The Cockroach-like Girl Is My Beast-Chapter 527 - 443: Thank You, Kaelis (Part 3)

——That is the floating island where the Zhen Sheng City Experimental School team is located.

While the program below is in full swing, someone on that floating island is experiencing unimaginable things.

Almost all Six-Star True Men find it difficult to probe what exactly is happening there, merely sensing an inexplicable will, leaking information that has started to seep out since two days ago.

Among it is the spiritual power of Lin Guang.

But...

There is also a more ominous and chaotic aura.

It belongs to the Otherworldly Catastrophe of Terra World, known as the Ore Disease, or the aura of the Source Stone.

In the eyes of several Seven-Star True Masters, the content they observe is even clearer.

It can even be said they are ready to make a move at any time.

Because if everything Lin Guang is doing now fails, someone needs to clean up after him, or interrupt what he is doing.

The sect leader of the Celestial Star Sect, True Man Wu Hai, is at this moment remotely gazing at the site of the Experimental School with his enormous head, partnered with him.

His spiritual power fluctuation flashed on the mountain peak, carrying a faint sense of nostalgia: "He has already begun to explore the origin of his existence."

"He has indeed found the opportunity and started the process of condensing true intent."

"I must say, this is already a miracle."

Zhao Feimeng’s antennae tapped gently, a regretful expression appearing in the crystalline butterfly compound eyes.

"Observing his battle and growth, it can truly only be described as astonishing talent and brilliance."

"What a pity..."

All the Seven-Star True Masters listened to their conversation and remained silent.

——The essence of so-called talent is actually quite simple.

In past worlds, civilizations, the last essence gathered together, then regathered on Blue Star to reincarnate into humans again.

That’s why holders of different talents have different instincts.

Just like the Utpala Flower seeks the ultimate fleeting beauty.

Just like the Wings of the Morning Star are indifferent to those below them.

But people’s understanding of themselves, whether it is instinct or origin, is often just superficial.

Like humans instinctively crave sugar, but too much sugar intake is harmful to the body.

Such a simple and well-known matter is difficult for countless people to balance, let alone talents, which differ for everyone?

If one wants to condense true intent, this is a hurdle that must be overcome.

To comprehend oneself.

True intent is the aggregation of past experiences, present will, and future paths, which undoubtedly means that to condense true intent, one must understand their origin to some degree.

Then, they can know.

Know what they truly want at this moment.

Know in which direction they wish to move forward in the future.

Undoubtedly, since the true men present all have true intent, they have all gone through this process.

But...

The reason Lin Guang’s actions are so dangerous, and why people think he has almost no hope of success, lies exactly in this point.

Even if we take a step back and assume Lin Guang truly found the so-called correct path for his origin, reconciled with his instincts, and moved toward the future.

Then he has even less of a chance to succeed.

Because his talent and the otherworldly catastrophe are already deeply entwined.

The term catastrophe is not inherently positive.

If Lin Guang’s will and the will within the Source Stone reach a unity, then he cannot possibly condense a normal true intent accepted by humans in this world.

Just like Lin Xian’er, who was personally killed by Rote, the holder of the golden talent Eight Divisions of Celestial Beings, whose origin desired to enslave everything to nourish oneself.

If he indeed condenses true intent through such means, he will only become a carrier, a transmitter of catastrophe.

No matter how much he looks human on the outside, how well disguised he is, his heart has already become completely foreign.

That is the most terrifying thing.

No true man present can allow him to continue operating.

The kindest approach would be to seal him up.

But if Lin Guang’s human will always fights against the will of the catastrophe, then he is essentially in a constant state of inner conflict.

The otherworldly catastrophe is able to cross worlds and, despite the rejection from Blue Star, maintains such tenacious life force, whose will cannot be destroyed even amid shifts in worldviews.

Under such inner conflict, wanting to completely reverse, tame, and condense true intent... is too unrealistic.

Bear in mind that even those legendary figures who have tamed otherworldly catastrophes alone almost never faced such absolute desperation at such a young age.

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Lin Guang opened his eyes from the chaos.

The bright sunlight streamed in through the window, illuminating the floating dust in the air.

——It’s the familiar ceiling.

He sat up slowly from his bed, seeing the soft bed with a blue sheet laid over it.

It was his bedroom.

The beige wall tones, the familiar chandelier.

The computer screen was still on, with a certain game page that automatically updated last night.

He casually picked up his phone from the bedside to check the time.

Sunday morning, half past ten.

And at this moment, the memory in his mind flowed out as if unsealed.

Lin Guang.

years old.

A mid-level technical supervisor at a certain company.

For wake-up time, it seemed a bit too late.

But today is a rest day, so it doesn’t matter.

Lin Guang didn’t speak, just stood up from the bed, stretched, and his body made crackling noises.

Today is a beautiful day.

The weather is nice, and it’s a rest day, maybe he should go out.

With this thought.

Lin Guang got out of bed.

However, at this moment, he suddenly glanced at the screen on the computer.

——The new version of Spirit Battle Chronicles has been fully updated.

Lin Guang was stunned for a moment, then suddenly smiled.

So that’s it.

And the next moment, he seemed to awaken, glancing around his surroundings.

The black hood, the crown, the Ten Rings in his hand... all suddenly returned to Lin Guang’s body.

"...Have I already reverted this time to here?"

He shook his head calmly.

In the next instant, the entire world paused.

This familiar room, familiar space, scenery outside the window... everything froze.

Lin Guang lifted his hand and waved.

Then everything started to crack and shattered into fragments like fleeting shadows.

Next, the world began to reorganize.

An endless complex flow of information converged and arranged.

Then the scene returned once more—

This is the interior of the Heart of Terra.

Lin Guang now stood in a certain place.

Under a sky as dark as pitch.

Above an endless golden ocean.

At the top of the unbelievably tall tower named the Tower of Babel.

The closest place to the sky in the Inner Universe.

And at this moment, a white, perfectly shaped rhombus, now looked like an eye gazing at Lin Guang from above the sky.

Though from a high vantage point.

But that eye contained no condescension, almost devoid of any noticeable negative emotions.

It...

Or she, simply looked quietly at Lin Guang.

And within that gaze.

That inexplicable tranquility, stagnation, warmth, and peace arose in Lin Guang’s heart once again.

Lin Guang raised his head, looked at the rhombus-shaped apparition, and spoke calmly.

"It seems my life, my memory, holds no secrets from your eyes."

"Presis."