A cold, sticky sensation on his face suddenly snapped Jeming back to reality.

Instinctively, he reached out to touch it, and in his palm lay a fragment roughly the size of a fist, still squirming slightly, with a translucent gelatinous texture and a chaotic shimmer inside.

Looking at this mass resembling a high-grade Slime, Jeming’s heart uncontrollably began to beat faster.

An intense thought instantly occupied his mind—Nest!

His conceptually advanced, albeit limited by materials and technology, never achieving the desired effect, multifaceted cannon fodder unit "Nest"!

If he could comprehensively research the mechanism of the Fungus Lord—a near-perfect amalgamation of biological aggregation, evolution, adaptive defense, and regeneration—and transplant its essence into the "Nest"...

Then this ultimate creation of his, wouldn’t it truly escape its current awkward situation of being neither high nor low, and become a terrifying war machine capable of self-evolution and endless proliferation?!

Upon hearing intelligence about the Fungus Lord earlier, this idea sprouted like wild grass in his heart, but at that time, it was just a distant fantasy.

Yet now, the remnants of the Fungus Lord have fallen onto his face like a heavenly gift!

Letting this opportunity slip would be against the natural order!

Not only Jeming, but nearly all the wizards around realized the extraordinary research value of these drifting, falling Fungus Lord fragments.

With great excitement, they employed various methods, either sealing them in specially-made containers or capturing them with energy force fields, crazily collecting these remnants containing Eighth Level life secrets.

A frenzy of euphoric harvest pervaded the battlefield.

However, amidst this jubilation, Jeming suddenly felt a groundless sense of dread.

An indescribable unease coiled around his soul like a cold serpent.

This feeling... was very familiar!

The last time he felt something similar was in the Aerial Plane, when his mind was shrouded and disturbed by that bizarre white fog!

"Something’s wrong... something is wrong here!" Jeming instantly became extremely alert, sharply scanning his surroundings.

This time, it wasn’t necessarily his mind being obstructed directly, but there was definitely some problem he hadn’t yet perceived!

But... where exactly was the problem?!

He frowned deeply, frantically operating the Body Refining Technique, trying to use the technique’s own abilities to adapt to and break through the unknown force interfering with his spiritual sense.

The Light of the Soul flickered unsteadily within him, as his body’s cells quivered and adjusted at an unprecedented frequency.

But the effect was minimal.

Between him and that crucial "Spirit Light," there seemed to be an insurmountable invisible wall.

Even though the answer felt within reach, it was always just slightly elusive!

The sense of helplessness was like an ant trying to comprehend the mind of a giant.

He even forgot to store the enticing Fungus Lord fragment in his spatial witchcraft, simply furrowing his brow, standing frozen amidst the surrounding comrades enthusiastically collecting spoils, in stark contrast.

In the sky above, Dixon and Obelus carefully conducted a final check, confirming that the core consciousness of the Fungus Lord had been completely obliterated by the Ship Plane’s main cannon, finally allowing them to breathe a sigh of relief.

"The Masters of all three worlds have been executed, and the core resistance of the Triangular Plane Community has been eradicated," Obelus’s voice carried a hint of post-battle relaxation. "Next, the cleanup, assimilating the remaining populations of the Giant Spirit Realm and Mind Realm, systematically reclaiming their knowledge bases..."

As Dixon listened, he casually stored several large Fungus Lord samples, with strong energy reactions, into his spatial witchcraft.

In his mind, he received Melisande’s request, urging him and Obelus to reserve a high-quality Fungus Lord sample for her research, which they readily agreed to.

He instinctively looked down, surveying the battlefield where jubilant wizards reveled in their victory and bountiful harvest, a contented smile forming on his lips. 𝚏𝕣𝕖𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚋𝚗𝐨𝐯𝕖𝕝.𝕔𝐨𝕞

The casualties of war were undoubtedly heartbreaking, but the acquisition of knowledge and the triumph of civilization always have the power to heal wounds.

Yet, as his gaze swept over the crowd, he "accidentally" noticed the out-of-place figure—Jeming.

That face, so starkly contrasting with others’ joy, filled with confusion, vigilance, and struggle, instantly piqued Dixon’s inherent curiosity as a Destiny Mage.

"Hmm? This little one..."

Normally, a Destiny Mage wouldn’t casually explore the fate of a sentient being.

But this time, almost instinctively, he summoned the power of destiny.

An invisible thread of destiny quietly reached out towards Jeming, aiming to uncover what was causing such a promising young apprentice to act so oddly.

As he switched to fate perception in an instant...

Dixon’s smile froze on his face, replaced by an almost horrified pallor!

He clearly "saw" the value representing his own destiny trajectory plummet like an avalanche!

Not only did it fall below the safe baseline, but it also relentlessly breached the boundary of "positive numbers," rapidly sliding into the abyss of "negative values" representing misfortune and death!

No! Not just himself!

Dixon quickly spread his perception—down to the Wizard Legion, next to Obelus, even to Melisande far away in the Ship Plane!

All the wizards, including themselves as Seventh Level Wizards, had destiny lines originally lifted by victory now synchronously plummeting, enveloped by an invisible and terrifying shadow!

"Something’s wrong! We’ve been outmaneuvered!" Dixon instantly realized.

His previous "accidental" glance at Jeming, along with the subsequent curiosity, was no mere coincidence.

It was his own destiny sensing the impending catastrophe and delivering its final warning!

"What’s going on?!"

Obelus immediately noticed Dixon’s dramatically changed expression and the chaotic, terrifying aura, and his shadow-condensed body instantly assumed the highest combat stance.

"Alert! Maximum alert!!" Dixon almost shouted.

He didn’t even have time to explain the reason, the overwhelming sense of crisis made every cell in his body scream.

Out of absolute trust in the Destiny Mage’s ability, Melisande and Obelus sprang into action without hesitation!

Melisande instantly boosted the power of all the Protective Arrays of the Ship Plane to their maximum, while the reconnaissance system scanned every corner of the Triangular Plane Community and every inch of the surrounding Chaotic Void with unprecedented intensity!

Obelus’s vast Perception Power flowed like mercury, penetrating the remnants of the Giant Spirit Realm and the Mind Realm, leaving no unusual energy fluctuations or signs of life unchecked.

No findings!

The scan results showed that, apart from themselves and the crumbling residual natives, this void... was empty!

However, this "empty" result made Melisande and Obelus’s hearts sink to the bottom.

They knew too well the characteristics of a High Tier Destiny Mage—dangers that even they couldn’t detect often meant that the danger was beyond their current comprehension and response capabilities!

Without hesitation, Melisande slammed her fist on the blood-red button on the control panel representing the highest emergency state.

A hyperspace distress signal, carrying the coordinates of the Triangular Plane Community and the highest crisis code, was instantly sent across the Endless Void.

But... even with the means of higher-level assistance, it would still take time for a Higher Tier Wizard to arrive!

Dixon suppressed the dizzying feeling of fate continually declining and frantically examined the trajectory of destiny, trying to find the source of the crisis.

Suddenly, he noticed a detail he had overlooked.

Why... were the fate lines of those remaining native creatures of the Giant Spirit Realm and the Mind Realm now showing a value... of zero?!

The fate of living beings, and even the fate of a Plane itself, can be positive (flourishing) or negative (decline).

But it absolutely, absolutely cannot be zero!

Zero represents "nothing."

It signifies the absence of a fate trajectory...

The only thing that fits this characteristic is lifeless inanimate objects!

A shiver, like ice water poured over his head, jolted Dixon awake!

His thoughts just now... were very wrong!

Why had he subconsciously thought about "receiving the remaining population"?

This time, their mission was the highest level of "annihilation" task!

The aim was to completely erase all threats from the Triangular Plane Group on both physical and Soul levels, apart from valuable knowledge and technology, all other beings were on the removal list, with absolutely no possibility of taking prisoners!

Something... was silently influencing their thoughts!

Distorting their judgment!

Even he, a Seventh Level Destiny Mage, nearly fell for it!

Seeing the Wizard Legion below still in ignorance, with their fate values plummeting, and the extremely serious looks of his two colleagues beside him, a hint of determination flashed in Dixon’s eyes.

He hesitated no longer, summoning all the "luck" he had accumulated over the long years without reservation, igniting it all, and injecting it into his own perilous fate trajectory!

Buzz—!

The fate of the entire region began to shake violently.

Dixon’s fate value was forcibly pushed to an unimaginable, even illogical peak.

Under this brief, nearly "destined" strong luck, he relaxed partial control of his body, surrendering everything to the momentary "coincidence" and "inevitability."

Amidst various coincidences, his throat began to tremble uncontrollably, with vocal cords vibrating at some strange frequency.

His mouth opened and closed, laboriously uttering five vague syllables:

"Drop... the... battle... spoils..."

As the words fell, that forcefully boosted fate value plummeted like burning firewood being extinguished, even backlashing, causing him to spit out a mouthful of golden blood.

But he couldn’t care about any of that, using all his strength to clearly shout out the earlier words, his voice echoing across the surroundings:

"Everyone! Immediately discard all battle spoils! Discard everything obtained from this war!!"

Although Obelus and Melisande didn’t understand, their trust in Dixon left no room for doubt.

Through the Magic Network Terminal, the mandatory order was immediately transmitted to the mind of every Wizard, bearing an undeniable priority.

At the same time, the two Seventh Level Wizards frantically began discarding the Korg Metal remnants, Shira’s Spirit Core Fragments, and most importantly—the Fungus Lord’s tissue samples they previously collected from their spatial equipment!

The Wizard Legion was instantly in an uproar, many Wizards looking at the precious spoils in their hands with reluctance and confusion.

But under the absolute enforcement of the mandatory order, they could only grit their teeth and comply.

They hurriedly discarded the various materials they had collected and even enemy equipment seized during battles, tossing them out like hot potatoes.

Jeming felt a sudden relaxation in the tense string within him as soon as he heard the mandatory order.

Though he still couldn’t understand the exact source of the crisis, some intuition told him this was the right move!

Without hesitation, he discarded the Fungus Lord fragment in his hand, then emptied all the battle spoils from his spatial storage.

Going a step further, he even took out devices powered by Energy Crystal Stones originating from this Plane from his spatial storage and discarded them without a second thought!

For a moment, the battlefield was like a peculiar "rain of wealth," with numerous precious materials and equipment reluctantly abandoned by the Wizards, piling up like mountains.