Those who reincarnate must die.

"Seven times?" Zhang Lang's eyes widened. "Including the two you've already experienced, that makes nine times?"

"This is just what I've heard," Zeus shook his head and sighed. "The intervals between these nine occurrences range from a few decades to two or three hundred years, dating back to a thousand years ago. I don't know how many times there were before that."

"But one thing is certain: as the number of annihilations increases, the intervals between annihilations tend to become shorter and shorter..."

"Nine consecutive annihilations have left the Shen clan so weak now...?" Zhang Lang frowned slightly. "Do you know anything about the annihilation records of other races?"

"I've investigated some data from the last thousand years," Zeus recalled. "The You tribe was wiped out ten times, the Si tribe nine times, the Hai tribe six times, the Wu tribe five times..."

"Of the three clans, the Yin clan was wiped out twice, the Chou clan once, while the Chen clan... has no record of ever being wiped out."

"The Chen Clan... has never been wiped out?" Zhang Lang frowned.

"So, you know how powerful the Chen Clan is?" Zeus sighed. "The fewer times a race is wiped out, the deeper its foundation is built, and the longer some powerful old guys live."

"And within the deeply entrenched Chen Clan, Divine Wrath Iron Jaw is a powerful expert of the highest rank. One can only imagine how difficult such a monster is to deal with!"

"He might even have stolen some of the altar's authority!"

Zhang Lang nodded slightly.

Even a remnant soul, after fusing with a metallic crystal, can slowly steal the authority of the altar, let alone the Wrathful Iron Jaw that holds three major crystals.

His current strength is no longer just a matter of personal power; it can even shake the foundation of the altar to a certain extent!

Zhang Lang had previously heard from the Chen Clan that the altar feared the power of the Divine Wrath Iron Jaw and imposed extremely strict restrictions on him, which he found somewhat strange at the time. No matter how strong a Reincarnator was, they were still within the altar's rules; why would the altar be afraid of them?

Now, according to Zeus, what truly touched the altar was not the power of the Iron Jaws of God, but the power he had stolen!

It wasn't that the altar was afraid of the giant dinosaur, but rather that the altar was vying with it for power.

This is also good news for Zhang Lang. It shows that the altar and the Wrathful Jaws are, to some extent, irreconcilable enemies. The fact that the altar can still function normally means that the Wrathful Jaws is the weaker party. No matter how powerful it is, it is just a lion that has been chained up!

"Now, is there any way to stop the Shen clan's annihilation?"

Zeus looked at Zhang Lang: "The only way is to preserve the Shen clan's control."

"Once the control value collapses, the Shen clan's main world will be exposed to the claws of other races. Our clan alone cannot protect this fragile world."

"So what we need to do now is lock down the worlds with the lowest attribution values ​​and protect them!"

Zhang Lang nodded: "How many such worlds are there?"

"Currently, we have identified eight worlds that will collapse after a single mission, and five of them have already experienced one mission within this cycle. The altar will not issue two missions to the same world within a single cycle."

"Therefore, there are still three worlds in danger." Zeus drew three circles on the table: "What we need to do is concentrate our efforts and protect these three worlds."

Zhang Lang nodded: "When the alien races enter, our altar will also issue corresponding tasks, right?"

"The altars will be chosen based on the strength of the invading alien race to fight against. However, the outcome is hard to predict."

Zhang Lang analyzed, "So, we need to send some help?"

"No..." Zeus shook his head and laughed, "We need to patch up these three worlds!"

"Patch?" Zhang Lang didn't quite understand.

Zeus smiled slightly: "The Shen Clan only has a thousand altars, but there are tens of thousands of worlds. Only a small percentage of these worlds are assigned tasks each cycle. Do you think it's such a coincidence that those five worlds were all assigned tasks by the altars?"

"This is manipulated? Actively assigning tasks to the world, the so-called 'patching'?" Zhang Lang's eyes lit up. "So, all we need to do is find a way to patch up the rest of the world too!"

Zeus nodded: "I'm working on it, but we don't have enough of the necessary equipment. Let's try to patch it up before these three worlds are chosen as battlefields..."

"Heroic missions are never easy, but they're always easier than battlefield missions. And if you succeed, your world ownership will increase, and your altar control will also rise accordingly."

"We've weathered this cycle, but what about the next one?"

"We can only take it one step at a time," Zeus said. "I have already mobilized the Reincarnators to search for relevant enhancements and try to ensure that patches are applied in time for each mission cycle. If any cannot be patched, we can only monitor them closely, and once a battlefield is selected..."

Zhang Lang understood immediately: "I will take action!"

Zeus nodded: "Therefore, I require you to be on standby every month, and not to participate in missions until the very last day." With that, he traded Zhang Lang a fire enhancement that could determine the battlefield to join.

"Understood." Zhang Lang accepted the enhancement.

"But what if two worlds are invaded simultaneously..." Zhang Lang looked at Zeus, "Do you have a backup plan?"

Zeus chuckled: "Have you forgotten? Besides you, who is the strongest among the Shen tribe?"

Zhang Lang looked into Zeus's eyes, the eyes of this elder who had experienced the extinction of two races, and saw a resolute light shining in them.

…………

In the days that followed, Zhang Lang returned to his normal life.

Having lived in this world for a year and a half, Zhang Lang has entered his senior year. His classmates are all starting to prepare for graduate school entrance exams and internships, and the once peaceful and relaxed campus life has begun to become tense. In the eyes of these students who are at the crossroads of their lives, the future seems to be shrouded in a hazy fog, and they cannot see the direction.

But in Zhang Lang's eyes, what was shrouded in mist was not his future life, but the entire world.

"What's wrong?"

In a hot pot restaurant near the school, Su Jie nudged Zhang Lang's arm.

"Huh?" Zhang Lang snapped out of his daze and looked at the dining table in front of him.

Su Jie, Tong Fei, Gu Shushu, Le Xinyi, Ye Peng, Cheng Jun, and Chen Lin.

During a break from our busy studies and work, a few close friends got together for a meal.

Cheng Jun was fine; he was naturally good at socializing, and with several beautiful women at the table, he handled things with ease. Chen Lin, on the other hand, seemed to have a slight temper.

She couldn't understand why Su Jie had been getting closer and closer to that vixen Le Xinyi lately... and that Gu Shushu, whom she had always thought was a strange girl, turned out to be quite competitive after tidying herself up.

This silly girl, doesn't she have any sense of crisis? Isn't she afraid that her sweetheart will be stolen away?

The distressed Chen Lin could never have imagined that among everyone present, only she and her boyfriend were truly worried about the trivialities of life.

In a sense, this couple is the happiest.