Global End, I Awaken the Unique Rank Speedrun Dungeon

The building collapsed, the battle intensified, and long staffs reaped the evil spirits one by one, while "This Body Bears the World" transformed them into dark spirits.

The number of Black Spirits surged, so Zhuang Yu simply continued to devour them, and the 'Substitute Soul' Black Spirits also broke through to level two under the feeding.

Noticing that someone was fighting against the evil spirit in the area behind, Zhuang Yu guessed that it was the Meng family helping to get rid of the evil spirit.

In order to end this quickly, Zhuang Yu released the Black Spirit within his body. The black tsunami collided with the horde of evil spirits, causing their numbers to drop drastically.

In half an hour, most of the troubles in the inner city were resolved.

The battle armor was stained red, turning dark red.

"Devouring level one black spirits doesn't bring much improvement. Only devouring more than 100,000 will bring about a significant change. I need to start cultivating the Body-Spirit Fusion Secret Technique as soon as possible."

When they faced the Meng family's top management again, they all eagerly approached them.

"Brother Zhuang is truly a young hero. He is so talented at such a young age. I admire him greatly."

Mengxuan disregarded the dignity of an elder and patted Zhuang Yu on the back affectionately.

"There is still much for me to learn. You are the towering peak that stands tall. Before the end of the world, I'm afraid I won't even be able to see you."

The Meng family is, after all, a powerful and wealthy clan. These old foxes are all very shrewd. Although Zhuang Yu doesn't like them, he can't lack the necessary magnanimity.

"Hey, there's no such thing as senior or junior. Now it's all about ability. I should be the one calling you senior."

"My strength is superficial, but your strength comes from within, and you truly deserve the title of senior."

Seeing the two chatting so enthusiastically, Meng Chuan interjected, "Brother Zhuang Yu, you must be tired after the battle just now. Let Meng Ling take you to rest."

Meng Ling nodded slightly, a faint smile playing on her lips, her voice clear and polite: "Hello."

Zhuang Yu's gaze lingered on Meng Ling for a moment: "Hello, it's nice to meet you."

In his previous life, Zhuang Yu had only met Meng Ling at the War God Conference. Although they were both War Gods of China, their statuses were worlds apart.

At their peak, Zhuang Yu was only at the Annihilation level, while Meng Ling was at the End level. In addition, as the most mysterious and unique level-sequence holder in China, the two rarely crossed paths.

To be honest, seeing the other person now gives me the illusion of meeting a celebrity.

Watching the two figures walk away, one of the elders said, "How can we win him over?"

Mengxuan stroked his beard: "No rush. Young people will develop bonds over time. We just need to make sure we don't leave a bad impression on him."

Mengchuan was pleased with this and expressed his agreement.

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"Young Master Zhuang, what brings you here?"

"Just call me by my name, no need to be so formal. We're both at the same level, and we'll most likely be colleagues in the future."

"Colleagues?"

"Yes, let's work together to protect China, protect human civilization, and dedicate ourselves to safeguarding all living beings."

The world is not black and white; there are evil people and good people, but most people waver between good and evil.

The apocalypse shifts the red line between the two, thus expanding the range of evil.

Yet some people still hold fast to their principles, sacrificing themselves to give others hope for survival.

"To defend all living beings under heaven," Meng Ling murmured.

"That sounds like something a chivalrous hero in a storybook would say. You must be a kind person."

Zhuang Yu smiled and said, "You don't understand me. Many people have died by my hand. Some of them may have been good people, but they were hostile to me, so I killed them."

The two walked side by side. Upon hearing this, Meng Ling turned her head to look at Zhuang Yu, meeting his gaze, and asked curiously, "Then will you regret it?"

"I have no regrets. Just like the ocean washes over the rocks, the rocks can only cut through all the waves in order to avoid being swallowed by them."

Zhuang Yu said meaningfully, "However, sometimes we have no choice but to be confined to one place like a reef, and sooner or later we will be worn down by the waves."

Mengling's lips twitched slightly, but she remained silent.

After a long silence, she said, "What if everyone harbors ill intentions towards you? Would you kill them all?"

Although the two had only known each other for a short time, Mengling felt as if Zhuang Yu knew her.

As the daughter of the head of the Meng family, how could she not understand the meaning behind his words?

This was precisely the question that had been buried deep within her for a long time, and she desperately wanted to hear the answer.

The silver mask shimmered in the light, as did the bright eyes.

Zhuang Yu stared into those pupils: "No."

"No way?" Mengling looked away and lowered her head.

"When I say no, I mean that not everyone in the world will harbor ill will towards me."

Zhuang Yu noticed Meng Ling pause in her steps and said, "I will not forgive those who hurt me. The boiling passion in my heart should not be melted by belated kindness."

"The passage of time will wash away my hatred for my enemies, but choosing to forgive is a betrayal of my younger, weaker self, and it hurts those who love me deeply."

"Everyone's life contains tragedies to some extent. There are always people who don't care about other people's feelings, who inflict malice on others for no reason, or who create unnecessary sorrow because of their own desires."

Mengling suddenly felt a jolt in her heart.

She pursed her lips and listened as Zhuang Yu continued.

"I cannot hate the whole world out of hatred. I adhere to my bottom line, believe that there is good in the world, and contribute my strength to protect that good. This is my philosophy."

He turned to look at Mengling, his tightly furrowed brows concealing an anguish that was difficult for outsiders to understand.

Zhuang Yu understood that it was too early to let Meng Ling leave the Meng family.

She hasn't let go of her family values. The education she received from childhood taught her that life is given by the family and that the meaning of her existence is to continue the family line.

It's impossible to destroy a person's heart or shatter their deep-rooted family values ​​with just a few words.

"Thanks."

The two arrived at the Meng family mansion. Meng Ling was still pondering what she had just said when she heard someone call her from behind.

"Little Ling~!"

"Huanhuan?"

Mengling was surprised to see her best friend. She rubbed her eyes until Lu Huihuan ran up to her and took her hand.

"What's wrong? Are you surprised to see me here?"

Lu Huihuan stuck out a small section of her tongue and made a face. Meng Ling looked at her familiar friend and smiled from the bottom of her heart.

"Huanhuan, I thought I would never see you again."

Since she cleared the initial dungeon, she has been searching everywhere for Lu Huihuan. To this end, she immediately began clearing the inner city after clearing out the evil spirits in the Meng Family Villa area.

Overwhelmed with worry for her best friend's safety, Mengling could no longer hold back and gave him a deep hug.

"Alright, alright, stop being so girly, I'm fine now."

"Yeah, I'm just so happy. By the way, when did you get back?"

Lu Huihuan rubbed Mengling's cheek: "Oh, actually I didn't come by myself, I was brought here by someone."

"Huh? By whom?"

"Look, that's the person behind you, what's his name again? Oh, Zhuang Yu!"

Mengling turned around, her face beaming with genuine and fervent joy, a stark contrast to the fake expressions she had cultivated at the Meng family home in the past.

"Mr. Zhuang, thank you for saving Huanhuan."