Monsters Are Coming

According to the normal growth trajectory, he should have become one with the masses until he found a rusty light mirror while rummaging through garbage.

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Initially, he didn’t think much of it, until an accident revealed to him the light mirror’s "decomposition" ability: it could swiftly analyze the essence, structure, weaknesses, and operational rules of things.

This ability could be used not only for combat but also for learning, creating, and repairing, making it an all-purpose support tool.

Even the incomplete cultivation methods that circulated the lower world could be repaired and optimized by the light mirror, transforming them into top-notch cultivation methods.

What astonished him even more was the presence of a thinking incomplete consciousness within the Light Realm.

His life trajectory was thus changed.

Yet, his living environment destined him to be weak, never thinking of infringing on the interests of beings from the upper two worlds.

Under the shackles of thought, he even considered submitting the light mirror to the Order Regulator.

But the world’s operational rules dictate that only a few can stand at the world’s pinnacle.

Even if you harbor no thoughts of overthrowing order in your heart, possessing power that touches upon interests can still be seen as a threat by those who stand at the peak.

Having the potential to grow towards the peak is seen as an unforgivable sin in the eyes of the Order Makers.

Danger silently approached.

At that time, he didn’t understand why, when all he wanted was to be a loyal dog to these order enforcers, they wouldn’t let him be.

After narrowly escaping countless deadly crises, he began pondering a question: Why was I born at the bottom of the world, only able to pick up the scraps left by beings of the upper two realms?

And why could I only crawl and struggle in the lower world, relentlessly crushed by the wheels of fate?

He once thought the members of the Resistance Alliance from the lower world were fools, trying to shake a giant tree like ants, utterly stupid.

His own strength became the blade that shattered the binding of his mental shackles.

With the light mirror, everything became possible.

That day, he buried his persecuted mother’s corpse and stood before the grave, looking up at the sky.

His gaze pierced through layers of clouds, reaching the vast and boundless horizon.

The sky, once unreachable and worthy of his reverence, now filled him with doubt and anger.

The sufferings and insurmountable gaps he had endured, were they merely because of his weakness?

Does this mean that as long as I hold power surpassing that of the Upper Realm, I could replace them as the makers of rules?

Countless questions surged in his mind like a tide.

Are the world rules naturally formed, or are they shackles deliberately created by strong beings of the Upper Realm to secure their position?

Thinking of the oppressed clans like his own, the faces struggling amidst suffering, an uncontrollable anger welled up within him.

A seed of rebellion was sown.

He wanted to change the world and establish a perfectly equal world in his heart.

Perhaps this process is like a moth flying into a flame, but he was willing to strive for this dream once.

After this, he joined the Resistance Alliance, declaring war on the upper two worlds.

As he aged and his knowledge base grew, he gradually realized that the origin of the light mirror was far more complicated than he thought.

By constantly feeding it resources, the light mirror’s memory partially restored during this period.

Only then did he know that the light mirror was not a divine artifact left by Upper Realm Beings but a relic from a Strong Clan of the Outer World, capable of growing by devouring energy material.

Relying on the power granted by the light mirror, he broke through the shackles of life, continually surpassing himself.

After 237 years.

Starting as a weakling from the lower world, he finally led the clansmen of the Molten Furnace World to stand at the pinnacle of the world.

Years later, he and his followers established a new world order.

However, the new order did not change the world structure.

The world remained composed of three layers: the Melting Furnace, Central Court, and Star Ring.

The difference was that the Shouxu Clan he led rose from the bottom to the top, and the former top descended to the bottom.

Only at this moment did he discover that the world’s operation is destined to have countless beings at the bottom.

The lower Molten Furnace Realm is essentially the energy pool for world operation, where short-lived lives become fuel in a polluted environment, providing energy for world operation.

This isn’t a story of a dragon slayer eventually becoming a dragon, but rather that this world’s essence necessitates a group of beings in the Molten Furnace Realm to become expendable for the world’s operation.

The structure of the Star Hill World is like an eternally cyclical ring, where no matter who stands at the pinnacle, they cannot change the fate of the bottom being fuel.

Even if the initial intention was to change, ultimately, one must adapt to the world rules, becoming part of maintaining world operation.

The will of the individual is meaningless in the face of world rules, even if they stand at the Peak, unable to reverse the world’s essence.

Just like in the natural world’s food chain, where algae must cover the entire ocean surface to support krill, and krill must fill the ocean to sustain whale survival, the Molten Furnace Realm undertakes the role of "ocean algae" as a fundamental supply, essentially paying the price for energy conversion for civilization.

Removing the bottom implies the entire food chain will collapse.

From a higher-dimensional view, the existence of such a hierarchy is not mere oppression but a mechanism for maintaining world balance.

The short-lived life of the Molten Furnace Realm, using themselves as fuel to power the entire world, seems cruel, yet it is also the cornerstone of world stability.

If one forcefully breaks this structure, it’s like removing the cornerstone of the "world," and the entire world would lead to destruction.

Those bottom beings he once viewed as symbols of suffering were, in fact, the foundation that nurtures everything.