Chapter 131 The End of the Line

This time, the teleportation point was no longer a chaotic mess of pixels, but a neatly organized cube that was incongruous with the surrounding out-of-control scenery.

Upon seeing that object, Feng Bujue immediately stopped and said to the two beside him, "Any further...and we may have to face the core of the Bita directly." He paused. "I'd like to double-check..." His gaze swept across Isaac's and Lightning Head's faces. "Do you really want to go in?"

"What do you mean by that?" Isaac asked.

"I mean...if you agree, I can try to send you back to your original dimensions right now," Feng Bujue said. "Although it may not succeed, but...if it does, you won't have to risk facing what's next with me."

"You want us to back down at the last minute?" Lightning Head responded coldly.

"No," Feng Bujue said. "I just want to avoid unnecessary sacrifices." His expression was solemn as he replied, "Once I engage the core of the Bita in close combat, I'll have full confidence that I can eliminate it single-handedly, so...even if you don't come..."

"Mr. Feng," Isaac interrupted him. "I'd like to remind you that this is no longer a mission." Determination was revealed in his eyes. "I...we...all have a debt to settle with the Bita."

Lightning Head also said, "Yeah, I don't plan on being transferred somewhere else, sitting and waiting for someone else to end the war."

Feng Bujue listened to their answers and looked at their expressions, sighing helplessly, "Alas...okay."

Now that things had come to this, Brother Jue knew that further persuasion would be futile...

Of course, he could forcibly activate *The Autobiography of Chuck Norris* and try to send the two of them away.

But...he wouldn't do that.

Perhaps the Feng Bujue of the past would have done that, just like he tried to break the seal on Ruoyu...

But the current him would no longer do such a thing.

If Feng Bujue had learned anything from his relationship with Ruoyu, it was that...

One must learn to respect those who deserve respect and respect their choices; even if you believe you have a better idea than them, even if what they are doing seems futile or even self-destructive in your eyes, do not impose your will or actions upon them...because, many times, those people are not unaware of the consequences, they are simply unwilling to make certain compromises and are prepared to bear the consequences.

At this moment, Feng Bujue chose to respect Isaac and Lightning Head's decision. He said nothing more, just exchanged glances with the two of them, and stepped into the cube ahead.

...

After a flash of light and shadow, the scenery before the three of them changed again.

Everything around them changed from extreme chaos to an orderly state.

In the void darkness, blue-green rays of light neatly intersected, extending into a boundless space.

At first glance, this space seemed empty, but...

"You're just in time," a voice rang out.

The three of them looked in the direction of the voice and saw a module composed of light slowly separating, from which a figure emerged.

"Not a second off from the time predicted by the Bita..." The speaker was none other than One-Eyed Dragon.

"You're not dead..." When Lightning Head saw him, she squeezed out this sentence from between her teeth.

That sentence didn't sound like a question at all, because...it felt like she was holding back half a sentence: "...then I'll kill you."

"Of course I'm not dead," One-Eyed Dragon said as he approached the three of them. "Speaking of which...I have to thank you, Savior." He looked at Brother Jue and said with a non-smiling expression, "Because of you, I'm now part of the Bita's 'defense system' and have gained eternal life." He opened his arms and laughed, "Heh...when you guys have turned to dust in history, I will become immortal along with the Bita!"

Bang—

Before he could finish the word "immortal," Lightning Head had already picked up the rifle in her hand and unhesitatingly fired a shot at the guy's chest.

Instantly, a scorched hole appeared in One-Eyed Dragon's chest.

But...

"Hmph...how foolish," One-Eyed Dragon still said with a smile, as if nothing had happened, and...

Shhh—

With a flick of his arm, a laser beam blasted out from his palm.

The lightning flashed and struck Lightning Head's face.

This attack came very suddenly. Isaac didn't react at all, and Feng Bujue...although he reacted instinctively, he could only dodge himself at this distance when facing a laser weapon attack. Trying to block the attack flying towards another person...there wasn't enough time without the aid of skills.

"No!" Isaac let out a heart-wrenching roar as Lightning Head fell backward.

Without warning, without last words.

Lightning Head suddenly fell to the ground, never to rise again...

The shot just now had blown away a third of her head; the left half of her face had been burned away, and half of her skull and the brain tissue inside had been vaporized; a mass of charred paste sealed her brain and blood, preventing the red and white matter from flowing out...

Although her legs were still twitching, her life...had come to an end.

"You bastard!" In the next second, Isaac picked up the machine gun in his hand and started firing wildly at One-Eyed Dragon, roaring constantly as he fired, as if to vent the anger in his heart.

Ding ding pang pang pang pang...

However, when those bullets rained down on One-Eyed Dragon's body, they only produced a series of sounds of hitting metal.

Moreover, One-Eyed Dragon remained unchanged under this barrage, standing in the distance with a grinning face, not retreating a single step.

Soon, Isaac had run out of ammunition (he draped a whole string of machine gun bullets over his shoulder), and in the air...echoed the sound of the machine gun still turning and his heavy breathing.

"See, that's your problem," One-Eyed Dragon was still standing there, even though his body was riddled with holes, he still didn't change his expression. "The game made you lose your minds...ridiculous ideals brought meaningless death, and meaningless death triggered your useless anger...and anger made you ignore the fact that you couldn't defeat me."

As he said that, One-Eyed Dragon raised one hand and uncovered the eye patch on his face.

Under the eye patch was naturally not a blind eye, but...a mechanical eye that was emitting a red light.

"Ah—" Isaac ignored the other party. He had just taken a breath and let out a wild cry, throwing away the machine gun and rushing straight towards One-Eyed Dragon.

The black strongman's explosive power was truly amazing. In the blink of an eye, he had approached his opponent and tackled One-Eyed Dragon to the ground with a standard grappling move.

"What do you think you're doing?" One-Eyed Dragon, who was pinned to the ground by the other party, remained calm as ever.

Pang pang pang—

Isaac's fist then struck, he wielded his arms and heavily pounded One-Eyed Dragon's face.

But the result...was that Isaac's own hands became bloody and mangled.

"As expected, you guys have all gone mad." At this time, the skin on One-Eyed Dragon's face had been beaten off, and the metal skeleton beneath his skin was exposed. "Can't you see that I'm no longer flesh and blood?" As he spoke, he suddenly struck out, accurately seizing Isaac's arms with his hands. The huge difference in strength made the latter's arms unable to move. "In the real dimension, you are stronger than me...but here, after being modified by the Bita, you are definitely not my opponent..."

Bang—

Another muffled sound, Isaac gave One-Eyed Dragon's nose a solid headbutt with his forehead.

"You..." One-Eyed Dragon was enraged, and he wanted to use the laser cannons on his hands to burn Isaac's arms into a paste.

Just then...

Feng Bujue's figure suddenly flashed into One-Eyed Dragon's line of sight. A second later, accompanied by a "clank" sound...One-Eyed Dragon's neck was severed by a military shovel.

"Looks like..." Brother Jue picked up One-Eyed Dragon's head, held it in front of his eyes and said, "You're nothing special after all."

Squeak—

Fast as lightning!

Before Feng Bujue's voice faded away, the red mechanical eye of One-Eyed Dragon shot out a beam of light, directly blasting towards Brother Jue's face.

But...Brother Jue simply tilted his head and easily dodged it.

"How is that possible?" Seeing this, One-Eyed Dragon couldn't help but be surprised.

"There's nothing to be surprised about, you've already used a laser once with your hand. It won't work to use an attack of the same speed against me," Feng Bujue calmly replied.

Indeed, for Brother Jue, who possessed zero-time difference calculation, this level of attack...would be almost impossible to hit the second time it appeared.

"Hmph...good, a good Savior," One-Eyed Dragon sneered, "But I wonder if our 'legendary hero' is as powerful as you?"

At this moment, Feng Bujue sensed something and thought to himself, "Crap."

"Careful!" He immediately turned his head and shouted at Isaac, who was two meters away.

Unfortunately...it was too late.

Boom—

After a burst of sound, One-Eyed Dragon's headless body exploded.

Isaac had just broken free from the clamp of those mechanical arms and had no time or room to escape. Even if the power of the explosion was not great, it would be enough to cause fatal damage to him...

"Tch..." Brother Jue, who was also injured by the aftermath of the explosion, spat inwardly and threw One-Eyed Dragon's head away with a flick of his hand.

Then, he stabilized himself, passed through the undissipated firelight, and quickly rushed to Isaac's side.

However, Isaac, who appeared in Brother Jue's sight, was already on his last breath; his whole body was covered with hideous wounds. Even if Brother Jue was a medical specialization player, he would probably be helpless in the face of such injuries.

"Don't move, I'll teleport you back to another dimension right away. Maybe you'll recover after the dimension transfer..." Feng Bujue knelt beside Isaac, and while speaking, he had already taken out the book from his bag.

"No..." Unexpectedly, Isaac stopped him in a very calm tone, "Please don't do that, Mr. Feng."

"Why?" Feng Bujue immediately asked.

"Heh..." At this moment, Isaac, who had never smiled, actually smiled. Although his face had been burned beyond recognition, his eyes were still telling something. "Mr. Feng, there's something I've never told anyone before..." He said with a smile, "If this gets out, I think many people in the resistance army would be shocked..." He paused, and then said, "Actually, before the war broke out, I was a math teacher in an elementary school...If I hadn't awakened as a Zhiyue Zhe (Knowledge Leaper), I don't think I would have ever realized that I had the talent to be a soldier."

Just like the big bearded man before his death, Isaac didn't feel any pain at this moment. Even though his body was already falling apart, he could still speak normally.

"In the past, I always felt that my life was terrible, because I was different from the people around me...I would think and question this world." Isaac's words continued, "Looking at those children who were not even ten years old but already lifeless; and their parents who were like walking corpses, whose words and deeds and thoughts were extremely similar...All I could feel was despair for the entire society and its future...

"Physical imprisonment is not terrible, what's terrible is ideological captivity...

"Ai provided us with a comfortable and simple life, but took away other things that were more important to human beings...

"I...understand all of this.

"But...I'm no different from others; I accepted that kind of life, accepted that despair.

"Even after I awakened, I didn't try to resist...because I'm a weak person, a coward...

"The real reason I joined the resistance army was—my identity as a Zhiyue Zhe (Knowledge Leaper) was discovered by the Bita army. If I didn't escape, what awaited me was likely death or transformation.

"I'm not a hero, a legend...I'm just a man seeking relief in war, a man without the courage to face the future.

"So...please let me die here, Mr. Feng. This is...the best ending for me."

When the other party was halfway through his words, Feng Bujue's movements had stopped. After Isaac finished speaking, Brother Jue was silent for several seconds, and then said, "Okay, I'll grant your wish."

Hearing this, Isaac nodded in relief: "Mr. Feng, can I make one last request?"

"Say it," Feng Bujue replied, already standing up and putting the book back into his bag.

"If you are really the Savior..." Isaac's voice was already somewhat choked up, "Please return the game...to this world, return it to those of us who don't have the courage to change anything..."

"Don't worry," Feng Bujue said as he stepped away, walking towards the head in the distance, "Even if I'm not the Savior, I'll still do this..."