Legendary Person: I brought my skills back to reality!

Just as alarm bells were ringing in Xu Hao's mind as he tried to understand the bizarre scene before him, an indescribable, terrifying pressure descended like an invisible mountain!

This is not simply physical pressure; it is more like an absolute crushing force originating from the level of life, or even the level of the soul.

The air seemed to have turned into a viscous gel, making each breath incredibly difficult. The bones groaned under the unbearable pressure, and the mental world felt as if it were being squeezed by billions of tons of seawater, with consciousness almost being crushed in an instant.

"Ugh..."

"Pfft!"

"Well……"

A series of painful groans and the sound of heavy objects falling to the ground came from behind. Xu Hao turned around with difficulty and glanced back. He saw Shi Shaowei, Lin Ya, Miaoyu, Tie Lan... all his companions who had just woken up, whether they were standing or sitting before, were now slumped on the ground like soft mud with their bones removed.

Their faces were ashen, their eyes were closed, and their bodies twitched uncontrollably. They had clearly lost consciousness completely and were even deprived of the strength to let out a complete scream.

Only Xu Hao, relying on a mental strength that seemed somewhat different from others, and for some inexplicable reason, managed to maintain his standing posture.

His legs trembled violently as if they were being shaken apart, his knees bent to their limit, as if he were about to collapse at any moment.

Veins bulged on his forehead, and sweat streamed down his face, soaking his clothes. His teeth were clenched so tightly they were grinding, and a trickle of blood even seeped from the corner of his mouth. He stared intently at the cold, gigantic eye above him, feeling his very soul tremble and freeze under its gaze.

The giant, suspended eye, its deep, merciless pupils slowly focusing, locked onto the only figure still struggling to hold on. An invisible pressure, like a tangible tide, crashed against Xu Hao's swaying body and crumbling mental defenses, but something within him seemed to be stubbornly resisting, like a candle flickering in the wind, yet never extinguished.

The giant eye indifferently "observed" his violently trembling legs, watched the beads of sweat rolling down his forehead and hitting the dusty ground, and listened to the low growls suppressed from the depths of his throat due to extreme pain.

After a moment of silence, the cold, hollow voice rang out again, this time with a hint of extremely subtle "interest," as if it had discovered a speck of dust that had deviated slightly from its intended trajectory.

"Oh?" The voice remained flat, devoid of any human emotion, but its direction was crystal clear, piercing straight into the depths of Xu Hao's consciousness. "Unlike the ants... you endured it."

The giant eye's gaze seemed to pierce through Xu Hao's flesh and blood, examining the essence of his soul and the subtle changes brought about by those things it called "little gadgets".

“It seems,” the voice continued, with a condescending tone, “that those three overconfident ants… certainly wasted a lot of useless effort on your ‘work’.”

It paused, as if assessing the value of this "effort," and finally came to a conclusion that it found somewhat novel.

"So that's how it is... They see you as... a 'hope' that can stand against 'us'?"

The last two words were deliberately elongated, without mockery or contempt, but with a pure, cold, playful quality, as if observing an experimental subject and discovering an unexpected phenomenon.

"This is really interesting..."

"Who... are you?" Xu Hao used all his strength to squeeze out these words through clenched teeth, his voice dry and hoarse, almost inaudible.

He was certain that this oppressive aura, this eye, and that cold, hollow voice, while bearing some distant similarities to certain characteristics of Thursday—such as its inhuman, indifferent tone—were definitely not Thursday.

Thursday is crazy, furious, and full of sharp emotions, while this existence is only pure, ancient coldness and indifference, as if it transcends joy, anger, sorrow and happiness.

As if in response to his question, that cold, hollow voice resounded once again deep within his soul, crystal clear, with a calm, factual tone:

“I am not the ‘Thursday’ you know. That agent… has completed its mission.”

Intelligent agent? Xu Hao's heart skipped a beat. He had heard the God of Law and the Holy War mention this term before.

That was after the game data was deciphered. In the video left by the God of Magic and the Holy War, the Fa Ma civilization, on the verge of destruction, released countless intelligent entities into the universe. These intelligent entities would seek out intelligent civilizations with self-awareness, collect their spiritual power, and in order to revive the Fa Ma civilization in the future.

Thursday was just one of them...

The voice didn't give him much time to think, continuing its explanation in that flat tone, as if stating a very simple scientific principle:

"I am one of the individuals of the Fama civilization. This place is a temporary vessel that I hastily constructed with my remaining energy, a two-dimensional projection that is similar to the continent of Fama."

Compared to the continent of Fama created by the intelligent agent, it is crude, rudimentary, and lacks many details and rules.

"There's nothing we can do about it; time is short, please understand..."

They were actually quite polite...

Xu Hao suddenly looked up, a look of horror flashing in his eyes.

Individuals of the Fama civilization? Two-dimensional projection? The amount of information was too enormous for him to process immediately.

"On Thursday, the smart terminal responsible for collecting spiritual energy activated its final contingency plan when it determined that the spiritual energy enrichment device—oh, the altar you mentioned—was about to be completely destroyed."

The sound continued, revealing the truth behind Thursday's final, frantic actions.

"It chose to disintegrate itself, forcibly merging, compressing, and transforming its own existence with all the remaining spiritual energy stored in the altar, as well as its own core data stream, in a desperate attempt to activate and awaken a dormant Fama civilization individual—that is, me."

It abandoned the grand goal of restoring the entire civilization, focusing its last energy on one point, solely to ensure that at least one 'spark' could be rekindled.

Xu Hao's heart pounded wildly. His self-sacrifice on Thursday was actually to resurrect this even more terrifying being before him!

"The heavy responsibility of awakening the entire civilization now rests on my shoulders." The voice remained calm, yet it carried an undeniable sense of destiny.

After a brief pause, seemingly to observe Xu Hao's reaction or perhaps to perform some kind of information retrieval, the voice rang out again, this time with a hint of... well, one might say a "translation-like" tone for the sake of comprehension:

"Based on the social structure and functional division of your human civilization, my role is roughly equivalent to what you understand as... a 'scientist'."

“As for what to call me,” the giant eye shifted slightly, its deep pupils seeming even deeper, “if we follow your usual way of communicating, you can call me… ‘Oboro’.”