All Realms and Worlds: The Lost Home

Xiaoyaozi's voice was gentle yet heavy, like a pebble thrown into stagnant water, slowly echoing across the entire starry sky.

does it worth?

The three words were directed at the Zerg King, at his obsession with gambling everything and setting up this grand scheme, and also at all the humans and transmigrators struggling to survive in this sea of ​​stars.

A brief silence fell over the starry sky as everyone's gaze was fixed on the colossal black shadow that hovered deep within the swarm of insects.

The Zerg King's chilling aura rippled slightly, and a complex and unreadable emotion flashed in his blood-red eyes—pain, determination, and a hint of deep regret.

The next second, a deep, hoarse laugh, yet filled with a thunderous roar that shook the stars, burst forth from his mouth!

"Is it worth it? Hahaha—! Isn't it worth it?!"

The laughter was sharp and resolute, piercing through all the noise and echoing across the entire starry sky. Every word carried a desperate, do-or-die ruthlessness: "I've gambled my whole life, and regretted it my whole life. This time, even if I'm shattered to pieces, even if I'm doomed forever, it's worth it!"

As his laughter subsided, a sudden change occurred!

Ye Fan, who was firmly imprisoned in mid-air by Fen Lie, suddenly trembled violently all over!

The dark red potion energy that had been raging in his meridians suddenly went berserk, like a ferocious beast breaking free of its shackles, and swept wildly through his limbs and bones.

Immediately afterwards, countless tiny golden runes slowly emerged from beneath his skin!

The inscriptions, delicate and eerie, seemed to be alive, rapidly climbing and spreading across his arms, chest, and neck, densely weaving into a massive net of inscriptions that enveloped his entire body.

The golden inscriptions shimmered with a faint light, intertwining and colliding with the dark red energy emanating from his body, forming a strange yet powerful halo that enveloped his entire being.

His aura was no longer simply increasing rapidly, but becoming increasingly strange and powerful. It possessed the resilience of humans, the coldness of insectoids, and the domineering nature of powerful beings from all realms. These three auras merged together to form a new, suffocating pressure that slowly spread out.

Ye Fan's eyes gradually lost their clarity, replaced by a strange interweaving of gold and red. His body began to twist and swell uncontrollably, his military uniform was torn to shreds, and fine black scales gradually appeared on his skin, bearing a seven-tenths resemblance to the scales on the Zerg King.

This eerie scene plunged the entire starry sky into deathly silence once again.

Fen Lie frowned, a hint of surprise and wariness flashing in his eyes. He subconsciously tightened the power that restrained Ye Fan, only to find that the aura around Ye Fan actually had extremely strong defensive power. His power was being slightly resisted by this small mortal.

The mockery on Han Min's face had vanished without a trace, replaced by deep shock and fear. He subconsciously took a step back, watching Ye Fan's bizarre transformation, a tidal wave of emotions surging within him: "What... what kind of monster is this?!"

Junyi and Nian Shang stared intently at Ye Fan, their eyes filled with worry and doubt. They could sense that Ye Fan's aura, though incredibly powerful, was also becoming increasingly unfamiliar, as if the boy who had once fought alongside them and held such unwavering convictions was gradually disappearing.

Xiaoyaozi's gaze remained gentle and profound. He quietly observed the inscriptions on Ye Fan's body and watched his strange changes. A hint of understanding flashed in his eyes, along with a barely perceptible sigh, but he remained silent, simply standing quietly in the starry sky, as if waiting for something.

Everyone fell silent, their gazes fixed on Ye Fan in the starry sky. Their expressions varied: some were shocked, some were fearful, some were worried, and some were greedy. But no one dared to step forward easily, and no one dared to interrupt Ye Fan's transformation.

Meanwhile, at the Cambridge Observatory, the condition of Yaoguang was on the verge of complete collapse.

He looked at Ye Fan in mid-air, who was constantly changing like a monster and enduring excruciating pain. The guilt and pain in his eyes overwhelmed him like a tidal wave. Coupled with the suffocating pressure from the powerful beings around him and the impending annihilation of humanity, all the pressure pounded on his heart like a heavy hammer.

He went completely insane.

"No...that's not how it is..."

Yao Guang muttered to himself, his voice hoarse and broken. His body trembled incessantly, his hands gripping his hair tightly, tearing at it with all his might. A large clump of messy hair was ripped out, and blood flowed down his fingertips, but he was completely unaware.

"It's my fault...it's all my fault..."

"I shouldn't have made that drug... I shouldn't have forced Ye Fan to inject it... I shouldn't have been so selfish..."

"Ye Fan... I'm sorry... I'm so sorry..."

He muttered to himself as he frantically shook his body, his eyes unfocused and empty, his face covered in tears, sweat, and bloodstains. His once handsome face was now contorted and terrifying, and there was no trace of the former top scientist's spirit.

He thought of his fallen comrades, of Ye Fan's former appearance, of his own madness and obsession when making the potion, and of Su Lan and Chen Mo's trust and protection. The guilt and self-blame in his heart grew stronger and stronger, almost threatening to completely devour his soul.

"I am a sinner...I am an executioner..."

Yao Guang suddenly screamed, his voice shrill and desperate. He turned around abruptly and rushed toward the edge of the observation platform, wanting to jump and end his life completely, wanting to use his death to atone for his mistakes and to ensure Ye Fan's safety.

"Major General Yaoguang! No!"

The soldiers guarding the observation platform had already noticed Yao Guang's abnormality. Seeing that he was about to rush to his death, they rushed forward to stop him, holding him tightly and preventing him from taking another step.

"Let me go! Let me go!"

Yao Guang struggled and roared frantically, like a maddened trapped beast, "I deserve to die! I don't deserve to live! I ruined Ye Fan! I ruined everyone! Let me die! Let me die!"

His strength became extraordinary, and it took several soldiers all their strength to barely hold him down. Looking at Yao Guang's frenzied appearance, the soldiers' eyes were filled with heartache and helplessness.

They all knew that Major General Yaoguang had endured far too much. He wasn't insane; he was simply driven to the brink, completely overwhelmed by guilt and pressure.

"Quickly! Report to General Su Lan! Major General Yao Guang... he's about to collapse!" A leading soldier shouted urgently into the communicator, his voice filled with anxiety.

At this moment, Su Lan was in charge of the command center, directing the fleet and barely resisting the sporadic counterattacks of the Zerg. She was constantly worried about the safety of Ye Fan and Yao Guang, as well as the movements of the top experts in the starry sky.

When the soldier's urgent report came through the communicator, Su Lan's heart sank instantly.

"What?! Yao Guang is in trouble?!"

Su Lan's voice trembled slightly. Without hesitation, he stood up abruptly, grabbed the weapon beside him, and dashed frantically toward the Cambridge Observatory. His aura was urgent and heavy.

Yao Guang was his comrade-in-arms, his friend, and his partner who fought side by side and supported each other in this cruel sea of ​​stars.

They had been through life and death together, fought against the insectoid counterattack together, and fought with all their might for the survival of humanity. He absolutely could not allow Yao Guang to collapse like this, he absolutely could not allow Yao Guang to end his life so easily.

In just a few minutes, Su Lan rushed to the Cambridge Observatory.

When she saw Yao Guang being held down by several soldiers, covered in blood, struggling frantically, and with a vacant look in his eyes, Su Lan's heart felt as if it had been struck by a heavy hammer, the pain almost making it hard for her to breathe.

Is this the same top scientist who was once spirited, calm, and wise, who single-handedly cracked countless Zerg secrets and made outstanding contributions to humanity?

Is this the comrade-in-arms who once fought alongside him, fearless, and never retreated even when facing the most powerful enemy?

The Yao Guang before me was in a state of madness, despair, and a hideous expression; he was nothing like he used to be.

"Yao Guang!"

Su Lan rushed over, shoved away the soldier holding Yao Guang down, and tightly embraced Yao Guang's frantically struggling body. Her voice was urgent and heartbroken, choked with sobs, "Yao Guang! Wake up! It's me, Su Lan! I'm your comrade-in-arms! I'm your friend!"

Yao Guang, held tightly by Su Lan, struggled even more violently, twisting his body frantically and roaring, "Let me go! Su Lan! Let me go! I'm a sinner! I ruined Ye Fan! I ruined everyone! I don't deserve to live! I don't deserve to be your comrade!"

"I shouldn't have made that drug... I shouldn't have forced Ye Fan to inject it... It's all my fault... It's all my fault..."

Su Lan held Yao Guang tightly, ignoring Yao Guang's struggles and tearing at her, ignoring Yao Guang's fingernails that scratched her arms, leaving deep bloody marks. She didn't loosen her grip even slightly, but instead held Yao Guang even tighter, her voice firm and powerful as she spoke, word by word:

"Yao Guang! I don't care if you're transmigrators or people from this world!"

"I don't care how many secrets you carry, or how many obsessions you bear!"

"Are we no longer comrades-in-arms?! No longer friends?!"

"Why do you have to bear all of this alone?! Why do you have to carry all the pressure on your own shoulders?!"

Su Lan's voice grew increasingly agitated and powerful, tears welling in her eyes as she cried out, "This sea of ​​stars is home to countless indomitable humans! Countless people like us, yearning to protect our home and to survive!"

"We can share this burden! We can fight side by side! This isn't just your world, it's our world too! It's the home we all protected with our blood and lives!"

"Yaoguang! Don't you understand?! You're not alone! We're all here! All of us are standing with you and Ye Fan!"

Su Lan's words exploded in Yao Guang's mind like a thunderclap!

Yao Guang's struggling movements gradually slowed down. He raised his head blankly, looking at Su Lan's tear-streaked yet incredibly determined face. Listening to Su Lan's powerful words, the disorientation and despair in his eyes gradually faded, replaced by a trace of confusion and emotion.

Not the same person?

Everyone was standing with him?

He muttered to himself, staring blankly at Su Lan, his lips trembling slightly, but he couldn't utter a single word. The guilt and self-blame in his heart were still intense, but Su Lan's words were like a ray of light, illuminating his despairing heart and giving him a faint will to live.

Just then, the communicator on Su Lan's wrist suddenly emitted a rapid beeping sound. An old, hoarse voice, yet still carrying an undeniable air of authority, instantly came from the communicator, resounding throughout the entire observation platform.

"Su Lan! Yao Guang! Respond if you hear me!"

Upon hearing this voice, Su Lan's body stiffened instantly, and the tears in her eyes stopped instantly, replaced by a deep sense of awe and excitement.

It's a marshal! Marshal Chen Mo!

Su Lan quickly released her grip on Yao Guang, straightened her disheveled military uniform, and saluted respectfully into the communicator, saying firmly, "Marshal! Su Lan is here! Yao Guang is here too!"

The communicator's image was instantly projected onto the observation deck's screen.

In the video, a soldier wearing the uniform of the United Nations appears. The old man's temples are already gray, his face is full of deep fatigue, and his eyes are full of weariness and vicissitudes. Clearly, the countless battles and sacrifices along the way have exhausted his spirit.

His background was no longer the imposing UN council chamber, symbolizing the highest power of the UN, but the command center of a warship, with flashing instruments and faint alarms. Outside the window was a starry sky.