The moment the beam of light tore through the sky, the Alliance fleet on the far side of the moon was the first to cry out in alarm.

"The energy shield is resonating!" Inside the flagship's cockpit, the first mate's fingers were almost digging into the control panel—the originally cold-looking blue protective film was visibly fading to a golden-red, and the fine lines were completely overlapping with the seven-key totem on Lin Yi's palm in the communication half an hour ago.

"Weapon charging efficiency increased by 300%!" The weapons officer's voice cracked. "Particle cannon warm-up time reduced from 120 seconds to 17 seconds!"

"Detected a breach of the mental strength threshold for all personnel!" The medical officer stared at the brainwave monitor. "Private Wang Qiang's psychic power jumped from level E to level B. This is impossible... unless someone administered a god-level drug to the entire fleet!"

The lieutenant general on the command chair suddenly stood up, his military cap slipping off and falling to the ground, but he didn't bother to pick it up.

He gazed at the golden beam of light that pierced the sky outside the porthole, his Adam's apple bobbing twice: "Notify all warships to lock onto the intruder's flagship—" His voice suddenly choked, because at the edge of his vision, in the previously suppressed crimson rift, the figure of Night Owl was reassembling from the fragments.

Half of the monster's face had melted into a dark purple slime, revealing the writhing mechanical skeleton beneath.

His pupils churned with an almost manic hatred, and his ten mechanical arms rose simultaneously, each tip brimming with dark energy powerful enough to shatter an asteroid: "I have fused the origins of three dimensions!"

You think a flash of light can...

\"boom!\"

The first dark energy cannon shot was shattered by a golden stream of light that appeared out of nowhere as soon as it left the muzzle.

A streak of light grazed the Night Owl's mechanical shoulder armor, scorching a black hole in it—it was the Alliance Fleet's particle cannon, now trailing a tail flame more intense than a star, precisely piercing the intruder's energy hub.

"How could this be...?" Night Owl's mechanical claws dug deep into the void, and the remaining twenty warships behind him suddenly all turned around, their cannons simultaneously pointing at Earth.

A hint of panic finally crept into his voice, "Even if our combat strength increases, you can't possibly..."

"Because we are not fighting alone."

The sound came from the center of the battlefield on Earth.

Lin Yi stood amidst the shattered wreckage of the light shield, his blood-stained combat uniform fluttering in the wind.

His gaze did not fall on the night owl, but on the semi-transparent phantom beside him—Su Qing's lingering consciousness was dissipating at a visible speed, the glow of her hair even fainter than a firefly.

"Xiao Yi..." Her voice was like a dandelion seed scattered by the wind, "Don't let my sacrifice be in vain... You must become a true god."

Lin Yi's pupils contracted sharply.

Three days ago, Su Qing shielded him from the dimensional annihilation ray, and her entire being, along with her [Spacetime Observer] professional essence, was torn into data fragments.

This fleeting image is the last message she left in the core database with her last 0.3 seconds of consciousness.

His fingertips trembled slightly as he slowly raised his hand and lightly covered the illusory figure.

The seven keys in his palm suddenly became hot, so hot that his skin turned red, but he couldn't burn through the faint barrier.

Su Qing's illusory image touched his palm, melting a corner like a snowflake, revealing a fainter outline underneath: "Remember?"

You said you'd take me to see the aurora borealis...

"I remember." Lin Yi's voice was hoarse, like sandpaper scraping. "After this war, I'll take you to Iceland, to Norway, to all the places you've never seen before."

"Fool..." Su Qing's smile was clear for the last time before it faded. "There won't be a next time."

But remember, you are not alone in this burden.

The moment her illusory image completely disappeared, Lin Yi's back straightened like a bow.

He looked down at his palm, where the lines of the Seven Keys were flashing with his heartbeat, each beat like a heavy hammer blow to his heart.

The emotions he had forcibly suppressed suddenly burst forth—the warm blood of Su Qing when she fell into his arms, the shattered data when Chu Yao shielded him from the knife, and Long Wu's face, still laughing and cursing "Boss, don't be a coward" as he was pierced by the tentacles.

"Enough." He spoke suddenly, his voice icy. "It's time to end this."

"You are more resilient than I imagined."

The voice of the shadowy figure descended from above.

This time, he did not transform into black mist, but instead revealed a semi-transparent human figure: a gray-white suit, short silver hair, and a monocle adorned with starlight on his left eye.

His tone was no longer as cold and mechanical as before; it even carried a hint of emotion: "You have violated the laws of creation. Now you have two choices—shut down the core and return everything to its origin; or..."

"Or enable the second level of access." Lin Yi interrupted him, his eyes gleaming with golden light as he looked up. "I choose the second one."

The figure's monocle gleamed slightly: "Do you know what this means?"

The core second-level permissions will extract the faith power of all job changers; their spiritual power, vitality, and even soul fragments will be temporarily used.

Some people may fall into a coma as a result, some...

"I know." Lin Yi's fingers rested on the core control panel; the patterns of the seven keys perfectly aligned with the panel. "But they're willing."

The console beeped, and countless golden data streams poured from his palm, climbing along fiber optic cables to every job changer in the world.

Ryuu, who was fighting the tentacles, suddenly stopped. He saw the dragon mark on his chest glowing faintly. Aizen, who was burned by dark energy, raised his hand, and the Hogyoku shimmered with an unprecedented rainbow light in his palm. The vice admiral in the fleet, looking at the golden runes that suddenly appeared on his retina, suddenly smiled: "This kid, he really didn't disappoint us."

"Core second-level permissions...start."

Lin Yi's voice, mixed with the roar of the control panel, resounded throughout the world.

At the same time, Chu Yao's projection suddenly appeared beside him, her usually calm electronic voice carrying an uncontrollable fluctuation: "Detected that the global job changer mental link rate has exceeded 97%!"

The power of faith is gathering... Main system notification: [Faith Link - Ascension Mode]...

\"boom--!\"

A louder, more intense roar interrupted her.

Night Owl's last twenty warships exploded simultaneously, and a dark purple energy storm carrying metal fragments swept in.

But this time, there was no light shield, no dragon pattern, no Hogyoku—

The instant that all the job changers' pupils simultaneously glowed with golden light, Long Wu's hand holding the Tang sword suddenly felt warm.

He looked down and saw that the dragon tattoo on his chest, which had been with him for ten years, was oozing golden liquid, like a living snake burrowing into his veins.

His right arm, which had been severely corroded by dark energy to the bone, was visibly regenerating at a rapid pace. The pain made him grin, revealing his white teeth: "I told you the boss wouldn't betray us!"

He swung his hand back at the tentacles that were wrapped around his waist, and the gust of wind generated by the slash tore apart all the shadows within a thirty-meter radius.

The severed tentacles struck the ground, emitting a scream similar to that of a human—they were evil creatures refined by Night Owl using the consciousness of a captured job changer, and were now sizzling and dripping oil from the dragon-patterned golden flames.

Two kilometers away, on the ruins, Aizen's Hogyoku suddenly rose from his palm.

As the rainbow light swirled, his Zanpakuto, "Kyoka Suigetsu," split open, revealing the golden chains wrapped around it.

Countless points of light were tied to the end of the chain, the resonance of the mental power of a thousand Ghost Daoists from around the world. "So this is true, complete liberation," he murmured, raising his hand and waving it out.

This strike wasn't aimed at any enemy, but rather at the sky—a rift was torn open in the blood-red clouds, tainted by the night owl, leading straight to the universe, and sunlight poured down through the crack, illuminating the faces of every job changer who looked up.

Inside the flagship on the far side of the moon, the lieutenant general picked up his fallen military cap and put it on his head.

He stared at the frantically fluctuating combat power index on the tactical screen, then suddenly opened his throat microphone and roared: "All warships, listen up!"

The particle cannon was aimed at the dark energy core beneath Night Owl's feet—"Give that lump of scrap metal to hell!"

The main cannon, which normally takes three minutes to charge, now only needs seven seconds to light up with a blinding white light.

When the first shell pierced the void, the operator discovered that the crosshair in the scope was not the mechanically calibrated red dot, but rather golden runes floating on his retina—coordinates transmitted by Lin Yi through a faith link.

"This is impossible..." Night Owl's mechanical chest heaved violently, and all twenty mechanical arms trembled simultaneously.

He could clearly sense that those humans, whom he regarded as ants, were now using some kind of rule he had never seen before to weave their individual power into a giant net powerful enough to overturn the dimensional sea.

What terrified him even more was that the black-haired youth standing in the pillar of light at the center of this giant net was being "deified" at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Dimensional Devourer!" he roared, biting his tongue and spraying dark purple blood into the void in front of him.

Space cracked open like a lake being struck by a pebble, and a monster three hundred meters tall crawled out from it: it had eight eyes dripping with acid, its skin was made of countless twisted human faces stitched together, and with each step it took it could devour the energy within a radius of a thousand meters, and even the air beneath its feet condensed into black ice crystals.

\"go!

"Tear that beam of light apart!" The Night Owl's mechanical claws dug deep into the monster's forehead, pouring in the last third of its essence.

But as soon as he finished speaking, the monster's eight eyes suddenly exploded at the same time.

It was a golden finger gust of wind.

Lin Yi stood still, his right index finger still in the forward-pushing position.

His pupils shimmered with the light and shadow of a reversed galaxy, and the Seven Keys totem floated in his palm, each line absorbing the power of faith from all those who had changed jobs worldwide. "Before the laws of spacetime, so-called dimensional beings..." His voice echoed like a distant hum, "are nothing more than uglier ants."

The Dimension Devourer's body began to collapse.

It tried to use its tentacles to grab the void and escape back to its original dimension, only to find that the surrounding space had already been locked by Lin Yi using "space-time anchors".

When the last piece of rotting flesh turned to ashes, even its original fragments were absorbed into the palm of the Seven Keys Totem—those were specially left by Lin Yi for Su Qing, so that perhaps he could use them to reshape her body after the war ended.

"Lin Yi!" Chu Yao's projection suddenly appeared, her usually cold electronic voice now tinged with obvious sobs.

Her data body was no longer pale blue, but tinged with an unstable scarlet. "The core... the core is still operating!"

It has absorbed over 300% of the safety threshold of faith power, and is now... currently parsing some kind of code I've never seen before!

Lin Yi looked up at the pillar of light that stretched straight to the sky.

He could sense that the programs left behind by the advanced civilization that were dormant in the core were being awakened by the power of faith.

Those originally cold rules and codes are now imbued with human warmth—the desire to live, the protection of companions, and the resistance against an unjust fate.

"I know," he said softly, reaching out to catch a golden ray of light that drifted down from the pillar of light.

It was a fragment of faith from a little nurse who had followed him since the newbie village, carrying the scent of disinfectant and mints. "This isn't a breakdown, it's... a rebirth."

Before the words were finished, the beam of light suddenly contracted into a golden ball of light and plunged straight into the Earth's core.

The ground began to shake violently, and the golden patterns on all the job changers lit up at the same time, like countless golden threads connecting heaven and earth.

Night Owl's mechanical feet dug deep trenches in the ground, yet it was still overturned by the force; the fleet's warships automatically adjusted their angles, their cannons all aimed at the interdimensional rift; Ryuu and Aizen exchanged a glance and smiled simultaneously—they had both heard Lin Yi's words in the faith link: "Get ready, we're going to a higher battlefield."

As the last ray of golden light entered Lin Yi's brow, his consciousness suddenly began to sink.

The darkness was like a curtain being torn open, revealing a pure white space.

There is no up, down, left, or right here, no flow of time, only a crystal-like sphere of light floating in front of you, within which you can vaguely see the microcosms of countless worlds.

"This is..." Lin Yi's voice echoed in the empty space.

The sphere of light suddenly trembled, and a familiar yet unfamiliar voice rang in his ears: "Welcome to the deepest part of the core of creation, the master of time and space."

Now, you should see... what the real trial is like.