Endgame 03

His tone made the man gnash his teeth: "You ant, don't push it! Even if you destroy the machines, for me, repairing them is only a matter of time. As long as I have enough time, I'll still have more systems, more transmigrators!"

Fang Zhiyi fell silent. Little Hei fell silent too.

They knew this was the truth.

"Ants, I'll give you one last chance—beg for mercy. You can't threaten me." The man's tone was dripping with contempt.

"Little Hei!" Fang Zhiyi called out after hesitating for a moment.

"Yeah."

The man stood still, arms spread wide, waiting to hear Fang Zhiyi's pleas.

But then—

"Little Hei, I'll say a line, you say it after me, broadcast to everyone!"

Little Hei was stunned for a second, but quickly caught on, having been partners with Fang Zhiyi for so long.

"Broadcast to everyone!"

The man stared at him in shock.

In another world, a hero wielding a holy sword looked at everything before him, his gaze somewhat wistful. Listening to the moral blackmail from his guiding spirit beside him, he paid it no mind.

Suddenly, a mechanical voice came through the system at his ear.

"Global announcement!"

"Warning, warning. To all transmigrators: your homeworld coordinates have been permanently lost."

"What does that mean? Didn't they say I could go home?" The hero panicked.

But the system seemed to lag, pausing for a long moment.

"Coordinates permanently lost. Coordinates permanently lost. To compensate all transmigrators, the Quick-Transmigration Bureau hereby awards the title—"

"Stray Dog."

"You will all carry this title and remain permanently stranded in your transmigrated worlds. Announcement complete!"

The hero's pupils contracted sharply. He looked at the system beside him and noticed it was emanating faint black smoke, as if about to explode. An extremely thin black thread descended from the sky, connecting to the system. The hero looked up at the heavens, and at last, he saw it—a tiny hole in the sky.

Back on Fang Zhiyi's side, the man who called himself a god stumbled back a few steps in panic: "You madman! What the hell are you doing!"

"What am I doing? From the moment you sent people to meddle with my world, wasn't the ending already decided?" Fang Zhiyi struggled to sit up. "And hey, you punch pretty hard. Must have been to a lot of worlds before, huh?"

"You—" The man suddenly felt something. Not just him—the black monster also opened all its eyes and looked up at the sky.

That was the gaze of many murderous intent, piercing through countless world passageways, directly aimed at this place.

"I can't kill you, but someone can, right? You fake god." Fang Zhiyi gave up trying to stand and just lay back down on the ground. "Those are thousands upon thousands of worlds..."

"Bastard! What have you done!" The man's words were cut off.

A passageway suddenly burst with a boom, drawing the man's attention. He looked up and saw one of the passageways being slammed open from the outside. Then a figure in white robes landed, a sword gleaming coldly in his hand.

One sound after another followed—several passageways opened, and figures emerged.

A winged demon king, a mage in flamboyant robes, a cultivator with an icy stare, even a half-human-half-ghost monstrosity—one after another, they came through the black threads and arrived here.

"Ants! You ants, what do you think you're doing!"

To Fang Zhiyi's exasperation, even at this moment, the man still didn't see the situation for what it was.

"Attack! Kill these ants!" The man gave orders to the black monster. The creature roared instantly and lunged at the sword-bearing man.

"Stray Dog... is it?" The sword-bearing man's voice was cold, his killing intent thickening.

"They said I'd go home once I unified the world. And I waited a thousand years." The demon king's fiery blade suddenly burst into flames. "And then you tell me my homeworld coordinates are lost?"

"My mom was still waiting for me to come home for dinner. Do you know how many times I've imagined that scene?"

"And you call me an ant? Interesting."

"Devour them!" The man screamed in madness.

The transmigrators from different worlds quickly reached a consensus.

"So you're the bastard pulling the strings behind all of this... Perfect. I hate being ordered around anyway. This crappy system is yours too, is it?"

"I was about to propose to my girlfriend, and you dragged me into transmigration. Do you know how I've spent these years?"

"Get him!"

What shocked the man was that the monster's attacks were gradually weakening. He realized something and looked up again at the densely packed passageways.

Now, people were constantly poking their heads out of the passageways and diving into the battle.

The once-rampant monster finally met its match. This time, it faced hundreds of top-tier transmigrators from various great worlds, some of whom had even managed to reverse-control the systems.

Various lights and attacks exploded across the monster's body. In just a few breaths, it let out a miserable howl—it was wounded.

Even an existence like that could be hurt.

The man still kept shouting: "Stop! All of you, stop! I am a god! I am the god who gave you everything! Without me, you were all still worthless nobodies in your own worlds—worthless!"

"Who needed you to transmigrate me?" An axe flew past the man's cheek. "My daughter was just born! You bastard!"

"Come on, come on, come and explain to me what 'homeworld coordinates permanently lost' means!"

A massive interstellar spaceship suddenly appeared in the sky, and a pitch-black laser cannon barrel extended out.

"So you finally showed your face, huh?"

Fang Zhiyi closed his eyes. That was about enough. He couldn't beat that lunatic head-on, but at least this could end in mutual destruction, right?

And honestly, he was tired.

The multicolored attacks came flying in, covering Fang Zhiyi as well.

"Tch..." Fang Zhiyi let out a long breath and slowly closed his eyes.

He probably wasn't going back now. But at least he wouldn't die shamefully, right?

But the next moment, a hand slapped him in the face.

Fang Zhiyi opened his eyes and saw a pretty girl. He didn't recognize her, but he had already been dragged out of the center of the battlefield.

The girl looked down at him for a long moment, then suddenly smiled: "So it really is you. What, playing dead on the ground?"

Fang Zhiyi froze for a second: "You are..."

"Hmph, you heartless fool. We've met at least once..." The girl reached out to stroke the system floating beside her, which curled up obediently like a puppy. "If I hadn't wanted to see what you were up to, I'd have crushed that black blob following you ages ago."

Fang Zhiyi remembered now—he had encountered her in one world, though she didn't look like this back then. She was an incredibly powerful transmigrator. He hadn't expected her to show up here too.