The end of the world is approaching, I'm handing myself over to the country.

The middle-aged man gave a detailed report on their operations.

"We appeared before them as apostles of God, performed a tiny, insignificant 'miracle,' cured a few dying cripples, and promised them enough immortality and powerful benefits."

The middle-aged man's tone was full of mockery.

"They didn't even offer much actual help; they just handed over everything."

Lord Yun listened quietly and nodded in satisfaction.

"Well done, since that's the case..."

Lord Yun paused for a moment, and a glint of light suddenly flashed in his previously calm eyes.

"Have you found out anything about that treasure?"

That's what he cares about most. As for the life and death of those Earthlings, it's not worth mentioning at all.

The middle-aged man nodded immediately.

"We have news."

"Where?"

"Not in this world, or rather, not in the dimension we currently inhabit." The middle-aged man's tone became serious.

"Those Earthlings confessed that the treasure was hidden in a place called 'Wasteland Era'."

Lord Yun frowned.

"Wasteland Era?" He searched his memory for the name, but found nothing.

"What is that place? Some hidden dimensional ruin?"

The middle-aged man shook his head.

"It's not a relic, but the Earthlings call it a game."

Lord Yun's eyes turned cold, and the temperature around him instantly dropped.

"Are you kidding me? A game-changing treasure hidden inside a game?"

"Please calm down, sir," the middle-aged man quickly explained, bowing even lower.

"This is not an ordinary game. It is an extremely realistic and immersive game that can even affect the rules of the real world."

"Those powerful beings among the Earthlings obtained their power through this game."

The middle-aged man quickly added.

"They've bound that treasure to the game's core code or some kind of underlying rule. To get the treasure, you have to enter that game world."

"We are trying to find a way to force our way in, but the way that game is entered is extremely strange, rejecting all spiritual entities that are not part of the Blue Star faction."

Lord Yun's brows relaxed slightly, but the calculation in his eyes grew deeper.

A game that connects to reality and even hides valuable treasures?

That's an interesting variable.

"Alright." Lord Yun nodded, acknowledging the value of the information.

He turned around and looked again at the blood moon in the night sky, his tone turning icy cold.

"However, the action needs to be expedited."

"Those lunatics in the Netherworld have been making more and more noise lately. They may be stupid, but they'll find out sooner or later."

Lord Yun knew Youmingtian's style very well; once those guys set their sights on something, they would tear it apart like mad dogs.

It would be a disaster if they got to enter the game first and get the treasure.

"Pass down the order." Lord Yun's voice was filled with unquestionable authority.

"To make a move secretly."

"Since that damn game excludes non-Blue Star factions, then we'll take advantage of the rules."

A cruel sneer appeared on Lord Yun's lips.

"To take over these humans' bodies and become 'human'."

The middle-aged man's eyes lit up, and he immediately understood what Lord Yun meant.

"Your Excellency is wise. As long as they obtain the recognition of their human identity, they can avoid the game's exclusion."

"In addition, make two arrangements." Lord Yun said, looking at the distant firelight, enunciating each word clearly.

"Help humanity slay the monsters of the Netherworld!"

"They like to cause destruction, don't they? Then let's use our human identities to openly and honestly wipe them out here."

"To muddy the waters and pin all the blame on the people of Earth."

Lord Yun stretched out his hand and made a grasping motion in the air, as if he had already held the entire situation in the palm of his hand.

"I want the treasure, and I also want the lives of these guys from the Netherworld Heaven."

The middle-aged man bowed deeply.

"I will take care of it immediately and ensure that all those beasts from the Netherworld are buried here."

The top of the high-rise building fell silent once again.

The man in white stood quietly, waiting for the massive storm that would affect all factions to finally arrive.

......

Within the Wasteland Era.

"Sizzle—!"

A blue arc of electricity flickered at the joint of the mechanical skeleton before settling down.

Lin Mo held a heavy plasma wrench in his hand, staring at the newly constructed power armor in front of him, his eyes shining with satisfaction.

This thing is much more interesting than comprehending authority.

But in order to become stronger, he has spent almost all his time these past few days comprehending various powers.

That clash of pure streams of consciousness made him, a violent individual accustomed to physical exorcism, feel itchy all over and his head ached.

Why not relax by doing some tapping and banging?

"Although it's just A-series power armor, it can still play a significant role once it's mass-produced and available to the market."

Lin Mo muttered something and bent down to pick up the miniature reactor on the ground.

頜頜.

A sound of flapping wings broke the silence of the workshop.

A plump sparrow landed precisely on the unfolded blueprint next to Lin Mo.

His tiny paws left two barely noticeable dents on the paper, and his beady black eyes stared at Lin Mo.

A light, cheerful sound came from the sparrow's beak, yet it was quite serious.

Those guys from Yuanzu Heaven have already appeared.

Lin Mo immediately put down everything in his hands, turned around, and his eyes, which were originally tired and somewhat listless, suddenly became frighteningly bright.

"It's finally here."

"I've been waiting for so long, my bones are practically rusting."

"How many people came?" Lin Mo's lips curled into a dangerous smile as he excitedly rubbed the grease off his gloves. "Where are they staying? What are they doing? Did they directly fight with those idiots from Youmingtian?"

The sparrow tilted its fluffy head.

There has been no direct, full-scale conflict at present.

Those guys, disguised as divine apostles, are distributing welfare to humanity across the planet.

Lin Mo's excitement froze.

He picked at his ear with his little finger, wondering if he had misheard.

Lin Mo: "..."

"ha?"

Lin Mo stared at the naturally adorable sparrow: "Giving out perks? Is it the kind of perks I'm thinking of?"

The sparrow hopped around a couple of times, then settled into a more comfortable position.

Based on my observations, they are exploiting faith to gain the trust of humanity on Earth, thereby obtaining the information they desire.

Sparrow paused for a moment, then added.

[Furthermore, during their interactions with humans, they were indeed informed of some important information, such as the existence of Wasteland Era and the connection between the game and reality.]

Lin Mo pursed his lips.

He thought it was something serious.

"So what if you know?" Lin Mo leaned back against the workbench and casually picked up a rag to wipe the wrench.

"I never intended to hide it. Almost everyone on the planet Earth who's breathing knows about this game now, so there's no way to hide it now."

With the way Blue Star players communicate—they can shout out even the color of their underwear in the world chat—it would be a miracle if they could keep it a secret.