Moment

Inside the orbital fortress, it was not steel and machinery, but an endless "tide."

Purely composed of psychic energy, golden waves continuously rose and fell, engulfing and revealing countless objects.

Eroded wooden beams, broken marble pillars, shattered walls resembling skulls... They seemed to come from different eras, different civilizations, yet all shared one characteristic—the remnants of human-made creations.

Through them, looking deeper into the tide, scattered human silhouettes could be seen moving forward.

A muddy road full of footprints, a gravel-strewn path, an asphalt-paved street... Roads from different eras appeared together in one place.

Gazing upon this scene, any psychic would inevitably feel a surge of emotion.

This was human civilization, the path humans once walked, and also humanity’s future—the direction they were heading.

All the weak and fragmented things would be merged, unified, transformed, becoming parts of something greater.

At the farthest edge, the golden waves suddenly surged upward, forming a magnificent staircase.

It was so wide and towering, like a vast plateau, capable of nurturing a nation’s roots and growth atop it.It was both distant and intimate, as if billions of miles away, yet also right before the visitors, awaiting their audience.

The concept of space blurred, the gap between illusion and reality quietly vanished, ravaged and subdued by a force capable of distorting reality.

Then came a second, a third, step after step, until a stairway took shape, and upon it a solemn throne formed, dazzling like the sun, an object so brilliant it could not be looked at directly sat there.

It did not gaze upon the challengers, nor upon the space born because of it. The hollow vessel had yet to be filled with the will to drive its operation.

But someone, of their own will, resisted its radiance, standing before it to block Mo Wen and the others’ advance.

"Why! Why must you resist? Why must you come here? Why must you destroy this nearly completed ultimate good deed?"

"If you patiently wait, we can complete this great undertaking belonging to all humanity. There will be no bloodshed or sacrifice; all who die unexpectedly will have a chance to be resurrected. Humanity will welcome a new evolution after psychics and new humans. Qi Shiming, and all the greats who have not truly died, can be revived. Those who contributed to humanity will endure and make even greater contributions."

"Death will be ended. All the difficulties we currently face will be resolved."

"Except for Mo Wen, if you all give up resistance, I can teach you how to connect with 'Zero' right now."

Mo Wen ignored the noisy voice beside his ear and silently raised his Dragon Blade, observing the enemy’s weaknesses.

These enemies’ original bodies had been completely evaporated, reconstructed instead with solid psychic energy originating from Zero, allowing them all to maintain Energy Level 5.

They were strong. More importantly, this human divine realm was supporting them, with some of Zero’s power at their disposal.

Behind Mo Wen, Madman said helplessly, "Brother, you stand at the front only thinking about slashing down the enemy, not thinking about representing us with some verbal sparring?"

"Fine, since you won’t say anything, I’ll be the mouthpiece."

"Among you, there were people I once admired, people who truly changed the era. You raised the tide with the technology you created, but now I want you to answer my questions."

"Why don’t you dare to publicly announce the project after formulating it and rally all humanity’s strength, but instead act so covertly, even making a counterfeit Qi Shiming?"

"Why don’t you calmly complete the project in an orderly manner, but rush to finish it at this moment?"

"Why, when discovering flaws, do you want to erase them violently rather than use gentler means? There has to be a limit to the impact. Put people into hibernation, send them away on spaceships, and bring them back after technical upgrades—isn’t that possible?"

Such a grand project must have opponents and skeptics. Exposure would bring more resistance than support, and inevitably, someone would want to steal the fruits.

Instead of involving everyone, it’s better for a devoted few to complete it and then hand it over to humanity.

Faking Qi Shiming’s survival was necessary. In the era lacking psychic augmentations, he overused his power and died young. Without disguise, the planet would have fallen into chaos again during the early post-war period.

Also, to finish the project quickly to avoid disturbances and sabotage was natural.

Among the blockers, some wanted to answer Madman’s questions this way, but two of them silently began to reflect.

Why not use gentler methods? Because it can only be done this way... No, because of negligence, corruption, and the simplest reason: “They didn’t think of it.”

But how could the smartest people in the world fail to think of such a simple thing?

One person summoned their assistant machine, urgently recording and reminding others, "The consciousness network’s stability is still lacking, prone to causing extreme thinking and insight barriers. The consciousness separation needs fine-tuning to ensure mutual understanding while reducing negative effects. We need more time."

"Moreover, those of us already experiencing insight barriers can’t execute this. I need a more stable environment and new assistants. Only after eliminating this potentially disastrous flaw can the project continue."

"That is my bottom line."

It was somewhat crazy, but for someone who believed they were doing the right thing with lofty ideals, it was normal.

Facing a great enemy and the risk of project sabotage were far less unbearable than the project itself having problems.

Even if success was only a few steps away, he was willing to give up for greater success or even start over, yet he couldn’t help but regret that no one had raised these issues earlier.

The other blockers’ response to him was naturally, "No, that kind of thing can wait until later."

Then there was nothing more to say.

Space was distorted, cut, and split, accompanied by a piercing whistle. At the moment the bottom line was confirmed broken, this researcher recklessly attacked the alliance from the previous moment, helping those trying to sabotage the project destroy their own efforts.

Another silent researcher also extended a helping hand.

Mo Wen seized this brief chance. While wielding authority derived from Zero, he attacked one of the blockers who retaliated in anger.

Blood splattered on the spot.

That blood was like flowing gold, liquid midday light, but his death was no different from a mortal’s.

His body could not withstand Mo Wen’s blade, nor was his spirit invincible. As his consciousness was erased, the information composing him was fragmented and shredded. Even godlike power could not allow him to persist.

The remaining blockers fell into rage, exerting their full strength, using the same mighty power from Zero to slay the rebels, but they could no longer fix the changed battlefield or prevent Mo Wen’s slashes.

This human divine realm was split into several battle zones, each independent, separated by slowly healing pitch-black fissures.

The two researchers who lived for ideals died.

Their backup data and influence on the battle remained.

Mo Wen faced his blockers alone, standing opposite them.