I Am Extraordinary Alone

The year 2137.

Years have passed.

One world after another has failed in succession.

At this moment, Lin Yan has no retreat left.

Their remaining numbers are now around 600. The older generation of researchers and scientists have passed away in desperation, and even the White King has exhausted its energy during the years of Illusion Creation, falling into a permanent slumber.

Professor Li Xianping is now also old and frail; he is the last person who still possesses the knowledge of gene engineering and Black Medicine technology.

Restarting or creating a world is becoming increasingly difficult, as nearly all power stations and power plants on Earth have been destroyed.

The power plant created by Fujiwara Makoto cannot sustain continuous power generation because it is linked to her mental state; continuous high-power generation would cause her mind to collapse under the strain.

The human body can generate an electric current—some refugees have made sacrifices, but this only sustains the world for a few short minutes, and the person inevitably dies. During those fleeting minutes, one New World after another is born like a blooming epiphyllum, hastily completing its entire history, but ultimately, none succeeded.

The fate of the world is determined; after 970 attempts at reboot, none of the worlds have lasted to the end, and the closer it gets to the end, the worse the conditions of the worlds become.

There isn't enough time for development and trial and error. Worlds forcefully injected with superpower variables aren't much better than the real world. Humans seem to be such creatures—rules and order aren't always firm, chaos and war are the norms. As soon as there's a chance, those from the lower ranks will soar and shatter all order to pieces. The ruling class will collapse, peace will break, and people will return to strife and slaughter.

But rule is not always kind; violent suppression, information blockade, and systematic genocide under the massive state machine's guidance continue to happen.

Sometimes, Lin Yan even questions whether Divine Power Tianyang is inevitable. Perhaps, it wasn't that He destroyed the world, but the world chose Him to punish humanity.

The world needs guidance, letting variables evolve on their own cannot produce what she desires.

The group eventually returned to the Sethiyan Federation, and with Lin Yan's help, they used the power to stop time, evading many of the Descendant Army and arriving at Spencer's United Pharmaceutical Company.

This grand building has long collapsed, but the underground section, buried deep, still holds the equipment Spencer used for researching Black Medicine, as well as the large transport base vehicles meant for the military.

Even 20 years ago, when Lin Yan and Li Xianping were part of the Human Cradle Plan Foundation, they received much information about various underground forces preparing for future wars. However, humanity never managed to unite, each side wanting to deplete the other's strength and use their opponent as cannon fodder, leading to that erroneous attack which cost millions of soldiers their lives.

Now, these devices lie dormant underground, their weapons rendered meaningless, though the vehicles' batteries can still operate.

Lin Yan and the remaining people, with Fujiwara Makoto's help, dismantled many battery groups to use as energy for Illusion Created worlds, leaving four electric vehicles for future needs.

These vehicles are enormous, with tires taller than a person. They have six-wheel drive, two levels, and their bodies resemble ships. Originally, they might have been planned to divide troops for transport to land on its territory from the coast of Etolia, but now, these giants remain abandoned here.

They rested here and began constructing their shelter in the depths of the underground. Fujiwara Makoto used her Magic Power to create many construction and cleaning workers, clearing the underground. If nothing unexpected occurs, this will be their last stop.

The White King's body was placed in the vehicle parking area. Having lost consciousness and activity, its once-connected body fell apart again, lying there motionless.

Lin Yan sat nearby, constructing a new world with her notebook; this step could be completed offline, without using the White King's power or electricity.

Professor Li Xianping approached her. They started as teacher and student, became colleagues, and now are comrades resembling a father and daughter.

"Lin Yan, this world might have reached its end," Li Xianping said.

"I haven't given up yet, sir," Lin Yan replied, looking up with an expression of relinquishing everything.

"I think so, but at this point, giving up or not doesn't hold any meaning. We're just doing what we still can. Lin Yan, you should let go too. If this is humanity's end, we must accept it. Even if you have the White King's power…" Li Xianping patted his student's shoulder.

Lin Yan shook her head, speaking lightly, "Perhaps... this power in me is a waste?"

"You have done enough, Lin Yan," Li Xianping said.

"No... I am a scientist, not a warrior. If the White King could coexist with a warrior, perhaps... they could confront Him directly... but I can't. I am afraid, I have no combat skills, I dare not even directly face Him," Lin Yan said.

"True... but what are you going to do? There are no more people left in the world," Li Xianping said.

Lin Yan slowly stood up, looking at the White King lying nearby. She said, "There's a way I've never tried, but I know it's viable."

"What way?" Li Xianping asked.

"I can send this power, the White King's core, into the Dream World. In that world, this power will randomly select an inheritor..." Lin Yan said.

"Randomly? You can't give it face-to-face?" Li Xianping asked.

Lin Yan shook her head, saying, "Sadly, I can't. I can't give; I can only relinquish and let it drift."

"Sounds unreliable! Randomly? What if it lands on an old person? Or a baby? And also... the disabled? A villain? A murderer... anything could happen! By then, even if they reach this world, they might just feed this power to Him in vain," Li Xianping said.

"I can't control it... but this is a gamble. What if we are lucky and this power lands on a hero as strong as Him...?" Lin Yan said.

Li Xianping shook his head, saying, "We are scientists; we do not believe in luck."

"Science cannot explain the White King, sir. I don't believe in destiny, but there's no other way... We need a savior... He will return with the White King; He will avenge us. Because destiny chose Him," Lin Yan said.

"I advise you to think it through, Lin Yan; without the White King, we can do nothing," Li Xianping said.

"I've thought it through. Sir... take some people with those base vehicles to the Dream World, find that chosen one, guide him or her, let them know their destiny," Lin Yan said.

"What about you...?" Li Xianping asked.

"Destiny chose me, sir. We've created 998 worlds; this last time... I will become the torch of destiny," Lin Yan said.

Li Xianping was stunned, bowing to her with utmost seriousness.

The preparations quickly concluded; Fujiwara Makoto wanted to stay by Lin Yan's side but was persuaded to leave.

The final 600-plus individuals were divided into four groups, entering the four remaining base vehicles. Lin Yan used the leftover battery matrix, combined with her White King symbiotic energy, to open a massive portal.

As the vehicles entered, the 999th world would instantly be created.

For them, they might spend decades there, but for Lin Yan, it might only be a few minutes.

Lin Yan stood before the portal, watching the four giant base vehicles light up their headlights.

"Destiny... chose me," she murmured to herself.