"Buddy, the exam is over!"
Just as Fang Wuwei sharpened his knife towards the Reincarnators, a Reincarnator standing directly in front of him stopped running. After the exam, the Main God would protect the Reincarnators. If they continued to attack each other, their exam scores would be directly canceled, and they would be severely punished by the Main God. It was rumored that some people were instantly killed on the spot.
So he was fearless; he wasn't afraid of him at all, but he didn't want to make an enemy of such a powerful foe. He didn't run, standing still and speaking politely to Fang Wuwei, though deep down, he harbored hatred.
The Reincarnators from other areas also gathered around now, looking at Fang Wuwei. Some had fawning expressions, hoping to curry favor for future activities, while others looked relieved, not daring to even glance at him, fearing he might remember them. Still others had hatred written directly on their faces, practically radiating killing intent.
The only reason they dared to gather was the Main God's protection.
But what did Fang Wuwei care about all that? He immediately drew his knife and stepped forward, beheading one person with a single strike.
The sudden attack made everyone freeze. This strike was completely unexpected for all of them; how dared he still act? He would be punished!
This momentary stunned allowed Fang Wuwei to seize the opportunity. Disregarding the damage to his body, he immediately activated Quick Braking and charged in one direction. In just an instant, several more people became victims of his blade.
He's crazy! This person is crazy!
By this point, the Reincarnators finally understood: this guy never intended to take the exam; he just wanted to drag all of them down with him, even if it meant his own death!
Their faces turned pale, and they no longer cared about grudges; saving their lives was paramount.
But how could the Reincarnators, who had lost their will to fight, outrun Fang Wuwei?
Fang Wuwei raised his hand and waved, shooting out several Lightning Arrows towards the fleeing crowd.
He didn't aim to kill, only to paralyze them for a moment, which would allow him to strike them down.
He was not disappointed. All the Reincarnators who were hit by this attack were paralyzed, some even falling to the ground unconscious.
Moving at high speed, Fang Wuwei went forward one by one to finish them off. Looking at the distant Reincarnators, Fang Wuwei prepared to overdraw his body again to activate Quick Braking.
However, the unexpected came quickly.
A beam of light shot in front of Fang Wuwei, completely blocking his path and forcing him to stop. He dared not rashly touch such an unknown thing. As Fang Wuwei stopped, the light beam also dissipated, revealing a bottomless pit on the ground, which made Fang Wuwei break out in a cold sweat, unable to move.
He understood that this light could not possibly be the work of a Reincarnator.
Indeed, a figure descended from the sky. As he appeared, the entire sky shimmered with colorful light.
"Let us congratulate—this examinee! Examinee No. 1264 has won the MVP of this exam!"
The one who arrived was none other than the Host from the beginning.
Now his appearance could only be described as outrageous, with an incredibly exaggerated outfit, a constantly shifting rainbow cape, and peculiar sunglasses that covered almost half of his face.
This was the first time Fang Wuwei had seen the Host.
At this moment, his voice echoed through the sky; he was announcing the birth of the victor to this world.
"Let's take a look at Examinee No. 1264's perfect record!
Killed 371 people. My goodness, he's practically a god of slaughter!
Obtained 72,193 points. Hmm, a bit too few, perhaps because he didn't participate in the hunting missions, but it doesn't matter! He's still the champion!
However, Examinee No. 1264, I have a question, and I hope you can answer it for me."
The Host stared intently at Fang Wuwei. Although Fang Wuwei couldn't see his eyes, he could feel a terrifying aura locking onto him from the Host.
He wanted to fight him.
Fang Wuwei was drenched in sweat; if this guy started fighting, he definitely wouldn't be able to win.
"Examinee, why did you risk your life to protect those pests? Why did you choose to attack other examinees even after the exam ended? And why... can I not see your past mission reports?"
A terrifying aura locked onto Fang Wuwei, seemingly intent on crushing him. Fang Wuwei felt a pressure pressing down on him, squeezing the air from his lungs, and the terrifying sensation of suffocation made it almost impossible for him to think. A chill pierced his bones, and his body trembled uncontrollably.
He couldn't win, absolutely couldn't win.
Fang Wuwei's mind went blank; he could no longer think.
"Host, you've done your best. I will send you away now."
The system's voice awakened Fang Wuwei's reason. His mind instantly cleared, no longer feeling chaotic.
But the first thing he thought of after regaining his reason was that the Host had already arrived. If he left, what about the orcs?
"No need to worry."
The system's voice came again. The next moment, all the pressure on his body dissipated, and the aura emitted by the Host also shattered.
Fang Wuwei felt an unprecedented comfort throughout his body. Then he looked at the Host floating in the air. Although he couldn't see the Host's eyes, his expression indicated that he was very confused, extremely confused.
Under the Host's gaze, Fang Wuwei was absorbed by the world's spatial Rift and left this world.
...
Silence, a long silence.
The Host took off his sunglasses. His face was now pale, filled with terror.
"This transmission method... is... those guys. No... he's only at this level, and he still has to be sent here for training. It seems they've already started to decline... Perhaps we no longer need to be afraid now..."
"Is that so?"
A mocking voice sounded from behind the Host without warning. Fear instantly enveloped the Host's heart. He didn't even dare to look back, wanting to leave quickly.
But things didn't go as he wished. As soon as the Host moved, flying less than half a meter, he was slammed to the ground by a giant sword shimmering with golden light.
In an instant, the earth shook. The violent impact far exceeded the ground's tolerance, creating a deep pit and a huge, spiderweb-like crack spreading from the Host's center.
The Host in the center vomited blood, half of his body almost caved in. His seven-colored cape was missing one color, and the second was slowly disappearing.
This seven-colored cape gave him seven lives. Each time he lost a life, one color would disappear. And this single blow took one of his lives. From the looks of it, if he didn't get timely treatment, the second one would also be gone.
Seeing the figure holding the giant sword slowly approaching, the Host, with blurred vision, could only silently pray that this person was not from that organization.
The person before him, holding a giant sword, was burly with brown-black hair streaked with golden tips. He wore a white base jacket with brilliant gold stripes, shimmering with light, looking very high-class.
And on the back and left front chest of the jacket, there was a special emblem:
A vertical spear with its tip pointing upwards, and a sword and a saber horizontally crossing the spear's shaft in opposite directions, forming a cross-shaped emblem with the three weapons.
Behind the person holding the giant sword, two more people slowly walked up. They each had their own unique looks, but the commonality was that they both wore this jacket and had that emblem, which indicated that they belonged to the same organization, the same team.
The Host looked at the three approaching figures with despair. This organization was one that he, they, and even the Main God himself, simply did not dare to touch.
The Gun Sword Crusaders, a legion created specifically to combat Reincarnators and Transmigrators. They have existed since ancient times, for an unknown duration, and have already annihilated countless Main God Spaces.
It's not that these people are incredibly strong; no matter how strong they are, they cannot defeat the Main God. However, the person behind the Crusaders, or rather, their creator, is impossibly strong.
The Host recalled the white-haired figure recorded in the "Reincarnator's Must-Read Handbook," but then suddenly remembered, had that person not already disappeared?
If so, the Crusaders were nothing to fear.
The Host laughed. Without him, how would the Crusaders fight the Main God?
"What are you laughing at?"
"Laughing at your ignorance! Under his leadership, you think you are strong, but you are merely ants before the great God! But now he is gone! You kill me, and the great Main God will also kill you! Kill all of you! In the end, you will just be dust disappearing into the endless multiverse!"
The Host screamed hysterically, a crazed smile appearing on his face. He was mocking, mocking the incompetence, ignorance, and powerlessness of the person before him, and even more so, mocking the eventual demise of the Crusaders, for only the great God could exist eternally.
Looking at the Host, who was laughing maniacally, the leading giant-sword man scratched his head, exchanged glances with his teammates, and spoke with a puzzled expression.
"Who said The Supreme is gone? Where did that rumor come from?"
The laughter abruptly stopped. The smile on the Host's face instantly froze. A moment later, he spat out a large mouthful of blood, and the second color disappeared from his cape.
"He's still here???!!!?!?"
"Alright, no more chitchat with you." The man swung his greatsword, leaving a trail, "Let's quickly finish him off, then go back for a vacation."
"What about the situation here? This world is controlled by the Main God, right? We should do something about it, it's a whole world!"
"The Supreme said we don't need to bother. Another person will come to handle it later. The Supreme wants to train him... By the way, Alice, can't you read the mission announcements from the system more often?"
In the Host's terrified, despairing eyes, the giant sword descended, accompanied by a golden chain.
......
Meanwhile, inside the Main God Space.
In a boundless, ethereal space, several equally indistinct figures were gathered, seemingly holding a meeting.
However, the space was utterly silent.
After a long while, the silence was broken.
"Someone from the Gun Sword Crusaders has intruded into the W-D-1028 examination area."
A distinctly female voice spoke first.
"We all know."
A chilling voice came from the other side, an unpleasant sound like fingernails scraping a blackboard.
"But, if The Supreme is gone, those people are nothing to fear."
"Hmph, The Supreme is gone? They dare to say it, and you actually believe it?" A strange voice came, several different voices overlapping, as if countless people were speaking in unison. "Even if the entire endless multiverse shatters into dust, The Supreme and The Supreme will not die!"
"That's not necessarily true." From the other side came a voice that was impossible to identify, like the sticky, layered, crushing sound of countless insects. "Perhaps The Supreme just got tired, or perhaps creating the Crusaders was just a whim. If he were truly here, we would have died hundreds of thousands of years ago."
Silence fell again. This time, no one broke the quiet until much, much later...
"Forget it, we will, for now, observe..." The rough, layered voice spoke again.
"Yes."
"Mmm."