Game World: I Can Share Talents

[After that, I became the vessel of a civilization, creating a kingdom in my heart’s core.]

An unprecedented soul transformation began. Countless mortals, like raw materials awaiting processing, were stripped of their consciousness and memories, leaving only their most essential and pure souls to be extracted.

The Soul Bone Metal then guided these souls, sealing them within Wan Qi’s own.

To be precise, they were sealed within her spine and arms. The former provided Wan Qi protection, while the latter could draw upon the souls for fuel.

"We have performed the final transformation. The souls we have entrusted to you will become your shield. You will not know defeat until every one of our spirits has faded."

"Should you need them, our souls are at your disposal. Do not hesitate. They were always meant to be consumed."

So said the last group of Xuli researchers who were conducting the soul transformations.

Wan Qi had no words. She simply extended an arm covered in scarlet fissures and absorbed their tempered soul particles.

Then, the gray-haired Warrior in white took a deep breath, walked to the steps before the grand hall of the Crimson Throne, and gently sat down, gazing out at the Floating City that once housed hundreds of millions.

Everywhere she looked, there was only ruin.

In the entire Mortal World, only she remained—a single Warrior, left to continue a war that seemed to stretch into eternity.

Amidst an apocalyptic silence, Wan Qi lowered her head and began to write in her diary.

"Year 660 of the Xuli calendar, first month..."

"My love, all the soul transformations are complete... Seven hundred eighty-three million. That is the number of my kinsmen’s souls now dwelling within my very bones and blood. I will carry them to the heavens."

"The sensation of souls dwelling within my flesh and bone isn’t as unpleasant or clamorous as I’d imagined. On the contrary, I feel incomparably full and strong. With a single thought, I can burn these souls to gain a power so great it defies reason."

"I wish I could preserve every single soul... but that is impossible. The only thing I can do is ensure our people’s sacrifice was not in vain."

"My love, is it right, to carry all these expectations? I have no way of knowing. But at least, no one will bleed before my eyes again... Perhaps that’s for the best."

"The time to come will be arduous, but I hold fast to my faith in our final victory, because you promised me that future!"

"Hah, and here I am, already worrying about how we’ll enjoy the banquet of peace and joy in the future. I think the best way to start would be to cuddle by the hearth with a steaming cup of tea."

"As for what comes after... I can think about that later. I have plenty of time."

"..."

RUMBLE RUMBLE RUMBLE—

Wan Qi wrote for a long, long time, a gentle smile on her delicate, tragically beautiful face, seemingly lost in her own fantasy.

Until a great roar tore her from her reverie and back to cold reality.

Lifting her head, she saw a thick fog of Chaos shrouding the skies around the Crimson Throne. From the tumult of the roiling mists, innumerable Chaos Creatures advanced upon the Floating Fortress—or more precisely, upon the last person left in the Mortal World.

Wan Qi rose to her feet, clasped the mask over her face, and tightened her grip on her sword’s hilt, staring up at the sky swarming with Demons.

This offensive, long-brewing within the Chaos, far surpassed any wave that had come before.

In both quality and quantity, the horde had reached its apex. Not even Wan Qi was certain of victory, yet she felt not a flicker of doubt or hesitation.

This was a battle with no room for tactics—only the most visceral slaughter and destruction.

No reinforcements, no allies. She stood alone against the tide of Chaos, including the Chaos Source God.

Scarlet light spilled from the corners of Wan Qi’s eyes as she cut down Demon after Demon before her.

Regardless of their Tier or form, she treated them all alike, annihilating them with chilling ruthlessness.

But fighting alone is a far cry from leading a charge at the head of an army. Wan Qi was not yet powerful enough to simply disregard all the Chaos Creatures, and the speed of her slaughter could not keep up with the rate of their encirclement.

As Wan Qi focused on the Demons swarming around her, a pitch-black hammer struck down from the clouds, as swift as lightning.

BAM—

The massive blow slammed into Wan Qi, sending the gray-haired girl flying backward through dozens of the Crimson Throne’s skyscrapers.

The supreme Chaos Creature’s crushing attack should have been fatal, yet Wan Qi was unharmed. In her place, a shower of crumbling golden particles had absorbed the blow.

Wan Qi clearly felt innumerable souls shatter within her metallic skeleton. The gray-haired Warrior’s eyes widened, and her lips twitched.

Immediately, Wan Qi realized it was impossible for her to face a Chaos siege spanning the entire Mortal World all on her own.

’This is for tomorrow. This is for the future. A necessary sacrifice...’

As if whispering to console herself, Wan Qi gently raised her silver blade and ignited the souls held within it. The cutting edge was instantly suffused with a sanguine hue.

’One thousand... ten thousand... one hundred thousand...’

As she silently counted the burning souls, a mist began to form in her eyes. Even so, she poured the fuel into her blade without a hint of hesitation.

Only when her silent count reached three hundred thousand did she step forward and unleash a strike that tore the very heavens asunder.

KRA-THOOM—

A great thunder roared as a bloody light filled the air.

In that instant, all color drained from the world, as if time itself had stopped.