Offer blocks to the end times

"Queen Mother of the West, Your Majesty?!" Fairy Ye Lian seemed extremely surprised. The 'Queen Mother of the West' who was being pulled down let out a fierce roar, and the people around instantly felt a pressure as if the sky were collapsing. Countless peach trees around them instantly burst open.

Chapter 1938 Awakening

"Alright," looking at the roaring 'Queen Mother of the West,' the symbol on her head kept changing. Of course, what Qian Shou paid more attention to was the crown on her head. The design was quite good, inlaid with jade and amber, but the shape was a bit too exaggerated. Qian Shou only noticed it.

With a surge of oppressive power emanating from her, she cried out in agony and retreated, "This power, who are you? You are not from this game world! Your composition, you are real, you shouldn't exist here!"

“Clever,” said Thousand Hands, clapping his hands forward. A monster sprang from the body of the Queen Mother of the West. It was also a Disaster, a level 150 Disaster 'Mistress'. Elias, who was about to do something, froze in place because the monster suddenly shrank and fell into Thousand Hands’ hand. “Unfortunately, too clever for its own good. I don’t need to hide anymore.”

The little monster hopped around in Senju's hands. Elias watched in silence for a long while, and Clasty clapped his hands, "As expected of Lord Senju, such a powerful enemy is completely toyed with by you."

"Wow, Senju, you're amazing! The pressure was so intense just now, I thought we'd encountered a terrifying monster," Kanami exclaimed, her liveliness returning as she looked at the little monster. "How did you manage to shrink so much?"

“This is the world in the palm of my hand,” Thousand Hands casually made up, “Besides, I’m a level 1000 god-level, and she’s only level 150, so of course I’ll crush her.”

“That makes a lot of sense,” Kanami nodded, then looked eager to try, “Let’s have a fight!”

"Uh," Senju rolled her eyes helplessly. Shiroe's president is such a hassle. Then she stretched her hand to the side and pulled out a Shiroe from thin air. "You guys can chat slowly. I still need to check on this monster's condition."

"Huh?" Shiroe, who had been captured, paused for a moment, then looked around. "Kanami? Clasti-kun? Elias? Where is this?"

"Huh? It's Cheng Jun's. Why is he here all of a sudden?" Kanami shifted her attention. The Queen Mother of the West slowly opened her eyes. Although she had separated from the monster that possessed her, her temperament hadn't changed much. After all, in legends, she was the great goddess in charge of plagues and punishments. However, she looked around and her figure trembled, regaining her magnificent and noble appearance. "Where is this?"

"Queen Mother of the West!" Fairy Ye Lian quickly stepped forward to bow and explain. Elias also bowed. Thousand Hands looked at the monster in his hand. This was also a rational monster. After reading a little of the other party's set memories, Thousand Hands was very clear about the background of the other civilization.

That was a civilization that burned 'emotions' and 'memories' to obtain energy. They called this fuel 'empathic particles'. The biological composition here was not physical in the usual sense, but a combination of memories and power. When a creature died, it would disperse into countless colorful bubbles, and those were the super-high-quality 'empathic particles'. Of course, this could also be explained as the randomness of the creation of the Dragon Balls, where the combination of emotions and power could save a lot of power. And the task of these calamities was to collect these empathic particles.

Well, the above is purely a setting. As everyone knows, this world is newly created. Although they are carrying out missions here and treating this place as another world, I'm sorry, there is only one world here. The memories and ideas are purely fictional. Well, its existence was also created not long ago, so there's no need to be too harsh.

However, from its memories, Thousand Hands also saw a great battle, a scene of thousands of level 100 ancient species fighting against a large number of calamities. It, as a level 150 monster, swept across the entire field, freezing countless ancient species with the sound of death. The Thirteen Knights were wiped out as a result. In the end, only Elias escaped with serious injuries.

"I see, the Great Fortress of Termination, huh? That just happens to be what I need." Looking at the immortals and fairies frozen in the other's memory, Senju nodded. Although he could release them all, it would cause trouble for the conqueror king's already conquered territories. Hmm, maybe the other party would even welcome challenges. The smooth conquests he was currently experiencing had left him with little passion. Opponents were easy prey.

Moreover, wasn't the Senju's original plan to hinder the King of Conquerors? I wonder who will win in the battle between the Thirteen Guardian Knights and the King of Conquerors.

While I was pondering, the Queen Mother of the West came over and bowed, saying, "Thank you for your help, Immortal Lord. Otherwise, I would have been controlled by the demons and would have suffered so much more harm."

"It's nothing," Thousand Hands waved his hand, looking at the now elegant and dignified Queen Mother of the West. Her current level is 120, and her combat power is still quite good here. "In order to deal with the changes in the West, I was just about to awaken all the immortals to protect the Central Plains. It is an honor to be able to rescue you."

"The changes in the West?" The Queen Mother of the West asked in confusion. Kanami jumped in to explain, "It's Iskandar, the Conqueror. He has built a great empire. He even invited me when we were on the Flower Avenue. At his pace, he should have conquered Europe by now."

“I’m ashamed to say that I should have been protecting peace,” Elias said, looking quite dejected. Shiroe, on the other hand, asked about Kanami’s information and only then learned about the huge changes in the West.

"Forget it, your strength alone is not enough," Senju shook his head slightly, and then began to talk about his plan, "My plan is to awaken the Thirteen Guardian Knights to fight against the empire over there."

"What?! You can awaken them?!" Elias was extremely excited, and then knelt down on one knee. "If you can awaken those companions, Elias Hackblad is willing to offer you his eternal loyalty."

“No need,” Senju waved his hand. “Although your ‘will to not kill’ is well formed, your skills are too weak and do not meet the conditions for pledging allegiance to me.”

"Uh..." The people around were speechless. So what do you mean? This is the most famous hero in the world. Everyone among the players knows him. He took the initiative to surrender, and you still look disgusted?

But for Senju, Elias was indeed useless. What good was level 100? Besides, Elias was incredibly compassionate, even turning that compassion into a talent that made him incapable of killing any living being. What was he supposed to do with it? Let him freeload? Reinhard was thousands of times stronger than him.

"Moreover, I will awaken them without your allegiance. Consider this my final gift to this world," Senju said, waving his hand. A large hole opened in front of him, and everyone around looked over immediately. A powerful pressure emanated from the other side. Elias exclaimed excitedly, "That's... the Great Fortress of the End?!"

Chapter 1939 The Revealed Truth

Of course, everyone was more concerned about the monsters surging in from the other side. They had all sorts of names that sounded like "Disaster," and their levels ranged from 80 to 120. Seeing so many monsters charging towards them, they trembled, but they didn't run away. Elias drew his sword and charged forward, shouting, "Give me a buff! I'll hold them off!"

“No need for all that trouble, Rem,” Senju waved his hand and called out. Rem bowed slightly and walked forward. Elias wanted to stop her, but he found that Rem was radiating a powerful pressure that he couldn’t reach at all. “This power, is it the power of a god?”

"Kneel before the gods!" A powerful dragon's might instantly spread outwards, and a dragon's roar seemed to echo in the dim sky opposite. All the monsters collapsed to the ground, while the others nearby felt no pressure. Elias was shocked by the situation. "Who are you?! How did you do this?! Could you really be gods?"

"Lord Senju, are you not going to keep up the act?" Shiroe pushed up her glasses. Senju smiled slightly. "I've never been pretending, but how did you figure it out?"

"Didn't you say you weren't pretending? Now, are you going to tell us the truth about this world?" Shiroe looked earnestly at Senju and said something that shocked the players around her, "What exactly is this place? Is it another world or a virtual game? Are we transmigrators or just intelligent NPCs? Now, please tell us the truth, sir?"

"Jiro-kun, what are you saying?" Kanami tilted her head in confusion, while Clasti beside her could no longer maintain his composure. "Jiro-me, what are you saying? How could we be NPCs?!"

“Why is it impossible?” Shiroe glanced at Clarity and took out a book. “Someone gave me this book by chance. It records what’s happened here. There’s my story, the Round Table Guild’s story, Clarity’s story, and Kanami’s story. But there’s no Senju-sama here. We’re just characters in a light novel. And Senju-sama, this Rem-san, and Mr. Reinhard are all ‘players’ who came from outside, right?”

“Log Horizon,” Senju casually beckoned the book over, glanced at the cover, then quickly skimmed over it, fully understanding the contents. “So it’s a light novel. Tsk, I think this is one I put in the supermarket. I didn’t notice it. I was so careless.”

"So, we're just NPCs in a virtual game adapted from this light novel? Is this the game you designed? Is it currently being tested or in closed beta?" Shiroe looked at Senju seriously, and Senju waved her hand, "No, this is a world created by my underlings based on this light novel. It's not a virtual game, and no players will enter it; it's real."

"A world created based on the content of a light novel?" Everyone was stunned. They could understand virtual games, but creating a world? Don't you think that's going beyond the scope?!

Thousand Hands nodded, then shook his head. "To be precise, his spiritual consciousness was shattered when he went out to play. In order to escape capture, he randomly transformed into this world. There are many such stories in mythology, where a certain god is killed and his flesh and blood become a new world. You are the ones who came here. Of course, even if it wasn't you, there would be others here."

"Pangu transformed into a myth? I never imagined that. What about our original world then? Are all our past memories false?" Cheng Hui murmured, the current situation far beyond his expectations.

Originally, he wasn't planning to say it so soon, but since Senju was about to leave, if he didn't speak up or ask, it would be too late.

"The original world never existed, but I can create it based on your memories. As for the false memories, I think, therefore I am. Don't worry about them. I will erase these memories from your minds and won't make things difficult for you."

“Not knowing the truth is the biggest problem. As expected, we still lack the power,” Shiroe smiled bitterly. Clasty, standing beside her, looked intently at Senju. “Then, what does Lord Senju intend to do? Does he want to use us to resurrect the creator god?”

"No need for that. Your memories, knowledge, and experience are very valuable things, and I wouldn't waste them like that," Thousand Hands waved his hand, looking at the tense crowd. "Besides, melting all living beings would pollute the original consciousness, which is a low-level method. A better method is to devour the light of civilization and the power of faith. Simply put, the more advanced the civilization here is, the faster it recovers. The more people worship it, the faster it recovers. Of course, the light of civilization is better. The power of faith is impure, which is why I'm promoting the development of civilization here."

"..." The people around were speechless, because countless monsters were collapsing into the ball of light on Thousand Hands' palm. It was clear that he was going to eat those creatures as nourishment! Seeing the suspicious looks of the crowd, Thousand Hands shrugged, "This is not for him to eat, but to awaken the people of the Thirteen Knights."

As countless calamities were absorbed, the sphere of light turned multicolored. Unfortunately, these calamities were low-level soldiers among otherworldly creatures in the setting, and there were too many chaotic impurities. Thousand Hands processed them slightly and extracted the pure power and chaotic thoughts. "Go!"

Countless chaotic thoughts transformed into turbid spiritual pressure attacks, shattering the dark clouds in the sky and blasting open the ancient species that had been frozen. Then, pure power transformed into a rain of light that fell on the bodies of those ancient species, instantly reviving them one by one. However, they were also branded with the mark of Thousand Hands. Well, speaking of which, because of his interference, the light of civilization here was also branded with his mark, but Dragon Ball probably wouldn't care.

As countless showers of light fell, thousands of ancient creatures awoke one after another. "Where are we? What's going on? Where are those demons?! Commander?"

Everyone looked at Elias, who was happily calling out their names. Senju shook his head helplessly and looked at Shiroe, "Should I send you all back?"

“Send her back?” Shiro gave a wry smile. Send her back where? Kanami, standing next to her, tugged at Senju’s clothes. “Are you a god? I don’t really understand what you’re talking about, and I don’t want to understand, but I’d like to ask you a favor. Could you bring my daughter here? I want her to see this different world.”

“Your daughter? Sure,” Senju waved his hand slightly, and a ball of light was born, which then turned into a blonde mixed-race little girl. “I’ve attached a game system to her. You can play here slowly. You’ll be able to go home someday. We’re leaving now.”

Volume 26: The Little Bookworm's Overthrow of His Master

Chapter 1940 Overcoming the Mental Barrier

After erasing some of their memories, Senju took Rem and left. She also informed Reinhard, who said he was going back too, as his family had been there for several months and he was getting homesick. As for the King of Conquerors? Let him stay and have fun. And those magicians, they'll be staying here for a few years.

Standing in the chaos, looking at the undisturbed surroundings, Thousand Hands shook his head. It seemed that the enemy hadn't come at all. Could it be that the Five Stars were merely unintentionally affected? If so, that was rather terrifying.

He shook his head, waved his hand, and the world transformed by the five planets shrank and fell into his sleeve. "It's a pity that I didn't give any good advice on this. But these past few months have been a time for self-cultivation. Let's go back for now."

After returning home and resting for a while, Senju went to find a few more Dragon Balls. They all gave Senju useful advice. For example, the Dragon Ball from a time-switched world of sword, spear, bow, and shield heroes told Senju to keep his word. Only then did Senju remember that he had promised a certain shield hero to send him back to his own world. However, when he went there this time, he found that the other person was already married and had children, and there was no need for Senju to send him back.

After spending some time collecting the seven Dragon Balls and absorbing the so-called 'real world' insights, Senju can now begin to absorb all the destructive energy of the Ruins of Return, creating a new dimension for his world and upgrading himself from a world master to a dimension master. At that time, countless universes will be created within his dimension, and he will no longer need to worry about the lifespan of his world.

However, the merged Dragon Ball clones posed a question to Senju: what did Senju want, and what belief would allow him to continue? This wasn't a test, but rather a premonition after the Dragon Ball clones merged. During his upgrade process, Senju would have to face a 'test of the heart'.

Without unwavering faith, during the upgrade process, he might become like 'Pangu', which means that after ascending to a higher dimension, due to insufficient soul strength and lack of unwavering faith, his soul would be diluted by infinite power, eventually becoming an unconscious dimensional consciousness. Well, for Thousand Hands, that would mean death.

Senju wasn't very confident about this; he simply didn't want to die and craved greater power, but he lacked any real conviction.

Thoughts? I'm sorry, he didn't feel like he had any firm beliefs.

After being told off, he hesitated for a moment, but he didn't want to give up on becoming stronger. He then asked Dragon Ball about the world that had inspired him. Dragon Ball gave him the answer: "Unwavering devotion, unforgettable even in death." Only in such a world could Senju gain anything.

Normally, Senju should give up his power to train in other worlds and transcend from ordinary to extraordinary. But sorry, Senju doesn't have that kind of determination yet. If his life is threatened, he would rather give it up. What he needs to do now is observe and see those who transcend life and death for their beliefs.

Raise your hand, and a large spinning wheel with countless options appears. Each option has a word on it. Spin it hard, and it starts spinning rapidly, finally stopping on the word 'book'.

"A book?" Senju shook his head. He remembered a dog, a dog that had turned into a dog but was happier than a human! He didn't want to go and steal the dog food. Shaking his head, he began searching the entire dimension. The criteria were: 'Book + Will Beyond Death'.

With this selection criterion, dozens of worlds appeared before Senju. After a quick glance, he chose a low-magic world. The Dragon Ball clone beside him complained, "I say, is choosing this world really useful? If breaking through the mental barrier is that easy, then it can't be called the mental barrier."

"Well, this is just the beginning. I didn't think it would be that simple either," Senju shrugged, took a step forward, and teleported to the side of that world. The Dragon Ball clone here complained, "Tch, you don't have to be so obvious about being afraid of death. I'm even more afraid of death than you. Forget it, the main body was a complete waste of effort. I'm going to fuse with the power of the Super Dragon Balls. This thing has the power of countless galaxies. Maybe I can find another path."

Upon arriving outside the world, Senju shook his head helplessly. Ah, the classical Western world where divine power swirled. But this time, he was just an observer and couldn't interfere too much. He needed a template to limit himself and prevent him from leaking too much power and destroying the world. Soon, he chose an image: Shiroe from "Log Horizon." Shiroe wasn't very strong; he was an enchanter with a secondary profession of scribe. Of course, Senju limited the magical power and law fluctuations. He had quite a few skills; besides Shiroe's original skills, Senju hadn't forgotten many magical techniques.

Next came the equipment: a long staff, magic robes, a magic cloak, a small amulet, and a storage pouch containing a bunch of items he had obtained from fighting monsters in that world, including props, raw materials, and gold coins.

Looking outwards, a soul filled with obsession flew into the world, but the divine power around the world remained unchanged. Senju, who had absorbed the aura, followed him in. Then, his own aura rapidly decreased. When he reached the ground there, his power shell had already become the template of Shiroe at level 90.

"Hmm, where is this?" Looking at the surrounding forest, Senju instinctively wanted to read the world's information, but the solidified power shell prevented him from doing so, which left him speechless. This power, which was overwhelming to ordinary people, still left Senju somewhat dissatisfied. Sure enough, he needed to cultivate his mind.

Looking around, I saw that this was a broad-leaved forest. Looking at the fallen leaves and feeling the temperature, if I wasn't mistaken, it should be late autumn. Looking at the fruit on the trees, a magical hand of light reached out from behind Thousand Hands and picked a fruit. Thousand Hands examined it briefly.

"Slightly poisonous, bitter taste? Never mind," Thousand Hands tossed the item aside, looked around, and saw no clues. He decided to look for someone instead. He glanced at a compass in his hand, tapped his staff slightly, and a fully equipped horse appeared beside him.

However, after riding for a while, Senju looked around and then silently dismounted. This was a forest, full of thorns and weeds, making it impossible to move around on horseback. He should ride a Pegasus. Shaking his head, Senju summoned another Pegasus, checked the direction of the pointer, and directed the Pegasus to fly west.

However, after flying in the air for a while, he saw a knight riding a pegasus. By the way, are flying creatures common here? The knight flying over there doesn't seem to be too strong. He nodded slightly and flew over. Anyway, it was just a slight crossing, and the other party didn't chase after him.

Chapter 1941 Thinking of Books

Guided by the compass, after flying for a few minutes, Senju arrived at a city. It was a classical Western city, but looking at it from the air, Senju shook his head. This place was different from a real classical Western city; only the architectural style was similar, but the internal layout was completely different.

He had also visited Paris during the Black Death in his historical perspective. The architectural planning there was extremely chaotic, with slums near the royal palace. The city was divided into two parts by a wall. The buildings on one side were very dense, but the central cross street was still clearly visible. The area was divided into four sections, with beautifully decorated shops along the street. Further in, there were seven or eight-story wooden buildings, which looked like a dense sardine field.

Unfortunately, despite the good planning, the place still stinks. Senju even saw someone dumping filth directly from the window. Luckily, it's late autumn and the weather is already quite cold. Just thinking about what it would be like down there in the summer sends chills down his spine!

Shaking his head, Qian Shou went to see the inner city. Undoubtedly, it was much more beautiful and tidier. Rows of ultra-luxurious villas and gardens were distributed in a highly organized manner. A magnificent cathedral separated the commoners from the nobles between the inner and outer cities.

Ethnic exchanges

Upon closer inspection, Senju discovered that his target's soul had flown into the civilian district. It seemed that the protagonist was going to suffer this time. After all, just by looking at the division of the residential areas, Senju understood how great the difference was between the two.

Shaking his head, Pegasus disappeared, and then he landed on the roof of a wooden building. He slightly unleashed his magic, swept away the dust on one side, and looked at the wood below. These densely packed wooden buildings, aren't they afraid of finding a fire? He also saw smoke coming from the chimney next to the wooden building.

Senju touched the wooden board below and realized that it looked like a wooden board and felt like a wooden board. However, after a little examination, Senju found that the wood was non-flammable and very sturdy. No wonder it was used as building material.

Then he frowned. The smell around him was a bit stinky. Fortunately, this place wasn't like ancient Paris where the streets were full of excrement. Just as he was thinking this, he saw a wooden window of the building next door open, and then a stinky wooden basin was stretched out. Then came the 'waterfall plunging three thousand feet'. Thousand Hands was speechless and then covered his nose.

After all, Senju was a bit of a germaphobe. But then he frowned. Sure enough, if he was going to back down even with this little difficulty, he definitely wouldn't be able to get past his mental hurdle. He sighed, then pulled out a cloth strip to cover his face, hoping to isolate himself from the smell a little.

He briefly felt the ground beneath his feet and realized that the top floor attic was a storage room with no one inside. With a casual swipe, he cut a hole in the wooden planks and entered the dusty rooftop.

After cleaning, Senju sat cross-legged on a clean wooden plank. The roof planks had also been repaired. Then, in the darkness, he began to sense things. Soon, he locked onto the soul of the transmigrator, the only magical reaction in this area.

"However, this magic power is a bit too high. I'm afraid the original soul was shattered by the magic power!" Sensing the abnormal magic power fluctuations below, Senju didn't take any action. A transmigrator must have a way. Sure enough, the powerful magic power quickly calmed down. However, this transmigrator was really lucky to be able to transmigrate into the only magic power entity in this area.

Shaking his head, Thousand Hands drew a magic circle on the rooftop with his staff. As the staff swept across the wooden planks, scorch marks appeared, followed by an image. Thousand Hands looked at it and saw a little girl lying on a bed, about four or five years old, with long blue hair. The powerful magic emanating from her, and the fact that she could be destroyed by it at any moment, reminded him of Ke Rong's fairy soldiers, who had all perished because their magic grew too fast.

Her magical power was growing even faster. In Senju's eyes, without external interference, it would probably take another year for her soul to melt away due to the surge in magical power. After all, the girl's magical power was dozens of times stronger than the knights he had encountered on the road.

After watching for a while, Senju saw the door in the scene open and a green-haired woman enter. "Myne?"

With a shout, the girl, who had just sat up in bed, froze, her breathing becoming erratic. This was the process of merging with her original soul fragments. After a moment of stunned silence, she involuntarily uttered, "Mommy~"

With a shout, her soul aura changed rapidly. Although her memories were exactly the same as the original transmigrator's soul, the imprint had changed, and her aura was much younger. Simply put, because of the physical body and the fragments of her soul, she had also become more childish and localized.

After looking at her daughter, the mother told her to rest well and then left. The transmigrator lay on the bed with complicated feelings. Well, the transmigrator's original soul was that of a young girl, so she was probably feeling complicated now, lying on the bed with a melancholy expression.

Just then, the door opened again, and a little girl with green braids came in. Although the girl was six or seven years old, she was much healthier. This was probably the older sister. "Myne, are you feeling better?"

"..." Myne lay there in silence for a while, then seemed to suddenly remember something, and sat up happily. "Um, Dolly, could you bring the book over?"

"Books? What are books?" Dolly asked, puzzled. Myne, equally puzzled, tried to explain, but Dolly didn't know. Myne then became a little angry. "So, I want books! I want picture books!"