The Creators: From Night City

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The Lazarus Group mercenaries, who were on the periphery, stubbornly survived the 'Apostles,' but were crushed like ants by the devastating kinetic energy impact, their sacrifices utterly meaningless.

But this is just the beginning.

Under the watchful eyes of the leaders of various factions, the second luminous spear pierced the atmosphere once more, illuminating the night sky like a falling meteor or a divine punishment, striking the wreckage of the Arcadia Islands once more.

The moon rock landed precisely on the island of Kronos.

The familiar roar, explosion, flames, and shockwave spread, completely destroying the island's foundation. Huge craters led directly to the seabed, causing seawater to rush in and mix with the still boiling and molten rock fragments, creating a hissing sound and sending up large plumes of white mist.

In just a few seconds, Kronos Island was completely wiped off the horizon, turning into a boiling, swirling, and debris-strewn marine wasteland.

Under the horrified gazes of numerous powerful figures—the Russian Federation, the New United States, the European Union, the Indian Federation, the Brazilian Federation, China, the Free States Union, and the Pan-African Community—the third 'light spear' continued to pierce the night and plunge into the ocean.

Then came the fourth, the fifth, the sixth...

The expressions of everyone watching this development gradually changed from fear to numbness, their minds went blank, and their thinking became completely stagnant.

Who am I? Where am I? What am I supposed to do?

Inside the European Space Agency's Strategic Defence Department hall, the world's most advanced radar and sensor arrays faithfully captured every unprecedented threat, and the alarms continued to sound shrilly. However, the person in charge suddenly rubbed his brow wearily and sighed.

"Turn it off, this thing is completely useless..."

Showing off skills, blatant showing off skills. Double-digit numbers of lunar rocks were precisely bombarded on an artificial island, without the slightest deviation, not a single one missing its target. This was undoubtedly blatant showing off skills.

Since these meteorites can obediently fall at their target point, they can naturally fall anywhere the mastermind wants them to fall.

With such frequency, density, and power, no known weapon in the world could intercept such a space-based weapon, not even a nuclear bomb.

Gazing at the latest satellite images, the European Space Agency official could only sigh wearily, but he believed that many others around the world, like him, would be unable to sleep tonight.

In fact, he guessed correctly.

The 'secretary' and the 'colonel' not only didn't sleep, but were also very glad that they hadn't left Night City.

They were woken up from their warm beds in the middle of the night, filled with resentment as if they were about to die from exhaustion, and quickly got ready to head to the Gum Pik Building.

Regarding the cooperation on the space orbital elevator, they were urged by their hometown to secure it as soon as possible.

The effect of showing off muscles is that obvious.

The Great Wall sedan drove along the long street, while the Ganbi Building was brightly lit.

The elevator that went straight to the top floor was fast and smooth, but the two of them were in turmoil.

Fortunately, the two finally met the owner of [Anti-Entropy] in the penthouse suite on the top floor of the Azure Building.

The evening breeze blew into the wide-open transparent window, ruffling Jiang Bing's clothes.

The tea was already brewed; it was obvious that Jiang Bing had known they would come all along.

“Mr. Sabur, what a generous gesture you’ve made,” the colonel praised upon meeting him.

“After dawn, [Anti-Entropy] will announce that it is responsible for this operation.” Jiang Bing pushed the teacup in front of the two of them.

"We only issued an appropriate warning to Weil Financial Management Company for illegally abducting Night City residents and [Anti-Entropy] employees."

During this period, whatever Jiang Bing said, the two people opposite him would unconditionally agree.

"We, Kangtao, have invested in the Space Orbital Elevator project," the secretary said anxiously, skipping all formalities.

“Of course, no problem.” Jiang Bing showed no surprise, as if everything was under control.

The balance of power shifted the moment the first lunar rock shell fell into the Atlantic Ocean.

"But if we invest now, we'll have to pay more."

Chapter 872 A New World with High Limits

'Rumi' is like a time and space hub, and also like an extraordinary version of a resort.

People always come and people always leave.

Hiri, drunk and hysterical, hugged Jiang Bing and cried her heart out. The days of 'sweetness' were like heaven to her, where she was waited on hand and foot, living a life even more wonderful than that of a king.

But all good things must come to an end. This "woman of time and space" ultimately has her own mission to fulfill and her own life to experience.

When academic success is achieved, separation is inevitable.

Fortunately, she didn't eat and stay for free; she left her share of the room fee at 'Rumi'.

Kaer Morhen Fortress, the stronghold of the Wolf School of Witchers, the place where Ciri grew up, and the warm haven in her memories.

Aside from being a bit ugly and damaged, it has no other flaws.

Jiang Bing retreated back to his workshop and, together with Heiml, began studying the 'World Stone' and continuing to analyze the Creation Runes.

To be honest, the speed was average, and the efficiency was so slow that he was not used to it.

Even with the speed hack enabled, a cheater will still complain about the low drop rate.

The internal situation in Night City has basically stabilized, but the next step in the global situation will require time to ferment and evolve, so Jiang Bing has some free time.

Bored, he wandered around the various worlds and found that each world was thriving under the rule of its own chosen one, with no need for his intervention whatsoever.

So he decided to start a new world and gain more experience.

As all the starlight converged, the [Key] materialized from nothingness, solidifying in Jiang Bing's palm and emitting a faint light.

Even now, Jiang Bing, the "forger" who has actually ascended to godhood, still cannot see through the details of this key, only vaguely understanding that it is related to some kind of 'authority'.

But no matter how Jiang Bing viewed it, the [Key] remained as reliable as ever.

The familiar light screen quietly opened, and Jiang Bing picked up the 'dictionary' that had been filled with many more characters, carried it on his shoulder, and disappeared into the light.

………………

The sky is bright, the earth is lush, and the air is tranquil, but the rules of the world are broken and on the verge of collapse.

Upon arriving in the new world, Jiang Bing appeared high in the sky as always, but compared to his initial disastrous fall, space was no longer a problem for him now.

But the world is full of other problems, and many problems at that.

If the normal world is a well-constructed building, this world is a dilapidated building with its steel frame exposed.

Various rules are mixed together, some are not obvious, some are not hidden, some are missing where they should be, and some that do not need to be repeated are bloated and clogged.

This world is sick, seriously sick, very seriously sick.

This was Jiang Bing's first impression five minutes after arriving in this world.

Then comes a feeling of exhilaration, like fish leaping freely in the vast sea and birds soaring in the boundless sky.

This world has the highest potential that Jiang Bing has ever seen, even surpassing the Dark World.

The loose yet solid world framework was enough to accommodate Jiang Bing's true form, and the power of his high status also made this world magnificent and full of epic grandeur.

At the edge of the sky, a giant golden tree blotted out the sun, with clouds only reaching its waist, and its sprawling branches and leaves covering half the world.

The dazzling golden color resembled the sun, and indeed provided ample illumination for this world.

This golden tree is as majestic as the Jianmu tree in Jiang Bing's memory, and it has a bit of the style of the father of oak trees.

“‘Heiml,’ do you recognize this thing?” Jiang Bing asked his partner.

Heiml's answer, however, was quite straightforward.

[Never seen before, but very interesting]

Thus, the golden tree, far away on the horizon, became Jiang Bing's next destination.

But right now, there are other things that pique his curiosity even more.

Beneath him stood a tree, a colossal tree growing on the vast ocean, not far from him.

This tree was also enormous, with each branch thick enough to support several Jiang Bings. It towered into the clouds, its branches withered, and its overall appearance exuded a viscous, scarlet aura, which gave Jiang Bing a very bad feeling.

This tree is sick!

Only when Jiang Bingzhen personally stepped onto the branches could he truly appreciate the complex and contradictory state of this magnificent life.

It is decaying, yet it is also being reborn; it is dying, yet new life is sprouting from its decaying body.

This tree seems to be in a superposition of life and death at the same time, constantly reincarnating itself.

However, this is not its true state, just as its scarlet color is not its power.

This decaying crimson is like a vine invading the tree, parasitizing it, assimilating its body, and wearing each other down.

Large patches of fleshy mushrooms, resembling wood ear fungus, grew from the wooden trunk. These fungi were clearly not products of the tree itself, but rather manifestations of its decaying power.

Jiang Bing became interested.

This corrupting power is of an exceptionally high level; it is not simply magic or any other power, but rather closer to the rules, the very rules that constitute the world.

It is also the foundational rule of the world that Jiang Bing has been pursuing through the creation runes.

It must be said that [Key] is as reliable as ever. As soon as Jiang Bingchu arrived in the New World, he found a suitable target.

He began to trace the traces of corruption back to its roots.

The tree was deeply infested with decay and parasites; various fleshy fungi, deformed spores, and moss that wriggled like flesh and blood were everywhere on the dry trunk.

As Jiang Bing walked from the treetop to the trunk, and then from the branches to the main trunk, the atmosphere of decay became increasingly intense the closer he got to the tree.

At the same time, a creature that coexists with the tree appeared before Jiang Bing.

They are hardly human, but rather quite in line with Jiang Bing's impression of tree people.

The withered and emaciated limbs resembled dead trees, together with the shriveled torso, presenting a kind of decaying wood appearance.

However, Jiang Bingna, with the craftsman's 'reputation' as his guarantee, said that the bodies of these 'tree people' were originally made of flesh and blood, and it was unknown why they were assimilated into this state, decaying and decaying along with the giant tree.

That crimson, corrupting power had also seeped into their bodies and permeated their consciousness.

Numerous mushrooms grew from their heads and shoulders, densely packed, making them look like mushroom people.

Some of the mushrooms had matured and dried out, and as they moved, they shed blue spores in all directions.

The 'Tree People' clearly possessed intelligence and knew how to use weapons. They carved wood into spears, each carrying one, and they all wore tattered loincloths to cover their ugliness.

This demonstrates that they possess a human-like sense of shame, which further proves that they possess civilized attributes.

Jiang Bing's arrival clearly alarmed these 'tree people', and from their aggressive behavior, Jiang Bing also drew new conclusions.

They are also very xenophobic and aggressive.

Chapter 873 The Source of Crimson Corruption

The 'Treemen' moved slightly slower, but their attacks were still deadly.

The crude spear was covered with a layer of dark green spores, like a mop covered in excrement, as if Lü Bu had been reincarnated.

Jiang Bingrang passed the attack and tried to communicate with the other party, but the target was obviously so corrupt that he had lost his mind and only had a little bit of instinctive consciousness left.

Then a huge, imposing footprint landed on the other person's face, sending him flying hundreds of meters away from the tree branch and crashing into the vast ocean.

Fighting was out of the question. With Jiang Bing's current physical condition, these 'tree men' wouldn't even qualify to give him a warm-up. In less than five seconds, they were all kicked off the treetops, drifting away like dandelion seeds.

Jiang Bing's attention was once again drawn to the "strange object" that the group of "tree people" were worshipping.

This is a huge clump of fungal derivatives, wriggling slightly and occasionally emitting some kind of reddish dust.

It is a kinsman of corruption.

The moment Jiang Bing's slender fingers touched it, countless tiny fungi frantically clung to the body, like moths drawn to a flame, eager to corrupt everything.

Unfortunately, a faint golden flame ignited from his fingers, igniting, burning, and purifying these filthy substances that were considered 'highly poisonous' to living beings.

Since ancient times, fire has been a primary means for humankind to purify impurities.

Jiang Bing flicked his finger, sending a few sparks of etheric fire into the clump of fungal derivative in front of him, burning and deconstructing it.

'Scarlet Corruption'

He soon learned the name of this force.

The flames extended downwards along the veins of the tree, and although they were quickly consumed, they revealed the source of the 'scarlet decay' that clung to, parasitized, and eroded the giant tree.

root.

Jiang Bing peered down, his gaze passing over the tree canopy, and clearly saw a massive complex of buildings built against the tree trunk in the middle section.

These buildings cling to the tree trunks, with interconnected suspended platforms, flying beams and painted rafters, exquisite decorations, and a great sense of beauty.