The Undying Transmigrator

Chapter 52: Chaotic Battlefield 1

Mo Wen sliced through the star that was about to ignite using the giant beast as fuel.

The burning limbs transformed into countless faster-than-light "incendiary bullets" under his control, followed by the prolonged combustion being condensed into an instantaneous explosion that annihilated those monsters capable of becoming "mirrors."

But this couldn't stop Qi Shiming.

Qi Shiming, capable of infinite countless duplicates, possessed even greater flexibility than Mo Wen by several degrees.

Not only was he similarly spreading destruction, eliminating monsters that Mo Wen might use as weapons, but he was also methodically using these intruding monsters to forge super weapons capable of defeating Mo Wen.

Within the malformed giant eye that resembled celestial bodies, blazing light suddenly erupted.

Decay was ignited, corruption was purified, and contradictory concepts uncontrollably bred, spread, and twisted its essence.

Suddenly, it could no longer distinguish the human whispers echoing in its ears, as if all sounds originated from its own core.

Legacy, sacrifice, peace, kindness, justice... those incomprehensible and unwanted voices were penetrating its thinking organ.

Its kind were screaming.They weren't just trapped in this bizarre region—even their original world was being infiltrated by the invaders.

The cold, damp world was abruptly ignited by a blazing light, comfortable darkness forcibly dispelled, and even newly born offspring transformed into grotesque forms.

Their elegant number of tentacles drastically reduced, inexplicable hard substances supported their bodies, freely growing visual organs forcibly fixed in position, and some even developed organs with completely incomprehensible purposes.

The offspring were becoming human subspecies, contaminated by this terrifying race!

And they became will relay stations for that super human, forced to bear things they couldn't comprehend, even compelled to understand human spirit and will.

It began feeling that these transformed offspring were cute, wanting to nurture, teach them, rather than letting them grow and die randomly.

Amid the drastic changes, it developed a desire to be killed by the human opposed to light, yet that human's attacks were gradually slowing.

No, that wasn't right... their thoughts were already becoming humanized.

This rejection originally belonged only to humans.

The indoctrination could no longer be stopped.

A friendly Warp creature filled with goodwill, potentially capable of helping Qi Shiming break through Mo Wen's defense, was instantly transformed. It barely seized the opportunity created by Qi Shiming, escaping back to the Warp before Mo Wen could kill it, continuously spreading love and kindness.

Qi Shiming's thinking was simple.

If the light of human goodwill he could summon couldn't break through Mo Wen's defense, then he would increase the dosage.

He had never seen Warp creatures before, nor visited the Warp, but upon closer inspection, he discovered they had no physical form.

This characteristic made them easily influenced by others while affecting others and spreading negative emotions. In other words, if he could teach them love, making the transmitted goodwill surpass environmental malice, they would change and become new goodwill spreaders.

This would be good for them too.

By joining humanity and understanding peaceful coexistence, they wouldn't need to be researched or juiced anymore.

Almost there—he was nearly done accumulating enough power to affect Mo Wen.

But Mo Wen had also found suitable tools.

They constantly changed forms, as if not yet fully shaped. Qi Shiming couldn't normally incorporate them into his counterattack scope, but under Mo Wen's psychic influence, parts of their essence became solidified.

They were mist, they were wolves, they were never-ending hunters, ambushers lurking in corners, punishment transcending time.

Considering that according to this world's rules, time was an illusion, these monsters might have been born from conflicts when he slightly reversed time after reaching Energy Level 6.

Perhaps they were supposed to hunt him, but their self-awareness was too weak.

As long as will was poured into them, their fragile resistance would collapse, and new imprints would become part of their instincts.

Thus, they transformed into perfect hunters.

Unless Mo Wen accelerated time to near standstill, they would have a chance to catch up with Qi Shiming, lock onto his existence, and bite into his connection with the container. Then, Mo Wen would only need to follow their signal to launch an attack and sever the connection.

As for other problems they might cause... he'd consider it survival of the fittest.

In the chaotic battlefield, wormholes from across the universe continued to appear, and the barrier between the Warp and this battlefield grew increasingly thin.

Star-Beasts and life forms from the Warp were everywhere, and some civilizations seemed to have thrown their probes here as well.

However, Mo Wen and Qi Shiming's attacks also spread throughout this place. While turning this area into a forbidden zone, their power continuously spread through the channels to other regions of the universe and into the Warp.

At a certain moment, the Wild Hunt was born.

They were evil beasts of indeterminate form, some as small as dust, others as large as stars, but they all possessed equal speed—speed capable of catching light and thought, running through time that shouldn't exist, hunting along observation and malice with divine swiftness.

Their numbers might be infinite, or they might be one.

No matter how hidden the corner, no matter how profound the darkness used for concealment, whenever taboos were touched, the Wild Hunt would emerge.

Qi Shiming was the first life being hunted.

Light was bitten, chewed, and swallowed.

Whether present, future, or past, they were chasing. If Qi Shiming's existence was light transmitted through every observer's "mirror," then they were the fact that the "mirror" was destroyed before light could be transmitted.

But under the laws of the material universe, this process was forcibly given time, offering a thread of hope beyond despair.

Infinite radiance illuminated all things. Even though the Hunt's numbers grew every moment, they couldn't immediately lock onto Qi Shiming's weakness, only snatching away portions of his psychic energy. And the next second, that psychic energy would regrow with the transmission of light.

Meanwhile, Qi Shiming had also completed his weapon and glimpsed part of the Warp's truth.

Psychic power was born from intelligent life. The Warp's existence similarly meant countless intelligent lives perishing, civilizations falling.

Only destroyed civilizations would be unable to suppress these Warp creatures, allowing them to proliferate and destroy other emerging civilizations too.

The Warp was a grave of civilizations, inscribed with countless heavy deaths.

The despair from innumerable destructions filled the Warp's psychic energy with negative emotions.

Would humanity perish and become part of the Warp?

This question came too suddenly, too real. Qi Shiming wasn't someone with absolute confidence—he would give himself an answer based on reality: "perhaps," and under beautiful prospects, give everyone an answer: "definitely not."

He didn't know how long his light could last, after all, he had already experienced death once.

But before being completely consumed, he would keep burning.

At the moment before his weakness was locked onto and he was about to be slain, Qi Shiming spoke.

"Mo Wen, I'm coming to save you!"

He couldn't let Mo Wen survive, but perhaps he could let Mo Wen die without pain.