Wu Tong: "..."
So this is what he was trying to do?
Just a fool attempting to gamble small for big gains.
Tsk, my mistake.
I thought these people might bring us some amusement, but it seems there's nothing fun about this.
For a moment, the scene fell into silence, the air itself seeming to freeze.
One second passed.
Two seconds.
Three.
...
Just like that, the eerie silence lingered for a full minute.
The middle-aged man and his group grew uneasy as they realized the小队 leader and the others weren't revealing the secrets of supernatural power as they'd hoped. Instead, they were being stared at like idiots.
A subordinate leaned in and whispered, "Boss, something feels off. What if the people we kidnapped aren't..."
The middle-aged man's mind buzzed as the realization struck him.
Right. There's another possibility—one we've been ignoring.
What if these aren't the people being protected... but the ones doing the protecting?
We were fooled by their appearances, assuming they were the vulnerable ones.
If that's the case, then the armed team's expressions make perfect sense.
We've become clowns for their entertainment.
Stealing a glance at Wu Tong and the others, the middle-aged man searched for any sign of weakness.
He found none.
Wu Tong remained utterly unperturbed, as if this kidnapping were nothing more than a tedious farce.
Seeing the dawning comprehension in the middle-aged man's eyes, Wu Tong lost interest.
Teasing fools is fun, but this one isn't even a proper fool—just a slightly clever idiot.
Yawning, Wu Tong waved a hand. "Figured it out? Then let's wrap this up. We've wasted enough time."
With his words, the group sprang into action.
Void Sword Qi, Dragon's Breath Roars, Spirit Skill Strikes, gunfire, martial arts—countless attacks erupted in an instant.
In less than a breath, the ragtag group of several hundred was reduced to corpses staining the ground.
"Are these people insane? Daring to kidnap this immortal? They've got a death wish," Xiao Shi grumbled, still irritated.
If Wu Tong hadn't stopped her earlier for his own amusement, she would've annihilated them the moment they raised their guns.
"By the way, Wu Tong, don't you have that detection ability? Why didn't you notice them beforehand?" Gu Ruoli asked, recalling how Wu Tong had tracked down Takashi Komuro.
Everyone had guessed Wu Tong possessed some form of environmental sensing, so her question was natural.
Wu Tong chuckled. "Just a minor interlude. Life needs a little unpredictability—what's the fun if you know everything in advance?"
Of course, this was only because he was confident. In worlds where he wasn't, he'd never take such risks. He valued his life too much.
With the interlude over, the group resumed their aimless wandering.
Twelve Hours Later
Leading the now ruthlessly efficient武装小队 and the Highschool of the Dead trio, Wu Tong roamed like a gangster, hunting zombies for sport.
Suddenly, his body stiffened.
A message from the AI Core echoed in his mind:
"Master, the World Consciousness has been fully eroded. You are now this world's sovereign, free to assume control at any time."
Wu Tong's heart raced.
Finally... It's done.
Though he'd been confident in the plan, the stakes had kept him on edge. Now, with confirmation, the tension melted away.
Without hesitation, he demanded, "How do I take control?"
"Follow my guidance."
A peculiar ripple emanated from his mind. Wu Tong extended his consciousness, tracing its path as if through a tunnel. His awareness ascended infinitely, his soul transcending the world until—
He breached the boundary, emerging into the infinite void.
Before him, countless worlds shimmered like stars in the night sky, each a flickering mote in the boundless expanse.
In some, mighty figures plucked stars and shifted mountains.
In others, mortals struggled for power.
And in a few, civilizations kindled the sparks of shared survival.
...
In moments, Wu Tong understood—he stood in the endless void, the only place where such infinite wonders could be witnessed.
Yet he spared them only a glance.
Here, even the "closest" world lay separated by distances spanning universes. Though he could traverse them with portals, he had no intention to.
Wu Tong was a man of discipline. He knew his goals, his needs, and the steps to achieve them.
Now, his focus was singular.
Turning back, he fixed his gaze on the world before him.
"So this is the High School of the Dead world? It's..."
...
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