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Chapter 86: Remnant Soul_l

Chapter 86: Chapter 86: Remnant Soul_l

“May 8,136.

After coming back, the director doesn’t like to talk anymore.

He didn’t turn into an Octopus-head, but he’s very sluggish.

I knew it, the director isn’t so easy to kill, after all, he often told me, ‘I will absolutely not die before saving the world.’

Although he’s not young, the director is still pretty childish, huh.

Love it to death!

I asked the director how he survived the fungal colony outbreak, no answer. I asked why he got so much smaller when he came back, still no answer.

Forget it, if he won’t talk, that’s fine. It’s good enough that he came back.”

“May 11,136.

The director still doesn’t talk, doesn’t eat, doesn t sleep.

He just sits under the table lamp all day, spacing out, occasionally only drinks

water.

Who would have thought that the experiment failure hit the director so hard,

but it’s fine, I will comfort you well.”

“May 17,136.

The lab issued an emergency notice: If you discover your deceased colleagues have returned, you must immediately report it, and you can’t hide it.

I went over the notice carefully, it didn’t specify the reason, but it’s definitely

not about the director.

Because the director didn’t die at that time, did he?

He wasn’t dead.”

“May 20,136.

The director began to show signs of collapse.

I tried to feed him some Chlorella nutrient solution, but it was useless.

Switched to a fungal colony culture solution, and it worked.

But even so, his body started to deteriorate, the skin on the surface began to crack, large patches of skin fell off, exposing the fungal colonies underneath.

But as long as you rehydrate in time, there’s no problem

So, there’s no problem.

We will be fine.”

“June 1,136.

Today, our motor malfunctioned, and the lost parts can only be found on the ground.

We have no choice but to take a risk and explore the surface.

The ground is no longer suitable for living.

The snow has long stopped, but the Octopus-heads have all disappeared, and numerous caves leading straight to the bottom have appeared on the surface. Those Octopus-heads have all stepped into Earth s Heart.

The surroundings are all occupied by fungal colonies. These terrifying organisms have consumed all the nutrients of our planet.

The air is also filled with a faint presence of fungal colonies, the sky has turned black, blocking out all light from the stars.

They even don’t spare the sunlight!

If we don’t take action, extinction will be our only end.

Sad to say, we don’t even know who our enemy is.

The snow appeared out of nowhere, descending regardless of our will, turning our world into a mess!

To hell with it!

Just destroy it already, hurry up!”

“June 10,136.

The research institute is almost devoid of activity.

The last exploration shocked everyone too deeply.

Despair pervades the institute, even the head of the institute can’t stand the psychological pressure brought by doomsday, locking himself in his room, refusing to come out.

I don’t care anymore.

After all, I have the director.

The director is right there, silent, without any expression. Every time I help him wash, it’s like taking care of a puppet, no reaction at all.”

But the director is here.

That was enough.”

“July 1st, 136 years.

Today is the director’s birthday. We ate a non-existent cake together, blew out non-existent candles, and then made a wish together.

It was at this moment that the director woke up.

Suddenly clutching me, the director let out a wind-like voice from his throat

and kept blowing on me.

I understood what he meant and held him tight. The colony spread between us, letting me hear the voice of the soul.

The director told me a lot of things.

When the outbreak occurred, the director had already died once. After death, his soul was dragged into the colony where he witnessed that terrifying entity and understood the truth about the snow.

The snow was the remnant of some indescribable entity, which was killed by an even more indescribable entity and then saved by yet another indescribable entity.

The leftover body had its life and death inverted. Those snowflakes were one of its lingering souls, and our world was the seedbed for its resurrection.

Everything we have, from the world to the soul, would serve as nourishment for it to repair its lingering soul.

Fortunately, other indescribable entities were handling these beings, but they were also about to leave, and we didn’t have much time left.

We must transmit everything here, liberate all the souls, and send the information to those indescribable entities—they will strike at this world.

We will surely be destroyed, but at least we can die along with the instigator and there’s a slight possibility that the spark may remain.

Such things sound troublesome, and I definitely wouldn’t have bothered with it before.

But for you, I am willing to be the enemy of the world.”

The record ended here.

The content after this was not provided; everything remained unknown.

How the protagonist managed to fulfill his partner’s wish, whether he succeeded in the end, and what actions he took…

All of this was no longer known.

Everything was just like the snow from that year, dissipated in the river of time. After reading a few more stories, Fang Cheng pretty much confirmed some things.

He was certain that he had indeed shattered the Disease Demon Lord back in the day, and it should have been impossible for the opponent to be resurrected. However, someone tried to resurrect the Disease Demon Lord by scattering its lingering soul here, which was the origin of the snow.

That person’s strength must be considerable, and the Immortal from a thousand years ago was probably avoiding this entity, later fleeing to the Mirror Universe and not daring to appear.

Fang Cheng only felt respect for the mortal who thwarted the Disease Demon Lord’s resurrection plan.

With a mortal body, they destroyed the Demon Lord’ s plan for resurrection.

Even if the opponent was a dead Demon Lord and despite assistance from other immortals, it was an incredible feat.

Of course, Lin was not the only one resisting.

A group of people, whether for their lovers, for their relatives, or for those young children, stood up and struggled against the invincible enemy.

A large number of mortals did everything they could as the apocalypse approached, and with the help of the deceased, they continuously worked hard and ultimately managed to slow down the pace of the Disease Demon Lord’s resurgence.

Nodding gently, Fang Cheng quietly waited.

Something was coming.

After three days of processing, the players had sorted out only a small portion of the erroneous data, but this small portion was enough to cause some aberrations.

While the players were dealing with bugs, some of the hidden bugs began to gather.

These problems, like a virus, slowly came together and formed a strange silhouette.

This silhouette was quite thin, looking as if it were just a piece of paper, slowly peeling itself away from the records of the past.

Finally, with a jolt, the existence that was only in past images escaped from the past. The paper-thin form swiftly expanded and eventually took the shape of a figure familiar to Fang Cheng.

It was the lingering soul of the Disease Demon Lord.

Every Demon Lord is proficient in earth, fire, water, wind, and Great Divine Power, including past and future. If not properly dealt with, even a single shadow could potentially lead to its resurrection.

He had already made many preparations before, although he was interrupted midway, the remaining preparations were enough to support him in completing the last step.

The protagonist of “Hero” transmitted the coordinates of this place, attracting a strike from other Immortals. The entire planet’s colony consequently perished, but a shadow of the Disease Demon Lord was still etched in the planet’s original records, disrupting the original records and surviving in the form of a virus.

Now, the images in the recorder had been repaired, and the shadow from the past appeared again, allowing the Demon to resurrect once more.

However, the resurrected Demon Lord was just a lingering soul and was noticeably sluggish.

He looked around blankly and then, following his instincts, flew towards his own body.