Chapter 233

In Su Jing's bedroom, sunlight filtered through a pale blue protective light barrier, softly illuminating the floor covered with an animal skin carpet.

She leaned against the soft pillows at the head of the bed, covered with a thin quilt woven from spiritual herb fibers. Her withered fingers gently stroked a polished manganese crystal beside her pillow—the first ore produced in her space at the beginning of her rebirth, which had accompanied her for a full 100 years.

At the age of 120, her physical functions had irreversibly declined: her arms, which could once easily lift a thousand pounds, now struggled to even lift a spiritual fruit.

The range of inspiration and perception has narrowed to 1 kilometer, no longer able to cover the city below the mountain;

His hair was completely white, and his face was covered with fine wrinkles, but his eyes remained calm and clear, like the unpolluted lake water on the mountaintop.

Although she looked old, she exuded a peacefulness that came with the passage of time. Her breathing was weak but steady, without any sign of pain.

"Xiao Jin..."

Su Jing murmured softly, her voice hoarse yet clear. She recalled ten years ago, when Xiao Jin, who had been with her for nearly a hundred years, passed away peacefully in her arms as his lifespan ended, his last words still mentioning the spirit fruit and his companions in the demon beast area.

Now, the three spirit deer have long since turned into nutrients for the spirit herbs in the space, and only the animal skin hanging in the bedroom still retains their former aura.

She took a deep breath and used all her strength to activate her spatial abilities.

A pale blue light curtain lit up in front of him, and the entrance to the space slowly opened. The scene inside was still full of vitality—in the 1,000-cubic-meter spiritual herb planting area, 500 thousand-year-old spiritual herbs were full of seeds, and pale green spiritual energy lingered.

Of the 100 sheep that bred in the breeding area, only a few dozen elderly rams remain, lying docilely on the grass.

The fish in the freshwater lake are still thriving, but without her and Xiao Jin's care, some of the aquatic plants have begun to wither.

Most of the twenty-odd monsters in the monster area were very old. When they saw the light at the entrance to the space, they simply raised their heads and let out gentle roars.

Su Jing did not enter the space, but issued the final instructions to the robot in the space through her mind: "Classify and organize the supplies, package the spirit herb seeds separately, put the monster cubs (if any) into the constant temperature chamber, store the ore cores, energy crystals, cultivation experience, and ecological cycle technology data into the encrypted storage module, start the anonymous transmission mode, target: the core receiving terminal of the Xinyuan City base in China."

The robot responded immediately, and its robotic arm began to work slowly but precisely.

The seeds in the herb planting area were picked one by one and packed into specially made vacuum bags, each bag labeled "herb seeds, can promote growth, suitable for all types of soil";

There happened to be three newborn wind wolf cubs and two rock armor beast cubs in the monster area. The robot carefully placed them into a constant temperature chamber, which was filled with spiritual spring water and spiritual essence to ensure their survival during the transfer.

Deep within the space, the core mineral depository contains 37 natural cores (dormant but capable of being reactivated), a large quantity of gold crystals, hematite crystals, and energy crystals, all sorted and packaged.

On the metal workbench in the studio, Su Jing's records of supernatural ability cultivation experience (practical skills from Foundation Establishment to the fifth level), spatial ecological cycle technology (a closed-loop solution of spiritual herbs-breeding-manure-soil), ore purification process, and other data over the past century were stored in an encrypted storage module by the robot and set to "only unlockable in the core layer of the Flower Country base".

The tidying up took a whole day. Su Jing leaned against the headboard, watching the light screen at the entrance of the space the entire time. There was no lingering attachment in her eyes, only relief.

She knew that her mission was already complete, the earth had been restored to life, and humanity had rebuilt its home. These resources and technologies would enable human civilization to develop faster and more steadily, avoiding a repeat of past mistakes.

As evening approached, the robot sent a notification: [Supplies sorted. Anonymous transmission channel activated. Target locked on Xinyuan City base in China. Transmission initiated. Estimated time: 1 hour.]

Su Jing nodded slightly and raised her hand to close the light screen of the spatial entrance. She knew that after the transfer was complete, the space would completely disappear with her death—

This is the rule that God has given to the space. When the redeemer completes his mission and his life ends, the space will return to its origin without leaving any trace.

She struggled to get up, walked to the bedroom window, and looked at the sea of ​​flowers outside.

Over the past century, the flowers and plants she cultivated with her wood-based powers have spread across the entire mountaintop. Now, they are in full bloom, with colorful flowers blooming under the setting sun, filling the air with fragrance, and butterflies fluttering among the flowers, creating a peaceful and serene scene.

As the city of Xinyuan in the distance began to light up, its outline was clearly visible in the night. The people there lived in peace and contentment, and the laughter of children would occasionally drift up the mountain on the wind and reach her ears.

"That's...good..."

Su Jing said softly, a faint smile on her face.

She slowly walked to the bedside, lay down, covered herself with a thin blanket, and held the manganese crystal in her palm.

She closed her eyes, and scenes from the past flashed through her mind: the bitter cold of the polar night, the exploration of the mineral vein dungeon, the thrill of killing the Ice Soul Beast alone, the perseverance in repairing the Earth, the years spent with Little Gold and the Spirit Deer... All the images gradually blurred and eventually turned into a calm.

As the notification sound indicating the transmission was complete rang in her mind, Su Jing's breathing gradually calmed, and her heartbeat slowly stopped.

With a peaceful smile on her face, as if she were asleep, she lived out her days peacefully at the age of 120 in the mountaintop villa she had guarded for a century.

Almost the instant she stopped breathing, the pale blue defensive light barrier that enveloped the mountaintop villa quietly dissipated, and the spatial energy fluctuations in the bedroom completely disappeared—the storage space that had accompanied her for a hundred years vanished into thin air as if it had never existed.

At the same time, the core receiving terminal at the Xinyuan City base in China suddenly sounded an urgent alarm. Staff quickly checked and found that an anonymously transmitted encrypted data packet was being written to the terminal.

After the data packet transmission is complete, the terminal will automatically pop up a prompt: [Anonymous transmission complete. Contains spirit plant seeds, exotic beast cubs, energy cores, technical data, etc. Source unknown. Access level: highest].

The base's leadership immediately organized personnel to unlock the data packet. When they saw its contents, everyone was shocked: tens of thousands of spirit herb seeds, with a 100% survival rate;

Five lively little monster cubs, brimming with rich spiritual energy;

The core ore and energy crystals are sufficient to support the base's development for ten years;

There are also detailed insights into cultivating supernatural abilities, ecological recycling technology, and ore refining processes... These resources and technologies directly propelled the leapfrog development of human civilization.

The base attempted to trace the source of the transmission, but found that the transmission address was completely encrypted and could not be traced. Only at the end of the data packet was a simple line of text: "May humanity cherish its home and achieve sustainable development."

No one knows where this anonymous gift came from. Only a few elderly people who have experienced the apocalypse remember the mysterious code name that silently provided supplies and saved countless people during the polar night and earthquakes—"I am the God of Wealth".

As time flowed by, another century passed. Thanks to the resources and technology left behind by Su Jing, the number of people with supernatural abilities continued to grow, the ecological environment continued to improve, and civilization reached unprecedented heights.

In the "Doomsday Memorial Hall" in Xinyuan City, a special exhibition area has been set up. In the center of the exhibition area stands an unnamed statue, and the stone tablet below the statue is inscribed with records from later generations:

"At the end of the world, the world will be overturned and all living beings will suffer."

There is a 'God of Wealth' who is nameless and surnameless, living alone on the mountaintop. He carries a mysterious space and gathers the core of spiritual plants, minerals, and exotic beasts to save all living beings from natural disasters and help the earth recover from its destruction.

He was a man of low profile, refusing high positions and staying away from worldly affairs. He lived to be 120 years old and died peacefully.

Its legacy has helped humanity achieve leapfrog development and avoid repeating past mistakes.

This is a model of human self-preservation and a cornerstone of the continuation of civilization. Future generations should remember its contributions, cherish their homeland, and live up to its expectations.

Inside the memorial hall, countless people paused before the statue to commemorate this mysterious savior of the apocalypse.

They don't know who the statue is based on, or what she looks like, but they will always remember her title—"I am the Goddess of Wealth"—and everything she has done for human civilization.

The villa atop the mountain has long since crumbled into ruins, now covered by overgrown flowers and grasses.

Only that sea of ​​flowers still blooms, as if telling the story of an old man who guarded the earth and upheld tranquility here a hundred years ago, and finally passed away peacefully.