National Fortune Bonus: After the new player awakens at the maximum level, he will kill like crazy

"This includes, but is not limited to, the culinary essence of the Manchu-Han Banquet, the Qiankun position of the ancient Bagua formation, the golden ratio of national security-grade hydraulic concrete, how to efficiently replace basic labor (beast-like workers) with super-technological products, and a series of... um... details of 'civilizational exchange'."

Everyone: "..." Why does this exchange condition sound so much like cultural export accompanied by technological poverty alleviation?

Before everyone could recover from this agreement that combined Chinese and Western elements, the system, which had been silent for a long time, spoke again.

[Ding Dong! Congratulations everyone——]

Completed the hidden main quest of "Battle of Gods of All Worlds." All fragments of the universe's origin have been collected by the Heavenly Court. All units of the Heavenly Court have begun implementing the "Cosmic Scar Repair Plan"!

[Only the final mission remains: "The End of the Universe"! Because the host has confirmed the accuracy of the prophecy and successfully escaped, the current mission completion rate has exceeded 50%!]

[When the overall restoration progress of the universe reaches 51%, the host and the leaders of various forces can submit the "Universe End" mission at any time, ending this inter-dimensional salvation journey and returning to their respective normal world lines!]

Thank you to all the gods for your companionship and support along the way. I wish you all a happy life! I look forward to our next cooperation (if any)!

In an instant, it was as if some invisible constraints were released, and everyone's mind suddenly became clear.

A large number of memories and insights that had been suppressed by battle and tension flooded into his mind, as if scattered puzzle pieces were being rapidly pieced together, eventually turning into a perfect, connected Möbius strip, completing a logical closed loop!

When Qi Mo opened his eyes again, the cunning businessman's temperament in his eyes had largely disappeared, and a hint of fatigue from having experienced many vicissitudes of life was faintly visible. He murmured, "Our mission... is basically over? Can we prepare to go home?"

"Brother Qi, is the mission completely over?" After Lingbao Tianzun's aloofness faded, Shen Jia'an resumed his usual rants. He waved his hand, and a flash of light appeared on his body, transforming him back into his familiar, slightly worn blue robe. He began to rant mercilessly:

"We haven't asked Pangu the Great God for help with that 'Singularity Zongzi' yet. And then there's the important task of teaching those Western gods 'The Art of War' and 'The Thirty-Six Stratagems'. I've strongly recommended you to the Queen Mother of the West as the main instructor! Regarding the tuition fee... you can negotiate with them yourself."

Zhan Qing also completely restrained the cold aura of "The Key to the Door", with tears of relief in her eyes. When she looked at Qin Yi, her eyes were more inquiring and... a hint of gossip that could not be concealed - has Qin Yi found his sweetheart?

However...the most eye-catching one is Xuanyuan Shaoze.

He looked at Su Mohui, who was slurping noodles and drinking soy milk to recover her strength. His eyes were so complicated that they could squeeze water out of them. In addition to the concern of his comrade-in-arms, there seemed to be something more... indescribable, even a bit clumsy, and reluctant.

The King of Hell looked at these guys who had just saved the universe and were now arguing over things like "Who will teach foreigners military tactics?", "How will the tuition be calculated?", and "Will the singularity pendant affect the beauty of the universe?" and shook his head helplessly...

He turned around and silently poured himself a bowl of real, original Mengpo soup (without any special effects), then drank it down with his head tilted back.

"It's better to forget about this mess...it's more peaceful." He muttered.

After he drank the Meng Po soup, he fell into a sweet dream. Su Mohui contacted Xie Bian and Fan Wujiu and asked them to take someone to take the King of Hell back to sleep. Then he looked at the group of people in front of him who were well fed and well-drinking.

"So..." Qi Mo pulled out that virtual abacus from somewhere, but this time he didn't do any calculations. Instead, he tapped his knee intermittently, his eyes blank. "Do we consider this... a perfect deed? I always feel a little... uneasy."

"What else?" Bai Ling took a sip of the refilled American coffee elegantly. Although she was at the Naihe Bridge in the underworld, her posture was as if she was in a cafe on the Left Bank of Paris, and her mouth was unusually toxic.

"Do you still want to fight that 'Zongzi' (referring to the Void Singularity) for another three hundred rounds? With all due respect, your Bagua Formation might be chewed up by Pangu's repaired 'Void' as a snack before you even get close."

Yu Wenjin had completely regained her human form, slumped unrefined on a bench brought in by some ghost messenger, rubbing her stomach. "I'm full... and tired... Now I regret it, so much. I shouldn't have eaten so fast. The soup base of that Cross-Bridge Rice Noodle was really good, and now I'm a bit full..."

His younger brother, Yu Wenshu, was deeply interested in Bai Ling's cup of black water. He held the cup up to the gray sky and examined it carefully. "Will this stuff give me a stomachache? The color is a bit weird..."

The Husky that had made such a great contribution was now resting its big furry head on the ram Zhanqing's knees, snoring happily, with a trace of crystal... saliva hanging from the corner of its mouth?

The broken door frame was carelessly discarded at its feet, stained with dirt and suspicious liquid, like a worn-out toy. Zhan Qing occasionally stroked its head, his eyes gentle, the previous coldness and alienation much less.

When Xie Bian arrived, the King of Hell finally got rid of his "five heads and nine arms" corporate animal form in his dream and turned back into that handsome uncle, but the fatigue between his brows was so deep that it could not be erased.

While directing the ghost messengers to clean up the takeout packaging that filled the pavilion, Fan Wujiu said to Su Mohui, "Master Su, remember to add the merits for this takeout order later. The underworld's finances are a bit tight lately."

Su Mohui was still leaning weakly on a specially made stretcher, which was actually an electric sofa with a massage function. Hearing this, she rolled her eyes a little: "Master Fan, I saved the universe, and the takeaway I ordered for you cost me my National Fortune Points. Can I get it reimbursed?"

"Brothers should settle accounts clearly. Saving the universe is a public matter, ordering takeout is a private one." Fan Wujiu said seriously, glancing at the snail noodles in front of Su Mohui. "It's mainly your portion. I brought it back from China. Also, the reimbursement process in the underworld is complicated, you know. It's better to transfer the merit points directly, which is more convenient and quick."

Everyone: "..."

At this moment, the mutant octopus that had been very quiet until now, now should be called "K-series Origin Bearer" or "Octopus Brother", suddenly moved and made a low and vague sound: "Uh... a little... indigestion... burp..."

A pure but slightly chaotic aura of the origin of the restraint system spread out.

Everyone instantly sat up straight with alertness! Even the dozing Husky pricked up its ears!

Gongyang Zhanqing quickly reached out and placed his hand on the octopus (one of its tentacle?), and a gentle force of order flowed through it, helping it to regulate the surging energy within. After a while, the octopus calmed down and let out a "much better" sound, almost like it was bowing to someone like a Husky.