Wu Tong then turned to the others.
"What about you? Any plans for where to go?"
"I'll handle it myself. No need for you to send me."
Kamen Rider Decade casually summoned a Dimensional Curtain, holding a pink camera as he left the rooftop.
"Wu Tong, could you send me to Europe?"
"Then I'll head to North America."
"I'm going to Africa."
"Let's go together."
"No, I plan to go to South America."
"We're off to Australia."
In the blink of an eye, everyone had scattered.
After all, the reason they came to this world was to gather resources. Staying in one place wouldn't yield much.
In the end, aside from the Astral Express crew, the sightseer He Xi, the troublemaker Xiao Shi, Kanma, Gabriel, and the underpowered Spirit Revival team, everyone else had left.
"Wu Tong, aren't you going to make a move?"
Gu Ruoli asked curiously, noticing Wu Tong's lack of action.
"I don't need to. What I want isn't something others are after, and there's no rush. I can take it when we leave."
Wu Tong shrugged nonchalantly. The Douluo Continent had plenty of ordinary things, but what he wanted was only two things:
The world itself and its souls.
Neither the entire world nor its seven billion souls were contested by anyone else.
Well… maybe Rimuru needed some souls too, but that small amount was inconsequential.
Given that, there was no need to hurry. He could take his time and enjoy the apocalyptic scenery—a novel experience.
"Something others don't need, but you do?"
Gu Ruoli tilted her head, a question mark practically floating above her as she stared at Wu Tong.
Wu Tong didn't elaborate. Instead, he waved his hand and summoned Nether Soul.
A flash of purple light later, a petite figure appeared beside him—a two-headed, tall (a chibi-style proportion where the body is as tall as the head) little loli clad in a dark purple, ancient-style dress, her expression cool and detached.
She hovered silently in the air, awaiting Wu Tong's command.
"Wow! Such an adorable little loli, and in chibi form too! Wu Tong, you've got taste—playing 2D within 2D. Truly my best friend! Come here, let big sister hug you!"
"I wanna hug her too! She's so cute!"
At first glance, everyone was smitten by Nether Soul's charm. Tiny, soft, and utterly emotionless…
Gu Ruoli and March 7th couldn't resist lunging for a hug.
But before their hands could reach her, Nether Soul deftly twisted away, evading their grasp.
Rebuffed, the two pouted in disappointment.
Nether Soul ignored them, her expectant gaze fixed on Wu Tong.
Receiving her silent plea, Wu Tong nodded. "Go ahead."
With his permission, Nether Soul no longer suppressed her instincts. A small banner materialized in her hands, and she began to wave it.
As she did, countless tormented souls of the recently deceased below manifested, shrouded in faint black mist, and began streaming toward her banner.
The others watched in shock as transparent spirits wreathed in dark energy poured into the tiny banner.
"Cool." Stelle's eyes sparkled as she stared at Wu Tong, her expression screaming, "I want one!"
"Eek!!!! Ghosts!!!!!"
March 7th shrieked, her body contorting into an abstract masterpiece reminiscent of The Scream.
The rest reacted differently—Welt Yang deep in thought, He Xi intrigued, Gabriel disgusted, Kanma indifferent…
But Gu Ruoli was the most stunned, her eyes nearly popping out of her head.
"Holy crap! Is that… a Banner of Ten Thousand Souls? Wu Tong, you're serious?"
Gu Ruoli never imagined her offhand remark would lead to Wu Tong actually crafting such a thing.
Were cheat-equipped transmigrators this broken? Why wasn't she the OP?
"Not quite. You're mistaken, Group Leader. This is the Banner of the Human Sovereign. Observe the auspicious purple aura from the east."
"..."
Since when did "auspicious purple" verge on black?
Those unfamiliar with the meme were speechless.
Those who knew it nodded solemnly—this was the genuine article.
"Also, you made another mistake, Group Leader. The banner in Nether Soul's hands is just a manifestation of her power. She herself is the Banner of the Human Sovereign—its spirit."
Wu Tong wagged a finger, correcting her.
"Wait, what?!" ×N
Not just Gu Ruoli—everyone gasped in shock, even He Xi, the seasoned Skybase King, turning her gaze their way.
Seriously?
This adorable loli was the spirit of such a brutal artifact?
The dissonance was staggering.
Swish—
The sound of splitting air rang out.
With a swing of her wooden sword, Saeko Busujima cut down a snarling zombie charging at her. She glanced at the horde spreading in the distance.
Amid the exhilaration of unrestrained slaughter, a thread of unease crept in.
After prolonged combat, her stamina was draining fast. Fighting the tide head-on was far from wise.
Though these zombies weren't strong, their numbers were overwhelming.
Alone, she stood no chance—let alone with a certain clumsy school nurse in tow.
She sighed, casting a sidelong glance at the airheaded woman behind her.
"Shizuka-sensei, stay close. We're heading upstairs to shake them off."
With that, Saeko gripped her bokuto and strode toward the staircase.
"W-Wait for me, Saeko-chan!"
Shizuka Marikawa hurried after her. She might be ditzy, but she wasn't stupid. Now wasn't the time to dawdle.
Step by step, the two ascended, soon leaving the horde behind.
"Wait… what's this?"
Saeko frowned as black mist seeped from the corpse of the zombie she'd just slain.
The aura felt… ominous.
She tightened her grip on the bokuto, tense as the mist coalesced.
Moments later, it surged upward, carrying a faint, ghostly figure toward the rooftop.
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