Legendary Person: I brought my skills back to reality!

"No way! You won just like that?"

In the temporary rest area on the bridge of the aircraft carrier Henan, Shi Shaowei stared wide-eyed at Xu Hao, who was sitting at the opposite metal dining table, engrossed in eating a high-calorie individual combat ration. His tone was full of disbelief.

There were already three or four empty lunch boxes piled on the table, while Xu Hao was still rapidly shoveling large chunks of meat and thick sauce into his mouth with his fork, chewing at an astonishing speed, as if he hadn't eaten for centuries.

Less than an hour ago, a slight but clearly discernible ripple spread across the aircraft carrier deck, and then Xu Hao's figure appeared out of thin air, startling the soldiers patrolling nearby.

After his identity was confirmed, he was quickly brought here. Apart from appearing somewhat dazed and unusually hungry, there wasn't a single wound on his body, and his energy levels were as stable as if he had never experienced that earth-shattering battle.

"Sigh, what else can I do?" Xu Hao mumbled a reply, his mouth full of food. He didn't even look up, focusing only on the plate in front of him.

His current condition is indeed unbelievably good. Not only are his injuries completely healed, but his mental energy seems to have also recovered to its peak. The only feeling he has is hunger, an emptiness that comes from the depths of his soul, as if he wants to swallow the entire aircraft carrier's food reserves.

Just then, a rapid communication notification broke the silence in the room.

Shi Shaowei's tactical terminal lit up. He glanced at the caller ID, immediately straightened up, took a deep breath, and answered the call, his voice trembling with excitement: "Director! It's me! Xu Hao... Xu Hao is back! He won! We won! He took down that bastard! That monster who called himself 'Oboro'!"

Shi Shaowei's voice grew louder and louder, his excitement almost bursting from his throat. He waved his arms as if he wanted to spread this great news to the whole world immediately.

"Hey! Don't say that."

Xu Hao, who was engrossed in eating, suddenly stopped, raised a hand, and gently waved it to signal Shi Shaowei to stop.

Shi Shaowei instinctively shut his mouth, looking at Xu Hao with some astonishment.

Xu Hao put down his cutlery, turned his head, and looked out the porthole toward Miami in the distance.

There, the sky, once shrouded in the crimson giant eye, was now clear, with only faint traces of gunpowder smoke intertwined with the dawn light. His gaze was complex, carrying a hint of melancholy, a trace of weariness, and an indescribable heaviness. He murmured to himself, his voice so soft that only he could hear it:

"Actually, he's not a bad person..."

……

Deep in the South China Sea lies an island not marked on any map.

Bathed in golden sunlight, the sand is white and fine, like the finest silk, and the seawater displays a dreamy gradient of blue and green, crystal clear to the bottom.

Dense tropical rainforests cover most of the island, and the air is filled with the sweet fragrance of flowers and fruits and the salty smell of the sea, creating a refreshing aroma.

This is a private vacation paradise specially created for Xu Hao.

At this moment, Xu Hao was reclining on a large beach chair, wearing sunglasses and holding a glass of chilled coconut juice. A gentle sea breeze carried just the right amount of coolness.

A burst of cheerful laughter echoed from the sea not far away. Dasha, a stunning Russian woman, frolicked in the clear water like a mermaid, her agile figure cutting through the surface and splashing up sparkling droplets.

Her Russian shouts, filled with unbridled joy, echoed across the sea.

In the shallow water near the shore, two little ninja girls, Ai and Mai, dressed in cute swimsuits, were carefully building a sandcastle with a small bucket and a shovel.

They moved with seriousness and focus, occasionally arguing quietly over who owned a seashell, then bursting into laughter. They were completely different from their usual stern and wary demeanor as ninjas, and seemed more like two carefree girls next door.

Lin Ya chose a shady spot near the edge of the coconut grove, spread out a soft beach towel, and quietly read a paper book.

She wore an elegant long dress, and a gentle breeze ruffled her long hair, creating a serene and beautiful scene, like a meticulously painted oil painting.

Zi Yu sat cross-legged on a smooth rock, facing the sea, her eyes slightly closed, seemingly engaged in some kind of special breathing or meditation. The abundant, almost tangible energy on the island (which Long called spiritual energy) was slowly converging on her with subtle, visible fluctuations, enveloping her in a faint halo, making her appear mysterious and ethereal.

Li Meilan, wearing a wide-brimmed sun hat, was handling some business through an encrypted satellite terminal.

Even on vacation, she habitually maintains a certain air of competence, occasionally raising her hand to push up her sunglasses, her gaze sweeping over the joking crowd, a subtle smile playing on her lips, as if she is enjoying this rare moment of peace.

Since the thrilling battle in Miami came to an end, the world seems to have been relieved of a heavy burden and returned to its proper order and peace.

After returning to the Dragon Kingdom, Xu Hao handed over all the knowledge and technology about the weight civilization that he had obtained from Long to the country without reservation.

The top leadership of the Dragon Kingdom attached great importance to this and immediately organized a team of top experts and scholars, established several special research groups, and invested unimaginable human and material resources to systematically organize, classify, decipher, and study this vast information heritage.

Oboro was indeed exceptionally meticulous in conveying information. All the knowledge systems were arranged in order of increasing complexity, and the understanding and application directions corresponding to different stages of civilization levels were marked.

This means that even though humanity's current technological level is still lagging behind, as long as we follow this clear path step by step, we will one day be able to fully digest and absorb this gift from a higher civilization.

A foreseeable and magnificent era of great leap forward in civilization has quietly begun, at least in China.

Just as Xu Hao was enjoying this moment of tranquility, the special communicator on his wrist suddenly vibrated, and the screen showed that the caller was the Director-General. He frowned slightly and answered the video call.

The director's face appeared on the screen, with the background resembling a futuristic command center.

The old man was doing well; his ruddy face couldn't hide his excitement and a hint of seriousness: "Xu Hao! Good news, and also... news that you need to know immediately."

"Director, please speak." Xu Hao sat up straight.

"Using the data you brought back, we've managed to crack some of the technologies related to hyperspace observation!"

The director's voice was filled with astonishment.

"This technology is amazing! It allows us to observe extremely distant parts of the universe in real time, completely unaffected by the speed of light! It's simply a miracle! We are still in the early stages of understanding the principles behind this technology, but its effectiveness is undeniable!"

Xu Hao nodded, signaling him to continue.

The director's expression turned serious: "Just now, using this technology, we observed a massive fleet in a star system extremely far from Earth!"

The scale... is unimaginable. They are traveling in a way we cannot comprehend, heading straight for our solar system! Based on the travel data, they are estimated to reach Earth in about a hundred years.

He paused, then added in a heavy tone:

"We compared the fleet images, energy characteristics, and other data we observed with information about other civilizations in the universe from the Fama Civilization Database... Our preliminary judgment is..."

This fleet most likely belongs to the 'Reaper' civilization.

"The Reapers?" Xu Hao's heart sank upon hearing the name. He was familiar with it; it had been emphasized in the last message Long had sent. It was the nemesis of the Mash Civilization, a true cosmic locust that reveled in devouring and destroying other civilizations, viewing inferior civilizations as resources and nourishment—a synonym for pure evil and destruction.

It turns out that the demise of the weight civilization was not the end, but the prelude to an even greater crisis.

Xu Hao was silent for a moment, then he suddenly smiled. There was no fear in his smile, but rather a sense of relief and resolve.

He looked at the director on the screen, his voice calm yet firm: "I understand. Director, since we have inherited the legacy of the weight civilization, then this grudge should naturally be our responsibility as well."

His gaze was fixed on the distant azure sky, as if he could already see the shadow of the fleet that would blot out the sun a hundred years from now.

"Compared to those with differing stances, these 'harvesting agents' are the true enemies of the universe, utterly evil."

Xu Hao's voice was resolute: "If they want to come, then let them come! A hundred years... is enough time for us to be prepared."

The sun still shines brightly, and the sea breeze is still gentle.

But at this moment, a century-long war concerning the survival of human civilization has quietly begun.

(End of the book)