In the end of the ice age, I hoarded tens of billions of supplies

"Doesn't that mean they've installed a tracking device on you? You won't be able to escape even if you want to."

Brian sat on the sofa, sipping the energy-boosting coffee Yang Siya brought him, while lazily wagging his tail, his tone tinged with unease.

"Bro, if you fart, he could probably smell it."

"Shut up," Zhang Yi glanced at it and said indifferently.

Everyone chuckled at his words, which eased the tense atmosphere somewhat.

Uncle You sat in the corner, his semi-mechanical body over two meters tall, like a majestic armored bear.

He held a freshly lit cigarette between his fingers, puffing out clouds of smoke.

Cigarettes are a very precious commodity in the post-apocalyptic world because the major powers don't actually have much land to grow them.

Even in Tianhai City, inventory is being depleted.

Agriculture Minister Li Jian refused to open up a new piece of land for growing this stuff, even if it meant his death, and was even less willing to waste grain to produce alcohol.

There was once a group of long-time smokers and alcoholics who argued with Li Jian, demonstrating the importance of mental numbness.

As a result, Li Jian simply tossed them a bunch of silicone products.

"If you can enjoy yourself with this, then let's not waste food."

The group of old smokers and drunkards turned pale and left dejectedly, carrying several boxes of Fijian specialties with them.

Uncle You looked at Zhang Yi and said in a deep voice, "The queens of the Yihen tribe in Huiyue are right, Samael is a dangerous existence."

"What he gives you may seem like a gift, but it's actually a chain. You can use it now, but sooner or later it will turn on you."

"Now we need to figure out how to deal with possible future crises."

After spending more time with Zhang Yi, everyone started to become more composed.

Zhang Yi leaned back in his chair, nodded slightly, but his expression remained calm.

“I know,” he said slowly, “but he won’t have it so easy to take me.”

Professor Leonardo da Vinci adjusted his glasses: "Are you confident?"

Zhang Yi chuckled softly, a hint of sharpness in his smile: "Back when I was in the Eye of the Demon, didn't I absorb Mammon's power? I even cut off a piece of his flesh for research. Now, its power has become a part of me. Since I can tame even greed, I refuse to believe I can't tame anger."

Zhou Ke'er frowned and asked worriedly, "But this time is different. Samael is the Druk giant, unlike Mammon, who is a severely injured and sleeping demon god. Samael... he is the embodiment of the source of wrath. It's best to be careful."

Zhang Yi gazed at the distant starry sky, but his tone was unusually firm: "Because I don't believe that fate can determine everything for me. After seeing too much, I no longer believe in any gods."

"Since he dared to leave a mark on me, I will use that power to control him in return."

Brian clicked his tongue: "Reverse harvesting of Samael? Your idea... is crazy enough, I like it."

Uncle You sighed: "You always risk your life."

"Otherwise, how else can we live?"

Zhang Yi smiled and asked in return, his voice low and firm.

"In this world, from the creator to the demon god, from top to bottom, everyone is playing a game of power. The weak can only be manipulated, while the strong have the right to choose their own destiny."

A moment of silence fell over the spaceship. Only the soft hum of the engines echoed.

Yang Xinxin sat to the side, silent for a long time, before finally speaking.

"Brother Zhang Yi, I think we need to readjust our next plan."

Zhang Yi turned to look at her: "What do you mean?"

"After returning to Earth, we need to go to the Shengjing region."

Yang Xinxin's eyes were calm, yet they carried an undeniable certainty.

“We’ve obtained enough information from the Radiant Moon Empire. Next, we should head to the Dragon Kingdom beneath the Qinling Mountains. But that’s not a place we can just go to whenever we want. We need to find Guan Longyue first and have her act as a go-between.”

"She is currently the only human to have entered the Dragon Kingdom. If we want to enter the Dragon Kingdom beneath the Qinling Mountains, we must rely on her power."

"Okay, that's settled."

Zhang Yi nodded; he thought so too.

He walked over to Uncle You, asked for a Jinwan cigarette, lit it, and slowly exhaled a puff of smoke.

He rarely smokes this stuff, but having one occasionally helps him calm down.

"In the end, whether it's Samael's power or the warning from the Radiant Moon Empire, they all point to one fact—the end of this era may be sooner than we imagine."

“Then we need to hurry.” Zhang Yi’s gaze was as calm as ice. “I don’t want to wait until the end of the world to realize that I’m not strong enough.”

He stood up and looked down at Earth through the porthole. The planet's radiance shone through the glass, reflecting on his face with a cold and resolute expression.

"We are facing not only Samael, but also the creator Kagago, and the resurgence of those ancient civilizations. There is only one way to survive—to continue to grow stronger."

Yang Xinxin nodded gently, her voice soft yet firm: "So this trip back to Earth is not only for the Dragon Clan, but also to prepare for the future war."

"war?"

Brian's tail twitched, and his eyes suddenly dimmed. "I hate that word."

Everyone knows in their hearts that the journey ahead will not be easy.

Samael's mark, Kagago's gradual disappearance of restrictions on ancient civilizations, and the warnings from the Radiant Moon Empire—all these foreshadow that the sixth generation of humanity is standing at a critical juncture of destiny.

Zhang Yi gazed at the empty space ahead and slowly exhaled.

"The Qinling Mountains will be our next target."

The Dreamer's engines roared once more, its silvery-white energy trail slicing through the darkness.

……

The spaceship docked at the edge of a sandy canyon, where King Arthur, Saladin, and Morgan's troops were waiting for them.

When they saw Zhang Yi return, they all went forward to greet him.

"How is it?" King Arthur asked.

“It went quite smoothly,” Zhang Yi replied calmly. “The people of the Radiant Moon Empire were very generous and gave me a lot of good things.”

"You can see it."

Saladin smiled and looked at him. "Your aura is deeper than before you went in. Have you leveled up again?"

Zhang Yi rolled her eyes: "You're overthinking it."

"It seems you had a pleasant conversation with those beings who hold the Silver Moon Throne."

Morgan shrugged and chuckled, "How about considering marrying into the Moon Clan? This place is dominated by women. Being the husband of a Moon Clan goddess would definitely be better than on Earth."

“Go ahead and give it a try,” Zhang Yi replied with a smile. “They might break you down into atomic units and study you first.”

Everyone burst into laughter.