Stronger with More Jobs-Chapter 468 - 238: The Cruelest Truth

"The Life Ghosts... seep through the rifts in space, finding their way into every nook and cranny... bizarre and monstrous... impossible to eliminate completely, endless in number..."

"Mankind... pouring every ounce of its strength, can only barely seal the largest of these ’gaping holes’, slowing their massive descent..."

"As for the scattered and sporadic ones... like those you have encountered... the ’fish that slipped through the net’..."

In the old man’s voice, there was a deep-seated helplessness.

"We cannot... nor do we have the power... to lay down an all-encompassing web globally... to eradicate them at the budding stage..."

"So..."

Hong Qitian’s voice suddenly dropped, carrying an almost brutal determination.

"The only option is... to drive them! Utilizing their inherent tendency towards certain space nodes... using the decoy force fields we set up and... the flesh and blood defenses..."

"Drive them... like herding sheep..."

"Drive them all... to the most desolate, coldest, remotest... yet relatively ’thinnest’ spot in the space barrier on this planet, within the Arctic Circle!"

"And then..."

"There! Erect a high wall! A great wall built with generations of blood, bones, and will... the Flesh and Blood Great Wall!"

"Seal them tightly... behind it."

"A hundred years... over a hundred years now..."

"This... is all we could do."

The truth!

The suffocatingly cruel truth!

Like a basin of icy water mixed with steel needles, it was poured harshly over Fang Qingyu’s head, piercing through his bones, freezing his blood in an instant!

So it’s like this!

So Black Pine Ridge, Qingjian City, and even the whole of Anjiang Province, the entire Federation... every ghost festival assault they experienced, every Life Ghost they slaughtered...

Were just the insignificant ’fish that slipped through the net’, occasionally leaking from the edges of that enormous ’cage’!

The real battlefield!

The silent, unimaginably tragic war concerning the survival of all human civilization!

Had long been ongoing in that eternally frigid deadland of the Arctic, for a hundred years now!

Humans are not battling the infiltrating Life Ghosts.

But are engaged in a desperate annihilation and blockade against a ’nation’ forcibly compressed in the extreme north, accumulated over a century, composed of countless horrifying Life Ghosts!

"...Boy..."

Hong Qitian’s weary voice pulled Fang Qingyu back from the overwhelming impact.

"You will know these things... eventually... every year, the special squad, after completing their ghost festival garrison mission, proving their worth and loyalty..."

"Will be sent there... to the frontlines of the Arctic Circle..."

"You now... just know this in your heart..."

The old man’s voice carried an undeniable warning.

"Don’t tell others."

"The time... has not come..."

"Knowing the truth... apart from burdening them prematurely with an unbearable weight... causing distractions during such a ghost festival meat grinder... serves no good..."

"Toot... toot... toot..."

The call was cut off.

The busy signal echoed monotonously in the deathly stillness of the Eternal Night Territory.

Fang Qingyu slowly put down his phone.

The faint glow of the screen illuminated his expressionless face.

Within the melted gold-like depths of his eyes, was a tempest forcibly suppressed, finally settling into a bottomless icy pool.

Fang Qingyu stood silently.

The thick darkness of the Eternal Night Territory enveloped him.

Isolating everything from the outside world.

Also seemingly isolating time.

In his mind, Hong Qitian’s weary and desolate words interwove and collided with the stunned "Arctic... you didn’t know?" from the Corpse Wolf Blood Kiss.

Arctic Circle... Eternal Freeze Front... Flesh and Blood Great Wall... a hundred years...

Each word weighed a thousand pounds.

So the light of human civilization was guarded silently and brutally by such a dam, to be able to continue.

And those like them, slaying sporadic Life Ghosts at the rear, were just worker ants occasionally crushing a few ants trying to burrow on the dam.

An indescribable heaviness, like a cold lead block, pressed heavily upon his heart.

This truth brought not fear, but a sense of powerlessness when faced with the vast Life Ghosts and the cruel reality, like an individual as tiny as dust.

But immediately...

An even colder, sharper thought, like a poisonous snake, shot into his mind!

The three layers of space have not yet fused...

Yet humanity already needs to give its all, paying a century of blood and tears to barely erect a dam sealing Life Ghosts in the Arctic.

Then...

If!

If those three layers of space completely meld?!

If the ’mother nest’ nurturing countless terrifying Life Ghosts, those truly horrifying beings, descend on this world like a tidal wave?

Can humanity...

Withstand it?!

This thought brought chills more piercing than the eternal ice cap of the Arctic.

Instantly freezing his bones.

Fang Qingyu could even feel the manic electric light in the palm of his right hand, which wielded Thunder, seemingly disturbed by this shock, appearing slightly disordered!

Cannot withstand it?!

This thought, like the most venomous curse, sprouted in his heart, bringing suffocating despair.

However!

The next second.

In the depths of Fang Qingyu’s melted gold-like eyes, the flame that flickered due to fright, suddenly erupted with unprecedented scorching light.

Like magma ignited in absolute darkness.

A fighting spirit and ferocity, tempered from countless life-and-death struggles, an unyielding blaze from deep inside his bones, roared into eruption as if a dormant volcano!

If we can fight, we must fight!

If we cannot fight...

We must fight even more!!!

Retreating a step, means annihilation of race and extinction.

Means the myriad lights behind turn into a purgatory.

Means the rainy night of Qingjian City, the Divine Management Bureau members’ roars and fragmentation... reenacted in every corner of the world.