I raised stunning young ladies, but they all wanted to possess me.

Gu Yan felt as if something soft had bumped into her heart.

He walked up to her, reached out, and very gently took her hand in his.

Her hands were very cold, as if they had been in the snow for a long time.

"Shi Wei".

He called her name.

"Um."

"I'm back."

"You don't need to waste money anymore."

Fu Shiwei looked at him, her eyelashes trembling slightly.

Then she laughed.

The smile was very small, but Gu Yan could tell it was genuine.

Like the first ray of light carved out by spring beneath the frozen surface of a lake.

Gu Yan hesitated for a long time before finally speaking.

He spoke tactfully, saying he needed power, that the next wave of Black Tide's attack would be fiercer than any before, and that his mental strength was insufficient, requiring their help.

He fell silent after he finished speaking, waiting for their reply.

Fu Wanqing and Fu Shiwei stopped in their tracks at the same time.

Neither of them spoke.

The setting sun fell on them, overlapping their shadows.

Gu Yan thought they disagreed and was about to say it was okay, just pretend I didn't say anything.

Fu Wanqing suddenly turned around and hugged him tightly.

Her face was buried in his chest, her voice muffled, a mixture of sobs and laughter.

"Gu Yan, are you stupid?"

"We've waited for you for three years."

"You've been dead for three years, and we thought we'd never see you again."

"Now that you're back alive, you're asking us if we can help you."

"Do you know that we're willing to do anything to make you stronger, to keep you alive?"

"Don't say it's this."

"Even if you asked me to give you my life, I would."

Fu Shiwei stood beside him, watching him quietly.

There was something deep and profound in her eyes, like a sea bathed in the glow of the setting sun.

She stepped forward and took his hand very, very lightly.

"Gu Yan".

"Three years ago in the forest, you carried me for dozens of miles."

"At that time, I thought, if you ever need me, I will definitely be there."

"Now you need it."

"I'm right here."

"You don't need to say anything."

"We know everything."

Gu Yan looked at them.

The light of the setting sun fell on the three people, making their shadows merge into one.

He reached out and pulled them both into his arms.

The grass was soft, and the wind was gentle.

In the distance, birdsong echoes as they return to their nests; nearby, we can hear each other's breaths.

He lowered his head and kissed Fu Wanqing first.

Her lips were soft, carrying the salty taste of tears and the scent of shampoo.

Then there's Fu Shiwei.

Her lips were cool, but very gentle.

The three people lay intertwined on the grass. The light of the setting sun gradually dimmed, and the moon rose from the east, illuminating the blades of grass.

Fu Wanqing's long pink hair spread out on the grass, like a blooming cherry blossom.

Fu Shiwei's amber-colored long hair was intertwined with hers, making them indistinguishable.

The night breeze rustled the grass, as if it were guarding some secret for them.

That night was both long and short.

A few withered blades of grass, bent low and flat, lay scattered on the ground, swaying gently in the breeze.

Gu Yan stood between them, listening as their breathing gradually calmed down.

He looked up at the moon in the sky, and something inside him slowly melted away.

He became stronger.

He could feel it.

The spiritual energy within his body was as if two brand-new springs had been injected into it, clear and abundant.

He closed his eyes and hugged the two of them even tighter.

Fu Shiwei turned slightly to the side and placed his hand very lightly on his chest.

He lowered his head and kissed the tops of their heads.

The moon hung in the sky, very round and bright.

The searchlights in the camp swept across the distance like an eye that refused to sleep.

Looking at the night sky, Gu Yan suddenly felt a sense of certainty she had never felt before.

He will win the final battle.

He had to win for these people.

.....

The day of the decisive battle is drawing ever closer.

Gu Yan found the liaison officer of the Global Superpower Association and asked about the details of the God-Making Project.

The thirty adaptors are all SS-rank.

It sounds intimidating.

But Gu Yan simply nodded after listening, without saying anything more.

He knew in his heart that SS-class was an insurmountable barrier in the eyes of ordinary people, but in front of the Black Tide, it was just a slightly harder rock.

Before he died, Xu said that he was the weakest. If that is true, then the real core combat forces deep in the Black Tide would probably only be cannon fodder, even if they were SS-level.

This power is not enough.

Far from enough.

The World Government then convened an emergency meeting.

The event was broadcast live globally, with representatives from all war zones voting online.

There is only one issue.

The battle lines have been stretched too thin.

The five war zones were fighting independently, with their forces spread across thousands of kilometers of defense lines, causing them to bleed at every turn.

Instead of defending everywhere and collapsing everywhere, it would be better to concentrate all the available troops in one place and fight a real decisive battle with the Black Tide.

The voting results are in.

It passed overwhelmingly.

The decisive battle will take place in the East Asian theater.

There is Gu Yan there, the most concentrated top-tier powerhouses on the combat power rankings, and the vast territory and population of the Great Xia.

All the troops that could still move, all the superhumans who were still alive, all the fighter jets that could still fly, and all the tanks that could still fire their cannons were all gathering in the direction of Jinghai.

Gu Yan was standing on the city wall of the eighth defense line when she heard the news.

He was silent for a long time.

The East Asia theater is already the theater of greatest pressure.

Now the whole world has placed its final bet on this.

We've won; humanity still has a future.

If you lose, you really lose everything.

The weight on his shoulders felt heavier, so heavy that he could hardly breathe.

But he had no choice but to agree.

No one gave him the option to refuse.

The girls seemed to have made a pact to take turns helping him relieve stress.

Lin Jinyu dragged him to the training ground for sparring every day, knocking him down three times before pulling him up again to continue.

She said you can't afford to collapse now, because if you collapse, I'll collapse too.

Every night, Pei Yuran would accompany him to watch the stars on the city wall. She would sit quietly beside him without saying a word, occasionally wiping her sword across her knees.

Chiyomiya Yuzuru brewed him tea, even bringing out the Chiyomiya family's ancestral calming tea recipe.

Shen Youyao and Shen Youwei performed mental energy guidance on him, with the two personalities taking turns, one gentle and the other sharp-tongued, but in the end they would obediently lean on his shoulder.

Fu Wanqing was in charge of being funny, bringing him different kinds of food every day, saying that he needed to be well-fed to have the strength to save the world.

Fu Shiwei doesn't talk much, but she appears at his room door every morning to wait for him to go for a run together.

During their morning run, their shadows swayed side by side in the morning light. Neither of them spoke first, but both felt at ease.

Gu Yan stood on the city wall, watching the army and refugees rushing towards Jinghai.

The highways were jammed with tanks and trucks, military trains ran along the tracks, and squadrons of armed helicopters flew overhead.

The crowds and the torrent of steel mingled together, like veins of blood converging in the same direction.