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Chapter 294 Solo Tournament Champion

"In a way, I'm just building on the legacy of six generations?" I shrugged.

"You took the baton from those who came before you and passed it on to everyone, so that the light could finally be maximized." The girl in red shoes smiled, as if praising him.

She raised her hand, and my dream's body suddenly seemed to float up from the water, becoming light, as if it were about to leave this world.

"Go back to where you belong. You have won all the victories, and everything you deserve is waiting for you."

...........

After Gatanothor disappeared, the people achieved final victory.

The Plaiser aliens arrived on Earth, representing the interstellar alliance's cosmic forces, and met with Sawai Soichiro, the director of the Earth Defense Force. The two sides had a friendly exchange, and the Plaiser aliens praised Earth highly and officially gifted Earth the interstellar alliance seat that I had previously earned in my dream. Earth officially became a member of the interstellar alliance.

The whole world was celebrating the victory. People flooded the streets, and squares, parks, and every corner of the city were filled with joyful and excited shouts. People waved flags, raised flowers and lights, and celebrated this unprecedented victory.

Children cheered and jumped for joy, releasing colorful balloons and laughing innocently, as if the shadows of darkness had never fallen. Adults embraced each other, tears welling in their eyes, many congratulating each other excitedly, some even taking out musical instruments and playing joyful melodies in the streets. People spontaneously organized celebratory parades, singing and dancing, their joyful laughter echoing in the air for a long time.

Landmarks around the world lit up with dazzling lights, and the city night sky was adorned with colorful fireworks, creating a dreamlike scene. Radio, television, and the internet simultaneously broadcast celebratory footage, and people in both cities and villages were immersed in a joyful atmosphere, as if the hearts of all humanity were closely connected at this moment.

Flowers were laid before monuments across the world, where people spontaneously gathered to express their highest respect and gratitude to the heroes who dedicated their strength to protecting the world. Many people prayed softly before the monuments, silently shedding tears of emotion, and commemorating everyone who contributed to this victory with gratitude.

In this joyous moment, only Mitsuko and Jet returned to their rented apartment, dejected.

After the evil god was destroyed, the perfect restoration of the Shining Form brought everything back, including the dead and everything that was destroyed, but only Gamu did not return.

Jete went crazy, teleporting all over the world, but she couldn't sense my dream's presence no matter what she did.

If my dreams were still alive, I would definitely come looking for them no matter what.

They were forced to accept the possible fact that my dream was gone.

Photon and Jet returned to the little house filled with memories. As they pushed open the door, an indescribable silence enveloped them. Everything inside remained unchanged: the neatly arranged teacups, I Dream's notebook in the corner, the small plant on the windowsill… as if he might step in at any moment, smiling, and ask them where they wanted to go that day, or what kind of tea they would like. However, the chill in the air reminded them that everything before them was merely a shadow of memories.

Mitsuko walked to the window, her fingers gently stroking the teacup she had dreamt of countless times. Tears blurred her vision. Her fingertips trembled slightly as images of their laughter and playful moments flashed through her mind—simple yet incredibly warm times.

Jete leaned against the sofa, silently gazing at the notebook on the coffee table. It was filled with my dreams, battle plans, and even snippets of their daily lives. She turned to a page and, seeing my dream's handwriting, her eyes welled up slightly. It was his handwriting, somewhat messy, but full of determination. Jete gripped the notebook tightly, as if it were the only warmth he had left behind.

Just as Photon and Jet were lost in deep longing and sorrow, a soft footstep sound suddenly came from the bedroom.

They looked up abruptly, and before they could react, a familiar figure emerged from the bedroom, still half-asleep. It was Meng, wearing the little dinosaur pajamas they had bought for him, his hair disheveled, his eyes still a little dazed, as if he had just woken up, carrying his characteristic laziness and naturalness.

Mitsuko and Jet froze, as if they couldn't believe what they were seeing. They exchanged a glance, then looked at him, their eyes welling with tears of emotion. Mitsuko was the first to react, instantly jumping up from the sofa and rushing to Imu, hugging him tightly, her voice filled with excitement and disbelief: "Imu! You...you're alive! It really is you!"

My dream was jolted awake by her sudden hug. I looked at her, bewildered, then at Jett, whose eyes were brimming with tears, a confused expression on my face: "Uh... of course it was me. What's wrong? I just took a nap... why are you all...?"

Jete couldn't hold back either, laughing through her tears, gently patting his shoulder, her eyes filled with endless joy and relief: "Silly, we thought you... we thought you were gone."

It was only then that I realized that after the girl in the red shoes brought him back, he happened to be at home. At that moment, he felt a strong sense of exhaustion, and he had no other thoughts in his mind but to lie down and sleep for a while.

He ended up sleeping until now, only waking up when he heard sobbing coming from the living room.

After realizing what had happened, I smiled gently and wiped away the tears on their faces, trying to ease their worries with a lighthearted tone: "Don't worry, I won't die so easily. Even if I do, I'll win the revival match and come back quickly."

"Stop jinxing me!" Guangzi glared at him aggrievedly and poked his chest with her finger in dissatisfaction.

Just as I breathed a sigh of relief, Jete suddenly licked her lips and walked towards him with a playful look in her eyes: "I'm dreaming, since you need to rest, why don't we rest together?"

“Huh...?” I was slightly taken aback.

“What does it matter? All the enemies have been defeated, and now we can finally stop worrying about anything else.” A rare sense of relaxation gradually appeared in Jete’s eyes, and even a heart-shaped light appeared in the center of her clear pupils.

“Oh, I think so…” Photon had a look of sudden realization, then her eyes gradually took on a sly look as she slowly moved closer to Imu. “Imu, you can’t play dumb anymore.”

"Waaaaah..." I instinctively took a step back.

"Let's play a game, my dream."

I dreamt that I opened the game with two other people and started a one-versus-two solo match.

The first person to lane against Meng was Photon. It was the first time both of them were playing the game, and it took them quite a while to figure out the skills. But Meng was obviously more talented at the game. Although Photon tried her best to lane against Meng, her last-hitting skills were too poor. In the end, Meng was the first to buy a Bloodthirster and get 400 gold.

Photon continued to fight unwillingly, but after getting a kill, I Dream became more and more aggressive. Photon's defenses retreated step by step, from the first tower to the second tower, and then from the second tower to the high ground. In the end, she could only watch helplessly as I Dream destroyed the crystal. She collapsed in front of the screen with her eyes glazed over, even spilling her drink all over herself.

Jet's understanding of the game is obviously much better than Photon's. Although she has never played the game, she has secretly studied game guides and even bought the most suitable peripherals based on my dream's personal habits. When Photon and my dream were playing solo just now, she also took the opportunity to learn a lot of game knowledge.

Before I could even get any equipment, Jete got 400 gold from me. Then I lost three more kills before I finally had enough gold to buy Bloodthirster. Despite having a 0/4 score, I didn't give up. Through my relentless efforts, I finally managed to kill Jete and get my first kill.

The laning phase was incredibly intense, with both players constantly pulling and trading blows. Since both players are known for their endurance, the match went to a best-of-five series. After a long stretch, I Dream emerged victorious in the solo tournament thanks to his superior stamina.

"I am the champion!" I breathed a sigh of relief.

Chapter 295 Herbivorous Zetton

After a thrilling solo match, Photon slept soundly until the next morning, while only the two endurance players, Dream and Jet, were able to get up early after staying up all night.

After Jete finished dressing under my dream's gaze, she turned to him while tying her hair and said, "It's my turn today. I didn't bother you and Mitsuko when you went out last time."

I was slightly taken aback. I glanced at the sleeping Guangzi, tucked her in, and then jumped off the bed. I gathered all my clothes on and took Jete's hand. "We don't have anything to do this morning, let's go for a walk."

"Mmm." Jete happily took my dream's arm.

On the commercial street, the warm sunlight bathed the streets, carrying a comforting atmosphere. Amidst the bustling crowd, Meng and Jete walked side by side, their fingers gently intertwined. Today belonged to them; there were no tense battles, no life-or-death struggles, only relaxed moments with each other and the city.

The two walked side by side down the street, enjoying this leisurely yet sweet time. The dazzling array of goods in the shops on both sides of the street caught their eye. Jete would occasionally stop, drawn to the trinkets in the shop windows, while I would patiently wait for her. To celebrate their victory, almost every store was having a sale, but Jete couldn't find anything she liked.

As they walked, they came to a small jewelry shop. The window displayed many exquisite little trinkets, vibrant in color, and incredibly eye-catching. Jete's gaze unconsciously lingered on one of the delicate earrings—a simple yet chic pair of blue gemstone earrings, sparkling as if reflecting her own eyes.

"Does it look good?" Jete asked Meng after putting on the earrings, her eyes filled with anticipation, yet also a touch of shyness.

I dreamt of her gaze, a gentle smile playing on her lips. "These earrings suit you well," she said with a smile. "I'll buy them for you if you like them."

“You don’t have to do this…” Jete hesitated, but a hint of surprise and happiness flickered in her eyes. “Actually… I don’t really need to.”

"It's alright, I'm glad you like them." I smiled easily and turned to the shop assistant, "Could you please wrap up these earrings?"

Jete looked at him, a warm feeling welling up inside her, and gently pursed the corners of her lips.

Actually, she really wanted this gift because after Guangzi and Meng went shopping last time, Jete noticed that she had a bracelet on her wrist. Without even thinking, she knew that it must have been a gift from Meng.

Although it wasn't anything expensive, she really wanted my dream gift, but she felt it wouldn't be right to ask for it abruptly.

It's not that I haven't given them things before. Although he rarely has the opportunity to go out, I have a good habit of never forgetting his family when he goes out. He will bring something for each of them, maybe their favorite snacks and fruits, or maybe some fancy trinkets that they are interested in.

But the bracelet that Photon had was different; it was a gift given by her lover.

When the gift of equal value was actually placed in her hands, she couldn't help but smile.

I can't take it anymore, I'm so happy, I almost turned back into my original form, Zetton, right there in the store.

It took Jete several seconds to calm down, then she quickly dragged Meng away, leaving Meng a little puzzled: "Doesn't she like it? Why is she running away without saying a word?"

With lunchtime approaching, I suggested we go to the food street and pick up some snacks for Guangzi. Jete immediately agreed.

To be honest, Jete isn't usually a glutton, but coming out with me today made her feel unexpectedly good about her food.

My dream is a foodie to begin with, and now that he can give himself a cheat code at any time, he can digest the food in his stomach instantly, which makes him even more like a tiger among sheep.

The two went on a food spree in the streets, trying almost every stall. They chatted and laughed all the way, stopping every now and then to wipe the sauce from each other's mouths. Sometimes Jete ate too fast and got sauce on her lips, and I would gently wipe it away for her. She would then laugh and tease him, "I don't know why, but I have a particularly good appetite today. I feel like a gluttonous little kid."

"Then let me take care of you, my 'little kid,' for a day." I smiled gently, waving away the sauce on my hands, and ruffled her hair, my eyes full of affection. The two walked side by side on the street, snacks in their hands, as if they were the only people in the world.

After sampling all the snacks on the street, the two strolled home with a large bag of packed food in their hands.

Night gently enveloped the streets. I dreamt and Jete chatted about the past, their relaxed conversation punctuated by occasional laughter. As they walked, I suddenly remembered a question that had been on my mind for a long time.

“Um, Jete…” I hesitated for a moment before speaking.

"Hmm?" Jete looked up at him with a curious gaze.

"There's something I've always been curious about... it's about you guys at Jaden."

"Oh? Go ahead and ask." A mischievous glint flashed in Jete's eyes as she smiled and said, "If all else fails, I'll let you see it for yourself."

"Ahem," I coughed, and hesitated before speaking, "I've always wondered... what do creatures like Zetton eat? I mean, in their monster form."

Zetton is known as the "space dinosaur," but its design prototype is a longhorn beetle, and Zetton's appearance doesn't look like that of a carnivore; it doesn't even have a proper mouth.

I've always wanted to know whether Zetton is carnivorous or herbivorous, or whether it lives solely through photosynthesis or by absorbing energy.

Upon hearing this, Jete began to explain to Memon in a serious tone: "Back when we were still being nurtured by our father, we always drank nutrient solution in our Zetton form."

"As for the ingredients of the nutrient solution, I saw my father instruct his people to prepare it before. It was made by mixing special plant juices with nutrients."

"So, all things considered, we Jettons have always drunk plant juices, and we certainly don't eat meat; we don't have the concept of chewing."

"To sum it up, we are grass-eating animals."

After saying that, Jete suddenly winked at Memon: "Memon, I suddenly miss the food I used to eat."

"Huh?" I scratched my head: "Then I'll take you back to my hometown later and ask my father-in-law for some more nutritional supplements for you to drink?"

"No, that's not what I meant. What I meant was..."

Suddenly, Jete leaned close to my ear and gently stroked it with her tongue: "I mean, grass-fed..."

Chapter 296 Ikona: I didn't, I didn't!

"Ugh, so annoying."

Sitting in the laboratory, facing the massive mechanical structure of King Black, her brow furrowed, she held one improvement plan after another, trying to find a breakthrough to overcome the existing limitations. Her long, wavy red hair shone brightly under the light, making her appear both beautiful and mysterious, while her deep eyes were filled with resentment and anxiety.

"Why isn't it working?" she murmured, a hint of helplessness in her voice. King Black had already been enhanced to be powerful enough, but no matter how she adjusted it, she couldn't find a way to further improve its combat strength.

She stood up and walked somewhat hurriedly to the experimental table, reaching out to push aside a mountain of documents. She had tried almost every one of these solutions, but none had yielded the expected results. King Black's core system had undergone numerous optimizations; its existing architecture and combat mode were nearly perfect. Each improvement was like adding a layer of stronger armor, yet it still couldn't break through its limits.

“If this continues, we’ll only be able to pile up a limited amount of data on top of what we already have, which is meaningless.” She sighed softly, her eyes dimming, and picked up a report to begin reading it carefully.

Every time she encountered King Black, she could feel the unwavering determination and pride that belonged to the Nackleians—it was her pride, her mission. But now, facing this invisible wall, she couldn't help but doubt whether she could truly break through this seemingly perfect limitation.

"Oh dear, is this the limit for King Black? I've simulated it over 200 times, and I still can't beat that monster that I call Razor Demaga in my dream." She scratched her long red hair in frustration, and sat on the chair with her legs crossed as if she were sulking.

Suddenly, a pair of hands picked up the documents on the table, and then a familiar voice rang in Ikona's ear: "Wow, Black King's stats have already improved to this level? If Guiman were here, he'd probably be sweating buckets."

"Who?!" Ikona jumped up instinctively, her small hand instantly pulling out a ray gun from under the table and pointing it at the source of the sound. But then she relaxed: "Oh, who do we have here? It's my dream. No wonder you were able to appear in my office so quietly."

Standing opposite Eikona was none other than Meng. He was looking at Black King on Eikona's design draft with great astonishment. Thanks to the massive database he inherited from Ye Fu, he was now able to read any cosmic text.

Judging from the design drawings, Eikona has continuously improved Black King from being stronger than V1 level to the level of Razor Demaga. It should be noted that Razor Demaga is an opponent that even Renlong and the others find difficult to deal with, and his strength is at least between V2 I dreamt of Earth Power SV.

To elevate Black King to this level in just over a month, Eikona's level would be at least enough to make her a villain who fights for at least two episodes in the Ultraman series.

Oh, Knuckle was only going to appear in two episodes anyway, so it's fine.

"Why does the great hero have the leisure to stroll around here? Aren't you on Earth keeping your little guzzler company?" Eikona lazily lay back on the hover chair, her white-stockinged thighs propped up on the table.

"Oh, I'm here to deliver your invitations." I said, taking out a stack of invitations from my pocket. "I don't know where Lao Pu and the others are usually busy, but since you're an acquaintance of theirs, I'd like to trouble you to distribute them for me."

"What invitation?" Ikona took the invitation with a suspicious look, and when she looked closely, the contents of it struck her like a thunderbolt.

"No, wedding invitations?? You, you're getting married to them? Holy crap, why didn't I know?" She lost all her composure and jumped up from her chair in a panic.

"Now you know, don't you?" I scratched my head.

"That's not what I meant!" Eikona scurried around the office like a headless fly. "No, what's going on? It's only been less than a week since we defeated the evil god, how the hell have you guys progressed this fast? Damn it, I was planning to go to Earth after these last couple of days, how the hell did this happen..."

“Because it was a foregone conclusion from the beginning.” I shrugged. “Since we survived, it was just a matter of time.”

"Damn it, why are you in such a hurry? Ugh..." Eikona slumped into a chair in frustration. "Oh no, I should have known better than to be so greedy with the progress..."

"What do you mean by 'greedy progress'? What do you mean by 'finished'? I don't understand." I shook my head and turned to leave: "Remember to distribute the invitations for me. I have something to do, I'm going back now."

"Wait!!!" I felt my clothes being suddenly grabbed tightly. I turned around and saw that Aikona was holding my clothes tightly, her head slightly lowered, her face flushed red: "I.....I want to go too."

"You received a copy of the invitation."

"I didn't mean that!" Ikona's face turned as red as if she'd played the final game of a best-of-five series: "I meant... I, I also..."

Click

The sound of a camera snapping photos filled the room. Ikona turned around abruptly and found Jete standing to the side, looking at her with amusement as she put down her camera: "You've captured a very rare scene..."

"Huh? Huh? Huh???" Eikona, caught in the act by Jete, immediately felt like she'd been caught cheating. She frantically waved her hands, explaining, "No, no, it's not like that. I was just excited, I didn't, I didn't..."

Jete's appearance completely shattered her plans. If that wish couldn't be fulfilled, then it would be best to sever ties with my dream and not interfere with his life.

“Sure enough, she took the bait.” Jete slowly walked to Eikona’s side and lifted her chin: “My dream, look how easily Miss Eikona is teased. She immediately revealed all her thoughts.”

"Huh?" Eikona was completely dumbfounded. "You, you and Meng conspired together?"