Legendary Person: I brought my skills back to reality!

Xu Hao watched as the last figure disappeared into the soft white light wormhole, and the entrance connecting to the ruins of Miami quietly closed and vanished.

He could feel his tense back muscles relax slightly, and his heart, which had been hanging in suspense, finally settled back into his chest cavity after experiencing weightlessness, with each beat feeling exceptionally powerful.

The huge weight that had been pressing on my heart, concerning the safety of my companions, has finally been temporarily lifted.

Now that you're all safe, I... have no more worries...

Almost at the same instant the wormhole disappeared, Oboro's cold, emotionless stream of consciousness once again flooded into Xu Hao's mind like a tidal wave:

“Your companion has left. Now, we can begin discussing the specific terms of the cooperation, Xu Hao.”

His voice remained flat and straightforward, but Xu Hao seemed to be able to detect a hint of barely concealed urgency in it, an urgent desire to finalize the agreement as soon as possible and to completely control or get rid of him, this "unstable factor".

"Very well, esteemed Oboro."

Xu Hao slowly turned around, the warmth and solemnity that had lingered on his face when he bid farewell to his companions vanishing instantly, replaced by a strange smile that mixed mockery and determination.

He raised his head, his gaze fixed on the enormous vertical pupil suspended in the sky. A slight smile played on his lips, revealing a set of white teeth. His voice was calm, yet carried an undeniable power.

"However, before we delve into 'integration' and 'mutual prosperity,' there's something I feel it's necessary to tell you in advance so that you can have a clearer understanding of your 'partner.'"

He paused, as if giving Long time to think and react, but in reality, he had no intention of waiting for a response.

He extended his right index finger and slowly, stroke by stroke, traced something in the air in front of him: "Do you know how we humans write the character for 'person'?"

Before the massive consciousness could respond in any way, Xu Hao continued speaking, his tone almost preaching, but his eyes flashed with a cold glint:

“I don’t know about other languages ​​and scripts, but in the Chinese characters that have been passed down for thousands of years, the character for ‘person’ is just a left-falling stroke and a right-falling stroke.”

He traced a perfect "人" (human) shape in the air with his fingers, leaving an invisible trail wherever his fingertips moved.

"See, it's simple, isn't it? But it supports our race. We also have a saying, 'Only by standing tall and upright can one be considered a 'human being'!"

The moment he finished speaking, the smile on Xu Hao's face vanished, replaced by an almost insane resolve.

He swung his hands forward with lightning speed! Accompanied by a barely perceptible fluctuation in space, three silver-gray metal tactical backpacks, slightly larger than the previous "Red Star-V" type, with more complex surface circuitry and flashing more warning red lights, slammed heavily onto the ground in front of Xu Hao with three muffled thuds, arranged in a triangular shape.

The three backpacks exuded a more intense aura of danger than the previous single nuclear bomb. They were the latest "Red Star-VI" type, with its power increased exponentially. Before leaving, just in case, he had begged the director of the General Bureau to give them his trump card.

"This is my principle of conduct, and also the bottom line of human civilization." Xu Hao's voice wasn't loud, but it clearly entered Long's consciousness. "Either live standing up, or die standing up. Never live on your knees!"

"No bastard dares to ride roughshod over us!!!"

"You—!!!" A violent mental storm erupted from the giant eye in the sky, no longer the deliberately controlled communication of consciousness, but a pure, primal roar mixed with horror and rage!

The entire space seemed to tremble violently in the face of this silent roar. The branches and leaves of the giant tree moved without wind, making a mournful rustling sound. Even the dormant cocoons of light began to flicker erratically.

Long finally realized that he had been completely fooled by this insignificant ant!

Those so-called "compromises" and "negotiations" were a carefully designed scam from the very beginning!

Faced with this tangible mental shock, Xu Hao's body swayed slightly, but a relieved, even slightly pleased, smile appeared on his face.

He pulled a small, intricately designed black remote control from his pocket, with only one prominent red button. Without hesitation, he pressed it down hard! The remote's screen lit up instantly, and bright red numbers began to flash: 10.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Long." Xu Hao raised his head, meeting those enormous eyes that seemed to drip blood, his tone calm to the point of cruelty.

“Our ‘cooperation’ will probably begin in a way you don’t quite like.” He held up the remote control, displaying the rapidly counting down numbers: 9…8…7…

"Ten seconds later, they will send this place, along with your hopes, into the sky."

The roar of Omni's consciousness was like an invisible mental tsunami, violently impacting Xu Hao's senses. The rage almost solidified, making the surrounding air thick and distorted.

"Xu Hao! You will die! You will die here! We can talk! We can discuss the terms!"

The voice was no longer cold; it was filled with hysterical terror and incredulous rage, attempting to shake Xu Hao's resolve.

However, Xu Hao merely smiled slightly, a smile carrying a sense of relief and even a hint of triumphant satisfaction at having pulled off a prank. "Perhaps," he responded softly, his voice unusually calm amidst the turbulent mental onslaught.

"However, that's not necessarily true!"

As he spoke, he deftly flipped his wrist, the movement fluid and natural. An ancient scroll, gleaming with a faint light, appeared out of thin air in his palm.

The scroll is made of neither gold nor jade, and its surface is decorated with complex and mysterious golden patterns, faintly exuding an aura of spatial fluctuation.

Dungeon Escape Ticket! A common item in the continent of Fama!

His gaze swept over the bright red number "3" flashing on the remote control, then glanced at the enormous vertical pupil in the sky, bloodshot with rage and seemingly about to burst from its socket.

"Goodbye, Mr. Oboro."

With a soft, tearing sound like silk being torn, Xu Hao grabbed both ends of the scroll with both hands without hesitation and tore it open with great force!

Tsk-!

The mental shock surged even more violently, attempting to disrupt the spatial teleportation, but to no avail!

Xu Hao took one last look at the timer that was about to reach zero—"1".

His figure was completely swallowed by the white light, vanishing instantly like an ink droplet dropped into water. The spatial fluctuations subsided abruptly, and the golden rift disappeared as if it had never existed.

Almost at the same instant, the timer reset to zero.

The cores of three "Red Star-VI" tactical nuclear bombs were detonated simultaneously.

An indescribable, blinding light, surpassing even daylight, suddenly erupted, instantly engulfing the spot where Xu Hao had just stood, the shimmering cocoons of light, the giant tree, and the giant eye in the sky... an extreme radiance.

Like the first ray of light at the beginning of creation, and like the final judgment that destroys everything, it completely illuminates this space that holds nascent hope!