Zone Zero: I'm invincible now that the heavenly fire has killed Nineveh!

A middle-aged man.

A middle-aged man who achieved unparalleled success in his dream, building a business empire comparable to the Interstellar Peace Corporation in a short period of time.

He looked at all the beauty around him, and he examined all the beauty around him.

Wealth and fame flowed like water to him, and he could summon and dismiss beauties of all races at will.

This was the paradise he had always dreamed of, and he made a vow to make it come true.

But what if it's just a false dream?

The middle-aged man began to examine all of this, and the line of small gold characters reminded him.

He had an incredibly smooth journey, creating a cosmic giant comparable to Interstellar Peace Corporation in just a few decades through a series of unbelievable business miracles.

But something is wrong. Here, the Interstellar Peace Corporation's attempts to curb his rise have failed. The methods used are exactly what he imagined, and any unexpected attempts have all failed.

This is so relaxing, it feels like a dream!

Only the terrifying violence of the Dream Market Development Department can be easily dealt with, and only those high-ranking Dream Travelers and even Commanders can be repeatedly defeated by their subordinates.

The middle-aged man was in a daze, struggling with the various forms of fame, fortune, and lust around him.

Even if this is a dream, it's a dream that fulfills all his desires. He knows that as long as he forgets those golden words, he will still be the mighty ruler of the universe.

The middle-aged man silently recited in his heart, his eyes hardening, and responded to the golden lettering: "I choose to leave."

The dream has been enjoyed; now it's time to pull ourselves together and face reality. Those who anticipated his arrival, and those who disliked him, must now confront him anew—a man who has rested and recovered his strength!

As the middle-aged man made this decision, he was not teleported away, but instead saw a scene.

The sacred colossus wielded its baton, unleashing immense power and sustaining the existence of the dream.

Opposite the colossus, a group of people were hostile to it.

Two enormous space robots, and some strange but definitely powerful figures.

For example, Himeko, the navigator of the Star Train, is a well-known and kind person in the galaxy who has appeared in interstellar news several times.

For example, the Star Peace Company executive who recently carried high-energy items and caused the gold to be sealed off.

For example, there's the Galactic Robin, a shining star renowned throughout the universe. And then there's the Star Core Hunter, a notorious terrorist in the cosmos.

The middle-aged man couldn't believe his eyes. These were all renowned and powerful figures in the universe, yet even when they joined forces, they were no match for that colossus.

He inexplicably realized that only by defeating the sacred colossus could he be freed from the dream.

But even these powerful individuals combined can't defeat him, so what can he do?

"Give them a helping hand, with the power of hope."

Su Chen's voice echoed in the dream, reaching the ears of all those who chose to wake up.

"The power of hope?"

The middle-aged people were all taken aback.

Is hope a belief, and does it possess real power?

"The light of hope has saved you and entered your bodies. It has planted a seed in everyone's heart, and when the time is truly needed, it will unleash the power of hope."

"You will become light, and together with all the will of hope, you will coalesce into a giant to accomplish all salvation."

Su Chen, guiding from the outside, chanted: "The gods of order intend to bestow a beautiful dream from which one can never awaken; it is both a refuge and a prison. Let the light of hope shine forth, so that the gods may see the will of the enlightened one!"

"Son of man, your destiny is in your own hands, and the power of hope will always be with you!"

At this moment, he is not playing the role of a savior, but rather a prophet who leads people to the light.

The light of hope that Su Chen needs must be extremely pure, born from his own heart, and entrusted to the light of pure divinity.

This light requires extreme purity; even its own will is considered corrupted before it is completed.

Only those who have passed the test of Sunday dreams and decided to awaken amidst boundless beautiful dreams have the fertile ground for this hope to grow.

In fact, this light can only be obtained from innocent children, because they are uncorrupted and have an extra belief in hope.

But Sunday's dreams create another possibility: the awakened being who has escaped from the ultimate beautiful dream.

Those enlightened beings who, after experiencing the pain of reality and the beauty of dreams, are still willing to return from their dreams to reality despite the extreme contrast, have a hope that shines even brighter and more solid than that of children!

"Will I transform into light?"

The middle-aged man muttered to himself, his expression suddenly becoming excited: "I will transform into light!"

What an honor to fight for your own tomorrow!

How magnificent, battling against the gods of order!

How free he is, fighting for his hope and will!

He did not know how to transform into light, but he exerted his utmost effort and held fast to his lifelong belief in one place.

Then, a ray of light appeared.

Then more beliefs penetrated the dream, and more points of light appeared.

Tiny points of light flickered in the dream, but in the vast dream world, they were but scattered stars, incomparable to the will to fall.

Yes, even with the reminder in small golden letters, even if the dream is destined to be futile, those who are willing to dedicate themselves to the future and awaken to hope are ultimately only a minority.

They are like sparks, faint and weak.

They are indestructible, they are impenetrable!

The beams of light converged, piercing through layers of dreams to reach Su Chen: "The first ray of hope, see through the illusion of beauty, and fight for the hope of returning to reality."

He was also amazed by the pure beauty of the light; the will of the enlightened one, though small, was firm, and the quality of the light of hope exceeded his imagination.

The black swan appeared beside Su Chen at some unknown time and devoutly chanted, "Praise be to the noble light of hope!"

"How magnificent! A beacon of light that awakens people to the world!"

"Radiant! The light that vanquishes the enemy and eradicates evil!"

"Holy one! Light of true hope!"

She was mesmerized and did her best to memorize the dazzling light.

Among the myriad memories she had, this light still held a place of ultimate truth and beauty.

No words could describe her excitement; she saw this light as if she were seeing the star god of memory, Fuli!

“This is the light of hope.” Huang Quan’s expression was moved, and he rarely lost his composure. He murmured, “It is also the light that pierces through the void.”

In that instant of light, her five senses, which had been eroded and lost by nothingness, began to return.

The all-consuming darkness was cleared by this small beam of light, creating a tranquil area.

"It was truly a dazzling brilliance."

When the beam of light appeared next to Su Chen, the God Lord had already stopped fighting with the others.

The two adversaries stopped in perfect unison and paid homage to the beam of light.

Kaffa's wine-red eyes were slightly glazed as she softly exclaimed, "This is his purpose. It's breathtakingly beautiful."

She knew Su Chen had ulterior motives, but she never expected that Pinocchio was not only a breeding ground for order, but also the soil from which hope was born.

She suddenly had an impulsive idea.

It's not just Elio's script that can lead them to the future they desire; the dazzling light of hope before their eyes is even more likely.

"This sense of familiarity and déjà vu."

Walter looked at Su Chen and fell silent.

Oh, so it turns out that it was Ultraman Tiga who did the kill.

Those scenes of offering light in dreams, don't they look so much like the prelude to Shining Tiga's transformation?

"So this is Mr. Su Chen's trump card."

The robin looked at Su Chen, who was holding the light in his hands, and smiled with relief.

This kind of power is definitely not the type to harm people.

With such a saving power, the people in the dream should be safe from harm.

Moreover, even the older brother wouldn't feel regretful about being defeated by such power.

"This is people's own choice..."

Sunday's will ripples within the colossal idol.

He wasn't disappointed; in fact, he was quite pleased.

This was the failure he craved, a denial of his path by a more correct one, a hope conceived in the dream of order, rising on his shoulders.

Perhaps if it were someone else, he wouldn't be able to savor such a sweet defeat.

Yes, he has already seen his failure.

Even if it's just a simple light, even if this light currently only has warmth and no other power.