Body command feeding world

A leaden sky perpetually shrouded the fortress of hope, devoid of sunlight, stars, and moon, only a year-round haze and miasma, trapping this last isolated city of humanity in a deathly, oppressive silence. The clamor and adoration at the main city gates gradually subsided, but the lingering fervor of the entire city continued to surge wildly in every street, every watchtower, and in the heart of every survivor.

Surrounded by the Falcon Squad and high-ranking members of the stronghold, Wu Wei walked slowly forward, his back still ramrod straight as a spear. His black clothes were spotless, and his aura was calm and restrained, the power of the Three Elements Perfection suppressed by the Commander and running smoothly without any outward sharpness. His face maintained its usual cold indifference, his jawline was taut, his lips were pressed into a thin but hard line, his brows were slightly flat, only his eyes were cold as ice, indifferently sweeping over the crowded people on both sides of the street, the fully armed guard squad, the bullet-riddled walls, and the mottled bloodstains on the ground.

There was no surprise, no emotion, no pity.

He merely observed the myriad aspects of human life in this post-apocalyptic world with detached indifference, like a passerby.

Within his sea of ​​consciousness, Shu's thoughts were gentle yet clear as he reiterated the rules, his tone calm and unwavering:

"The mortal stronghold is safe and free from any fluctuations in its origin. The origin of this realm is concentrated only within the final Origin Fiend Lord. Apart from that, there are no other scattered origins in the entire realm. Realm artifacts cannot absorb origins from the environment; they can only be obtained by slaying high-level fiends and ultimately killing the Origin Fiend Lord. I still cannot anchor myself here or interfere. I can only absorb the remnant realm's origin when you complete your mission and open the return passage."

Wu Wei's eyelashes trembled slightly, and he understood.

There are no isolated origins, and there are no shortcuts.

His elemental artifact remained lifeless and shrouded in darkness from beginning to end, not by chance, but because this was the inherent rule of this realm—all origins converge and reside only within the final boss's body.

This means that he must slay all the evil spirits along the way until he faces the original evil master in order to fully replenish the boundary artifact and complete this timeless, death-or-death solo trial.

Zhou Mingshan walked to Wu Wei's left front, his steps respectful and steady. He occasionally turned his head to gesture, his tone cautious and earnest: "Your Excellency, you must be tired from your journey. I have prepared a quiet room in the highest tower in the central area. It is safe and secluded, and you will not be disturbed. You can rest assured. You can freely mobilize all the supplies, weapons, intelligence, and armed squads within the fortress. We will provide whatever we can without hesitation."

Ten years have passed, and the Bulwark of Hope has never seen such a top-tier powerhouse descend upon it.

For Zhou Mingshan, and for the entire fortress, Wu Wei was not a guest, but their only lifeline.

Wu Wei nodded slightly, his voice low and steady, devoid of any extra emotion: "A quiet room will suffice; nothing else is necessary."

He needs no resources, no power, and no offerings from ordinary people.

He only needed an inconspicuous foothold to hunt down evil spirits to feed the elemental artifacts, while waiting for the moment when he would finally face the original evil master.

"Yes, I will follow your arrangements." Zhou Mingshan replied hastily, not daring to disobey in the slightest.

The group walked through the crowded and noisy main street and turned into a relatively quiet alley in the heart of the stronghold. This was the residential area for the stronghold's high command and elite squads, where defenses were even tighter. Guards stood every three steps and sentries every five steps, fully armed garrison soldiers standing at attention with sharp eyes like eagles, keeping all outsiders out. The stench of gunpowder and decay in the air had lessened considerably, but it still couldn't suppress the deep-seated sense of despair.

Small groups of people lined up to pay their respects along the way, their eyes fixed on Wu Wei with awe.

These tough men, who fought bloody battles in the ruins and never bowed their heads, all lowered their proud heads before this mysterious and powerful figure who had slain the Blood Leech and the Silent Shadow Fox.

Wang Ziqi followed closely beside Wu Wei, his heart filled with turmoil.

He was once a listless, aimless teenager. Then, a catastrophe struck, and he witnessed the brutal deaths of his family and friends, and the loss of his comrades. He struggled for ten years in a sea of ​​corpses and blood, transforming from a helpless, crying child into a squad leader who took up arms. He had seen too much death, too much despair, and too many teammates who were laughing and joking one moment and then being torn to shreds by the demons the next.

He thought he would spend his entire life in this cage, waiting to be devoured by the evil spirit.

Until the emergence of Wu and Wei.

That solitary, aloof figure, capable of shattering all laws with a single spear thrust, became the only light in his dark life.

"Your Excellency, the Jing Shi Tower is just ahead." Wang Ziqi lowered his voice, his tone respectful, his brows slightly relaxed, showing a hint of relief. "It is guarded by an elite team 24 hours a day, so it is absolutely safe. The interior is fully equipped with clean water, food, and basic medical supplies."

Wu Wei looked up.

A concrete tower with more than ten stories stood before us, its walls reinforced with thick armor, and its top floor equipped with lookouts and heavy machine guns. The doors and windows were tightly sealed, making it an excellent place for concealment and rest.

He didn't say anything, and stepped into the lobby on the first floor of the tower.

The hall was simple and spacious, with only a few simple tables and chairs. On the walls hung a map of the entire stronghold, the distribution areas of the evil spirits, and a list of missing teams. The dense writing and red markings were shocking. Zhou Mingshan waved to dismiss the guards and accompanying high-ranking officers, leaving only Wang Ziqi's team waiting outside. Inside the hall, only he and Wu Wei remained.

"Your Excellency, there is something I must report truthfully." Zhou Mingshan's expression suddenly turned solemn, his white-haired head lowered slightly, and his tone was extremely heavy. "For the past month, the evil spirits outside the fortress have been gathering frantically."

Wu Wei leaned against the wall, one hand in his pocket, the other gently stroking the lifeless, dull elemental artifact in his palm. His expression was blank as he spoke calmly, "Explain in detail."

His tone was calm, yet it carried an imposing force that commanded respect.

Zhou Mingshan took a deep breath, pointed to the map of the entire territory on the wall, his fingertip tracing the red areas spreading around the fortress, his voice low and tense: "Starting three months ago, low-level evil spirits became unusually active, with the number of Corpse Evil, Shadow Face Evil, and Blood Leech Evil increasing exponentially; a month ago, B-level evil spirits began to appear frequently, including the Silent Shadow Fox, Rot Claw Dog, Saliva Spider, and Wailing Wall Evil, which successively destroyed seventeen of our outer armed squads."

"All the evil spirits are moving towards the Wall of Hope."

"They are not scattered and wandering; they are an organized, purposeful, and directed blockade."

At this point, the old man's body trembled slightly, and deep fear lurked in his eyes: "We've guarded this place for ten years and have never seen anything like it... It's as if something is manipulating all the evil spirits behind the scenes, trying to swallow the entire fortress, and all of us whole."

Terror at this moment is no longer the screams and corpses in the ruins, but the unseen manipulation, the approaching dead end, and the inescapable hunt.

The entire bulwark of hope has long since become a caged beast.

Wu Wei's brows furrowed almost imperceptibly, and a cold glint flashed in his eyes.

He understood.

The abnormal gathering of evil spirits is not due to scattered origins—there are no scattered origins in this world to begin with.

Rather, it is because the original evil master is awakening, mobilizing all the evil spirits under his command to clear obstacles and accumulate power.

His trials were never aimless hunting, but a countdown to death against the Primal Fiend Lord.

The abundance of the World-Elemental Artifacts can ultimately be determined by that one battle.

Shu's thoughts were gently confirmed in his sea of ​​consciousness:

"The unusual movement of the Fiend Spirits is a sign that the Primal Fiend Lord is about to awaken. There are no scattered Primal Entities, so there's no need to search for them. Just wait for the Fiend Lord to fully manifest and the battle to decide the outcome. Until then, you can freely hunt down high-level Fiend Spirits to accumulate the amount of Primal Entities you can absorb, as long as you don't reveal your strength and don't kill mortals."

Wu Wei remained calm and composed, his expression unchanged, as he glanced at Zhou Mingshan and said, "I understand."

There were no promises of protection, no grand pronouncements, only a calm acceptance.

Zhou Mingshan breathed a long sigh of relief, feeling as if he had been granted a pardon. He bowed deeply to Wu Wei and said, "With your words, I am relieved... No matter what is behind it all, as long as you are here, we still have hope of survival."

The old man knew that the mysterious and powerful figure before him might be indifferent or taciturn, but he would never stand idly by while the evil spirits slaughtered mortals—this was humanity's only belief in dire straits.

Just now.

A series of hurried and frantic footsteps suddenly came from outside the tower. Wang Ziqi, his face grave, pushed open the door and entered. After saluting, he spoke rapidly and urgently, "Elder Zhou! Your Excellency! Urgent intelligence!"

"A massive wave of evil has simultaneously erupted in the Western Third District, Southern Seventh District, and Eastern Second District of the Barrier! Corpse Evil, Shadow Spirits, Withered Claw Demons, Giant Blood Leech Evil... numbering in the tens of thousands. At least five armed squads stationed there are besieged and request reinforcements!"

"The demonic spirits are like madmen, recklessly charging the defensive line!"

The words fell.

The air in the hall froze instantly.

Zhou Mingshan's expression changed drastically. He staggered, grabbing the wall to steady himself, his aged face filled with despair: "It's here...it's finally here..."

A comprehensive attack by the evil tide.

Humanity's last line of defense is about to collapse.

Wu Wei slowly straightened up.

A barely perceptible glint finally flashed in his usually silent and cold eyes.

He does not need guidance from the fundamental fluctuations.

No boundary element warning is needed.

The prelude to the final chapter of this trial has officially begun.

He raised his hand and gripped the double-edged spear behind him, which was disguised as an ordinary short gun. His fingertips tightened around the golden grip point one-third of the way down the shaft. His movements were steady, and his aura was cold.

"lead the way."

Two simple words, without any dramatic tension, yet carrying immense power.

Wang Ziqi shuddered, abruptly raising his head, his eyes flashing with intense fire, and straightened his body, responding sharply:

"Yes, Your Excellency!"

Outside the window, under a leaden sky, the raging tide, like a giant black wave, crashed madly towards the bulwark of hope.

Gunfire, roars, screams, and the sound of collapsing buildings instantly tore through the sky.

Ten years of purgatory, the ultimate hunt.

One man, one gun, one lonely city.

Wu Wei strode out of the quiet room, his black clothes fluttering, his gaze cold and sharp as a knife.

From this moment on, his battlefield transformed from wandering alone in the ruins to protecting the entire human world.

The artifact in the palm of the hand remained lifeless.

The central nervous system of the mind quietly awaits orders.

The trial has no time limit; failure means death.

This time, however, behind him were no longer empty ruins.

They are hundreds of thousands of ordinary people, countless armed squads that have fought bloody battles, and humanity's last hope.