The old man you see with your phone is highly suspicious.

"God-Slaying Thunder!" The thunder and flames of the Sky Thunder blasted him back.

At the same time, the blazing light from the giant's hand struck the giant tree, like a thrilling combo attack. In the next moment, 52 billion souls were released from the monster's body, and they flew into the sky, waving to the giant of light.

The light poured down on this ancient plant monster, and just like the finale of a tokusatsu drama, not a single ray of light escaped; it was all absorbed by the plant. After the 52 billion souls finally departed, the plant, thousands of meters tall, slowly transformed into light ions and dissipated on the Maus Peninsula in Indonesia, leaving no trace.

The sky seemed to clear, the darkness faded, and the light of billions of people was all focused on that giant of light.

In 2027, there will be a total of 86 billion people on Earth.

And now, this light has reached 79 billion people!

The world is terrible, and we all live in a hell called "obedience, studying, working, and debt," but it's not all that terrible. Perhaps we can always change something, even if it's just changing ourselves.

As the light shone down, the giant, whose entire body shone, stood tall on the earth.

……

"I'm alive……"

"I'm not dead yet..."

"Ah, I have already eaten the Divine Tree Fruit, I am an immortal ultimate being... As long as I can escape His range, as long as I can get to that place..."

"This is my escape route!"

A twisted seed, no bigger than a thumb, crawled darkly and distorted on the ground, too weak to even burrow deep into the earth.

"Any living thing, human... no, rabbit, mouse, or even earthworm, parasitize me, parasitize me..." The twisted seed seemed to be making a final, desperate struggle.

However, just when things seemed hopeless, after fleeing for an unknown distance, it was surprised to find a photographer and reporter in the opposite direction who had just finished packing up their equipment.

Yes, even in such an environment, there are fearless reporters and photographers who came here to film Zijra, with the mentality that "even if I die, it's worth it" to observe everything up close and broadcast everything that happened here to all parts of the world.

Without their reporting, so many foolish tools wouldn't have awakened, and none of this would have happened.

"The world is so quiet. We can't even see that fake hero here anymore..."

"Die! Consider this the first interest I've collected from you humans!" The seed shot forward.

……

"It's all over now," the cameraman said as he packed up his camera.

They completed this unprecedented live broadcast. Originally, they were just an ordinary dispatch team from a Boston radio station, but today they were supposed to film a series of bizarre interviews on the beach outside Boston, following a script from their superiors, about "protecting the ocean and banning meat."

Little did they know, they actually filmed the entire unparalleled scene.

Even now, they are still trembling and doubting their own eyes.

As for his original job? Forget about it, he quit. He wanted to travel, to see all the beautiful landscapes of the world. He remembered his childhood dream of becoming a photographer, wanting to use his camera to preserve all the beauty of the world.

Instead of having a 300-kilogram leader who only knows how to eat donuts, producing brainwashing propaganda videos like "banning meat consumption" and "electric vehicles polluting the environment."

The female reporter had also packed up all her equipment. As they put their tools back into the SUV, both the photographer and the reporter smiled at the same time.

"What are your plans for the future?" the photographer asked.

“I suddenly remembered that I wanted to be a painter when I was a child. I’m going to quit my job and try to get into the Vienna Academy of Fine Arts,” the reporter said. “What about you?”

"I want to travel all over the world and capture all the beautiful landscapes from the most objective perspective," the cameraman said.

"Then I wish you good luck."

"I also wish you success in getting into the Vienna Academy of Fine Arts."

The two men smiled at each other, and at that moment they thought of their childhood dreams, rather than this aimless work they had to do to make a living.

But just as they were envisioning a bright future, a twisted seed slowly approached.

Now it was the size of a lamb. Along the way, it had desperately absorbed countless earthworms. Originally, it wouldn't have even given a second glance to such lowly creatures, but now it had no choice but to rely on these things to survive.

"She's going to Vienna? Great, perfect! I'll start my second struggle in Vienna. By then, no one will be able to stop me, right?"

However, it seemed that the photographer noticed it, and he exclaimed to alert the reporter next to him.

Damn it!

Brinton had never felt so humiliated as he watched the two men trying to escape.

It can't sense the aura of that light either, so that's good. It can use the lives of these two people to give itself a new life!

The twisted roots and vines seemed to transform into billions of twisted tentacles, supporting the ground. Each tentacle went its own way, trying to catch up with the two clueless humans at this moment.

All the roots were secreting a kind of transparent mucus, which instantly withered and curled up wherever it passed. Some hyphae emerged from the root nodules, like translucent milky white tentacles, with tiny mouthparts constantly opening and closing at the tips of the caps. In its field of vision, all that remained were the terrified expressions of the two people opposite it.

At this moment, the dark clouds in the sky, which had not yet completely dissipated, quietly revealed a gap, and a ray of light spilled out, sprinkling onto the earth.

The distorted Brinton didn't even have time to see the light in the sky.

The next moment, it looked up and saw light falling from the sky!

"boom!"

It was an incredibly violent bombardment, as if it were happening right behind us. Countless dust particles were kicked up from the ground, and the earth itself trembled.

The reporter and cameraman turned around with difficulty, only to see the flying dust and gravel turning the scene in front of them into smoke. After things calmed down a bit, they looked towards the scene.

Amidst the dispersing smoke, a gigantic arm, faintly glowing, sat within, seemingly connecting upwards to the horizon.

As they raised their gaze, the faces of the two gradually became blank, and their pupils slowly contracted.

They saw it again; the giant, enveloped in light, appeared before them. Even though the light obscured his form, the way he swung his fist still felt like a divine punishment, radiating an undeniable majesty.

The world seemed to stand still at that moment, just like the declaration of "Let there be light," and they stared blankly at the towering giant.

The joy of surviving the ordeal and the indescribable fear mingled in their hearts. They could only stare blankly at the glowing giant, their vision and thoughts completely occupied by its figure.

His brain seemed to have lost its ability to think, and his eyes could not move an inch. At this moment, this figure seemed to occupy his entire life.

The giant tilted his head slightly and, in the soft glow of the sky, slowly extended a thumb.

……

"According to our reporter, a giant of light appeared on the shores of Boston and defeated the monster..."

"The tree roots that appeared all over the world turned into photons and dissipated. A large number of people who had turned into 'zombies' regained consciousness. Everyone was overjoyed and wept, embracing each other."

"Although according to reports from concerned citizens, there are still 'zombies' that haven't recovered. They've all hidden themselves and seem to want to attack others..."

"But then, UN Secretary-General António Guterres spoke, saying, 'Our world has triumphed over the apocalypse!'"

Countless people cheered. Amidst the city's ruins, they watched as their loved ones, who had been turned into zombies, regained their original appearances in the light. They embraced each other, and the cries they shed were not of sorrow, but rather of the most extreme joy.

On the shores of Boston, everyone walked side by side, smiling at each other, everything understood without words.

Only Howard, the male escort, was left staring blankly at all his teammates on the other side.

They were all working together to save the world... and he was a key figure in setting up the celestial ritual and assisting in the "To Glory" ceremony. Even if he wasn't the MVP, he should at least be a supporting player, right? He even arrived first...

But now, he only feels that he and his teammates have been created by a pathetic, thick barrier.

Shivering with cold, I was the only one left standing there.

When will male escorts be able to stand up and stop being discriminated against in their profession?

"Hey! Can you take a picture for me?" Suddenly a cane tapped on his shoulder. Howard turned around and saw that it was "Old Man Loves Crafts" whom he hadn't seen in a long time.

He thought the old man had met with misfortune, but he didn't expect him to come back at this moment. Although he didn't understand why the old man went out, it was obvious that he was also one of the people on the other side.

Holding his camera, looking at the crowd gathered across the street taking pictures... he felt a pang of sadness again...

“Hey, Howard, set the photo delay, and you come stand in the back too,” said the old mystic Austin.

"Me, me?" Howard couldn't believe he was still in the shot.

"hurry up!"

"Oh!"

The camera was set to a 6-second delay. Howard quickly moved to the back of the group, struck what he thought was his coolest pose, and after silently counting to 6, he instantly struck the pose he had been planning for a long time!

However, at this moment, everyone shared the same thought as him.

"Crack!"

The camera shutter clicked, and the image was captured in that moment.

Chapter 201 The Final Chapter of a Parallel World, A Tribute to That Distant Glory

“I’m sorry, Hercules, we may not be able to continue with you,” Hercules said on the shores of Boston.

Behind him, his close friends who had once helped him kill Zeus shared the same thought, smiling as they looked toward the dawn of the world.

“This is, after all, our real world. Although it’s just a parallel world, it’s our true home,” Hector said, glancing at Howard the gigolo who was still fooling around in the distance.

Hector also learned that the boy was his descendant, albeit only a few percent related. That at least proved that many of his descendants were still alive in the world.

“Although I hate to admit it, our strength is no longer sufficient to keep up with the dangers you face. In fact, we might only become a burden in the future. So let’s say goodbye and leave this world behind.” Odysseus smiled. “There are still hundreds of millions of monsters in this world that haven’t been redeemed, right? Someone has to stay here to clean up this mess.”

Xue Dinglu also fell silent. He understood that even the heroes who materialized from fantasy could not save everyone. There were always people in the world who could not be saved even by light. They remained in a 'vegetative state', hiding in some unknown corner of the world.

They are the most evil and terrifying monsters, and there may even be some fallen mystics among them who have escaped the plague. It is very likely that the plague of the wasteland will break out again among them.

Besides, this is their future world...

However, Xue's Law does not agree with Odysseus's statement that they were a burden.

Even this time, no one is a burden.

The bacteriophages cultivated by the young couple known as "Doctor Xue's Law"...

The mystic Austin, Howard, and the evil spirit Annabelle set up the ritual and successfully defended the high ground and crystal when the enemy attacked.

We successfully contacted the old man who loves crafts and completed the handover of the phage karke.

Odysseus, who infiltrated the base and preemptively launched a perfect team before the mystics completed their ritual.

And inside Nazigera, the old man of Lovecraft, who ultimately counterattacked through self-destruction and bacteriophages.

Even at the very end, they prevented Brinton from escaping and used the Skybreaker to locate the Greek heroes who were trying to escape Brinton.

There was also the old ghost, who kept chatting with Xue Daolu to keep him from getting bored...

Everyone seemed indispensable; without anyone, the battle would not end so easily. They were no longer facing just an ancient creature, but a collective entity of the despair and numbness of 52 billion people.

And the fruit of the sacred tree, fed by 52 billion souls, and Brinton, who ate that fruit.