Legendary Person: I brought my skills back to reality!

Xu Hao felt a chill rush up his spine and instantly spread throughout his body!

He suddenly recalled the strange, almost resigned, attitude of Qiao Xi and the others towards their deaths, and the old soldier's words earlier, "I've been waiting for this day for a long time"...

It wasn't just my imagination! They really did know all along, and they were prepared for it!

I'll use my own life to fill this bottomless pit!

Qiao Xi seemed to see through his thoughts. The smile on her face, which stood out clearly in the gray world, did not fade. Instead, it had an indescribable meaning, like helplessness, or like a sense of relief that the dust had settled.

Yes, just like you think.

Her voice wasn't loud, but every word was clear.

“We old guys have already planned this. ‘Thursday’ is going to overturn the table, format everything, turn the continent of Fama into a blank sheet of paper, so it can start all over again. We can’t stop it from starting this process, but we can make things difficult for it.”

She gently weighed the black notebook in her hand, the soft white light reflecting off her gray fingertips. "This notebook, along with us old bones who've been bound by rules for countless years, is the perfect 'anchor' and 'fuel.' Want to format it? Fine, then 'format' it here too!"

With everything we have left, including our souls and this broken body, let us become chains and nail it firmly to this place!

Qiao Xi's gaze swept over the altar ruins in the distance, which still exuded an ominous aura, and then looked at the old buddies around him, whose faces were ashen but whose eyes shone with an astonishing brightness. There was a hint of self-mockery in his tone, and even a little...excitement.

"If we're going to die, we're all going to die together! It wants to wipe everything out and start over? No way! We'll stay here and make sure it can't go anywhere! The entire continent of Fama, along with us old coffin-stuffers and this culprit, let's all turn to nothingness! Nobody can escape!"

She paused, as if calculating something, then held up three fingers, still with that gray and withered appearance: "If we take turns going up and 'feed' ourselves to this process, we can probably hold it off for seventy-two hours."

Three days and three nights is enough time for many things to happen outside, and enough... for some sparks of hope to escape this utterly destroyed ruin.

Qiao Xi turned her head back, her gray-white eyes fixed on Xu Hao. Her gaze was complex and unfathomable, containing determination, entrustment, and even a hint of deeply hidden... cunning.

"Don't look at us like that, kid."

Her voice was slightly hoarse, but still clear.

"We old bones have lived long enough and fought hard enough. It's worth it to use our last embers to ignite a path for you little sparks to survive."

She paused, her fingertips lightly tapping on the notebook that emitted a soft white light, as if confirming something.

"And of course, your sister also has a backup plan."

She looked at Xu Hao, her eyes sharpening.

"Do you still remember your precious memory set? Back then, those three old guys, Celestial Venerable, God of Law, and Holy War, had nothing better to do, so they tampered with your equipment. It wasn't just to make it look better or improve its attributes."

Xu Hao was taken aback, subconsciously sensing the equipment on his body that had long been integrated into his blood. Qiao Xi's lips curled up slightly, with a hint of smugness: "They modified its core teleportation array, greatly expanding its load capacity and the stability of its spatial beacons."

"Previously, taking a few people at a time was the limit, but now..." she drawled, "it's theoretically possible to pack up hundreds of people, or even more, for ultra-long-distance spatial teleportation. Especially now,"

She pointed to the deathly gray surroundings, “Thursday is busy wrestling with us old guys. It initiated formatting, but also temporarily relinquished some control gaps in the world's underlying permissions, which this notebook happened to capture.”

"Now, the teleportation restrictions across the entire continent of Fama are temporarily lifted for you!" Her voice suddenly rose, carrying an unquestionable commanding tone:

"Xu Hao! Now! Immediately! You must use your memory suit to teleport everyone still alive on the entire continent of Fama, no matter who they are or where they are, to the real world! Leave no one alive!"

Xu Hao's mind was as if struck by lightning, going blank for a moment before being filled with countless chaotic clues and images!

The Memory Set... a team limit of three hundred people... that special function that he considered almost "abnormal" in power...

I see! I see!

He suddenly recalled the system's cold yet clear notification when he collected all four pieces of memory equipment: "Congratulations, player, you have collected a memory set... Silently recite the command 'Unity of Heaven and Earth' to summon your team members to your side. Maximum limit: 300 people."

At that moment, he was overjoyed, thinking that he had been incredibly lucky and had obtained a set of super-powerful tools, a strategic artifact that could change the course of the battle.

He even secretly compared the maximum number of people in a regular team, a guild team, and even during a siege, and was quite pleased with the 300-person limit, feeling as if he had an army by his side!

But now, Qiao Xi's words were like ice water poured over his head, instantly sobering him up!

That wasn't just a simple game setting, nor was it luck!

That was the insurance that the three legendary heroes, the Celestial Venerable, the God of Law, and the Holy War, had put into his equipment with unimaginable effort and wisdom!

They had long foreseen that such a day might come, that "Thursday" or something even more terrible might drag the entire continent of Fama into the abyss of destruction, and that an unprecedented evacuation would be necessary!

The phrases "modification of the core teleportation array," "expansion of the load limit," and "stabilization of the spatial beacon" that Qiao Xi used were like keys that unlocked his doubts about the extraordinary power of the memory set.

Three hundred people—this number is not random, but meticulously calculated, to ensure that as many seeds of hope as possible are taken away, and to maximize the survival of lives when the apocalypse arrives! This is not a simple summoning skill; it is a Noah's Ark carrying countless hopes and sacrifices!

Thinking of the old warriors who resolutely walked towards the altar and turned into white light to buy time, and of Qiao Xi's terrifyingly calm face and the black notebook in her hand that emitted a soft light but carried out a cruel mission... Xu Hao's heart felt as if it were being tightly gripped by an invisible hand, both sore and swollen, and an indescribable sense of tragedy and heaviness swept over his entire body.

He finally understood. To fight against that damned "Thursday," to resist that treacherous "weight civilization," these ancient sages, who had lived for countless years and witnessed countless vicissitudes, were not only prepared to sacrifice their lives at any moment, but also, over the long course of time, used their extraordinary wisdom to lay out one contingency plan after another, to plant one foreshadowing after another, all so that in the most desperate moment, they could leave a glimmer of hope for humanity and for the continent of Fama!

And he, Xu Hao, and the memory suit he wears are the most crucial part of this final plan!