Chapter 1575
Chapter 1575: The Intersection of Reality and the Realm of Death
[Swarm · Predatory Empire]
“Cough… Cough…”
The Broodmother opened her eyes, coughing up a mouthful of blood.
A deep bullet hole had appeared on her chest; the “heart” inside her body was shattered by that bullet, which had merely struck her mental projection.
An indescribable power emanated from the bullet hole.
“Heheh…”
She chuckled with amusement. The bullet hole healed, yet it still left behind an indelible Scar.
Even if she gouged it out and regenerated, that Scar would never disappear.
Because that was the insignia left upon her by [Justice].
It was engraved upon her soul, engraved upon her flesh, and engraved upon the sea of consciousness, waiting until the moment it was triggered.
This insignia had now fallen dormant, destined to awaken only when Ye Qiyan truly met her face to face next time!
The Broodmother raised her hand to caress her chest, right where her heart lay.
“To be able to transcend a mental projection and directly harm my true form… So this is the power of a Blasphemy Card. Regardless of Stamina or Mental Power, once used, it concentrates a mighty The End into a single point and unleashes it. A power exclusive to individuals like humans—so utterly imperfect, yet brimming with boundless desires.
Ye Qiyan, the more you resist like this, the more determined I am to turn you into my offspring.
This wound, I shall remember it!
Not just you!
All humans, everything!
Shall all become members of the Swarm!
As long as I devour a human who possesses a Blasphemy Card,
The Swarm will also be able to possess a Blasphemy Card.
No, perhaps it won’t even take until then.”
The Broodmother suddenly raised her hand.
In her grasp was a fragment—a Blasphemy Card Fragment.
“Desire, greed, ultimate imperfection, and endless progression—I possess them all as well.
Even if I am not human!
Since we are in this wilderness, who ruled that only humans can obtain a Blasphemy Card?”
Scenes of a previous battle in a certain Station World surfaced in her mind.
Earlier, because Ye Qiyan had taken that saint card, the disturbed hive mind had deviated during that battle.
As a result, a massive portion of the swarm already bogged down in the quagmire of war mutated directly into demons distinct from the Swarm and turned on one another.
Among them was even a genuine Swarm Emperor of the same rank as Mousi.
In that Station World, its Dominator had possessed terrifying might.
Only three days had passed in the wilderness, but she had stayed in that world for 3,702 years.
Over those 3,702 years, she had clashed with that entity 19,815 times.
On the final occasion, she won.
Yet she hadn’t truly won either.
Because the master of that world departed with billions of subjects, stepping into the void and vanishing without a trace.
It was precisely in that world that the Broodmother had obtained this Blasphemy Card Fragment.
“Even the injuries inflicted on me by that fellow could be healed just by eating a few bugs. Only you, Ye Qiyan…”
She pressed her hand against her heart.
“I will engrave this agony in my heart. Don’t die, my destined offspring. Emperor Sequence, and Abukado—all of you belong to me!”
Her eyes burned with desire.
——
Sielin Town.
The dome had shattered.
Ye Qiyan stood in place, quietly putting away Ebony, which had developed hairline fractures.
His gaze fell upon his personal status.
[Name: Ye Qiyan]
[Stamina: 0!! (Eternal Blood!) (Flower of Miracles!) (Miracle Locked!!)]
[Mental Power: 2900 (Witness of Truth) (Shadow of Finality)]
[Status: Extremely Genuine Exhaustion! Near death! Near death! Near death!!]
[Warning! Warning! Stamina dropped to zero! Stamina dropped to zero!!]
“Master!”
Lisette, Eve, Wall-E, and all of his companions rushed over frantically!
Red Tears emerged from the Sword of Engraved Tears as well, throwing her arms around Ye Qiyan’s body and weeping non-stop.
The demon wept, and mechanical parts wept too.
How deeply sorrowful they were.
It was as if Ye Qiyan was truly about to depart from them forever.
“Brother Qiyan!!”
Zhao Lin came running over as well.
In the sky, Lin You halted in place, his face twisted with rage.
Achuan roared furiously.
Wu Yuanshan hovered silently in midair, letting out a faint sigh.
“Get out of the way!”
Shaya wanted to transfer her accumulated maximum Stamina to Ye Qiyan, but it was impossible.
[Blasphemy] rejected all external power.
Only Monroe Gina stood in the distance, uttering not a word. She merely smiled and shook her head, making no attempt to stop the chaotic scene.
Some viewers in the livestream were elated, overjoyed that an insurmountable mountain like Ye Qiyan was about to die, while others grieved.
Yet what most people were pondering was another matter entirely.
Would he really die?
Did he possess the ability to resurrect?
Wielding so much power, did Ye Qiyan really have enough time to obtain an ability capable of bringing himself back to Life?
Resurrection, death immunity… were standard gear for many Top-Tier Train Captains, but accumulating them likewise required time.
Nobody wanted to see him die. Shaya continually unleashed various abilities trying to revive Ye Qiyan, but every drop of power directed at him was swallowed clean by the ring condensed from the three Blasphemy Cards, vanishing without a trace.
The Blasphemy Cards were rejecting external power.
To be precise, they were rejecting assistance from others on Ye Qiyan’s behalf.
Yet… if he died, could this Golden Age sweeping across the wilderness still continue?
Enraged, Shaya moved to strike at the Blasphemy Cards, but Zhao Lin grabbed her arm and stopped her.
“Brother Qiyan will definitely wake up.”
“What reason do you have to say that!?”
“No reason, I just… believe it. I am lucky… so… he will definitely wake up!”
——
[“Using this ability really is a little tiring, after all.”]
Ye Qiyan could see what was happening outside.
He understood the chaotic situation even better.
The world was completely gray and white; only the colors of Nether on his shoulder and Red Tears remained distinct to his vision.
He extended a finger, gently poking Nether on his shoulder, who was exhausted to the bone yet refused to sleep, full of worry.
He smiled.
“Actually, you didn’t need to do that, I still have a trump card left, you know~”
“Ding-ling…”
“Mm, I know you’re worried about me. Thanks, Nether.”
He didn’t speak aloud, because time and space at this moment seemed to have transitioned into another realm.
Ye Qiyan looked toward his side.
Unseen by anyone, right there,
A young girl was looking at him with a beaming smile.
“Ye Qiyan, you’re quite impressive. A growth rate like this is something I’ve never seen before. Blasphemy Cards are truly amazing as well.”
Two black starlight crosses—one upright, one inverted—flickered within the girl’s eyes.
She was Moshi.
And also [death].
“Are you here to pick me up?”
“Of course not. After all, you’re not dead. If you were truly dead, I would bring you to the Realm of Death immediately, instead of in this gap between reality and the Realm of Death where I can only temporarily trap you for such a tiny bit of time~”
Ye Qiyan grinned.
“It really is you. No wonder I hadn’t woken up yet.”
Moshi shook her head again.
“Not me. It’s you.”
“Me?”
Ye Qiyan felt puzzled.
“Yes, you’re a bit tired, aren’t you?”
“After fighting a battle like that, of course I’d be tired.”
“So you should rest for a moment. I merely provided you with a place to do so.”
Moshi leaned in close to him, their eyes nearly touching.
“Trading all of your Stamina for that single strike, and finally, using [Life] to awaken you, right?”
[Glass Sphere Containing a Wisp of the Authority of [Life]]
[The residual authority of [Life] after Its fall was divided equally among Its Apostles. When these Apostles meet death, the authority of [Life] will completely return to the wilderness.]
[However, you liberated one from a state where death was denied, allowing it to embrace death. This wisp of authority is its final relic.]
[This wisp of authority is insignificant and nothing special.]
[Ability: After Stamina reaches zero, avoid death once.]
[Note: Life is so radiant, why must it inevitably face death? I shall utterly destroy you, leaving the wilderness forever without the concept of death!
by—[Life]]
[Note 2: death is merely a world in itself. You and I were never meant to be enemies. From the moment you chose to oppose me, you were doomed to fail. But I will not continue expanding the Realm of Death, for if death were to Control the wilderness, it would only be a boring world…
by—[death]]
[Note 3: This was a debate between two True Gods regarding Life and death. The victor… did not claim the spoils of war.]
This was the item Ye Qiyan had obtained back at the Trading Star after granting Redemption and release to that Apostle of Life.
“Yes, exactly that glass sphere. You should know it even better than I do.”
Moshi smiled faintly.
“Mm, so, do you want to rest a while longer? Or wake up right now?”
[Reality]
Ye Qiyan reached out to his side.
There was no need for words, nor even a single thought in his mind.
[Supreme and Unsurpassed · Zenith World · Lisette]
the maid calmed down from her panic, took out the glass sphere containing a wisp of the authority of Life, and shattered it.
The boundary between reality and the Realm of Death shattered.
Ye Qiyan looked at Moshi.
“Just a short rest is enough. I still have many things to do.”
Moshi rested her hands behind her back, her eyes brimming with affection.
“I really do like you, Ye Qiyan. Keep moving forward, and I will do everything I can, in my identity as Moshi, to chase after you until I transcend death, until I catch up before your very eyes.”
She vanished, as if she had never been there.
“What a pity. I will run faster and farther than death; you won’t catch up to me.”
Ye Qiyan [Arrogantly] rejected death.
He opened his eyes. What met his gaze was the tear-streaked face of the maid, and Wall-E, who had rushed out of the safe Train at some point.
There was also the raven circling anxiously in the sky, the frightened Patrol, the trembling Eve…
His companions.
“Morning, Lisette. How long was I asleep?”
He asked.
The perfect, elegant maid did not wipe away her tears. Smiling through her weeping, she held up a single finger.
“Only one minute. Yet to Lisette, it felt like an eternity. Good morning, my most proud Master!”
