Apocalypse Gachapon

As they stepped out of the teleportation formation, the sound of surging waves filled the air. Bai Yiyuan led Lin Moyu to a secluded island, surrounded by a vast, glowing barrier. Sunlight streamed through the barrier, casting a rainbow-like brilliance. The beauty of it left Lin Moyu momentarily dazed.

Bai Yiyuan chuckled, “You thought only Abyssal Demons could create barriers?”

Lin Moyu shook his head, “Although the ones I’ve seen so far were made by Abyssal Demons, but I doubt they’re the only ones who can make them.”

Bai Yiyuan laughed heartily, “Yes, that's exactly right.”

He gestured for Lin Moyu to follow, “Hide your military badge. A level 37 godly general is bound to startle people.”

As they ventured deeper into the island, Bai Yiyuan continued, “Humans, though not as innately powerful as Demons or Dragonkind, possess a unique gift—the ability to learn. We've studied the Abyssal Demons' barriers and fused them with our formations, constantly improving. The shields at the Dimensional Battlefield’s fortresses are the result of that fusion.”

Listening to Bai Yiyuan’s explanation, Lin Moyu nodded inwardly. While humans were naturally weaker than Demons and Dragons, they possessed a unique advantage: the ability to learn. Through learning, humans could grow stronger and ultimately surpass the other races.

Bai Yiyuan added, “Now that you’ve become a godly general, even though you haven’t officially joined the military, there are certain things I can share with you.”

Lin Moyu listened intently. Many secrets were only disclosed upon reaching a certain military rank or level. Now, as a godly general, he was qualified to learn a great deal more.

"About 1,300 years ago, an unprecedented war broke out between humans, Abyssal Demons, and Dragonkind." Bai Yiyuan explained, "The conflict engulfed the entire Dimensional Battlefield, with the primary battleground being located near what is now Fortress No. 1. The war raged for a full decade. Afterward, the Dragonkind withdrew from the Dimensional Battlefield, and all their pathways leading to the Dimensional Battlefield were destroyed."

"The Dimensional Battlefield eventually became a place of conflict between humans and Abyssal Demons alone. These days, Dragonkind can only be encountered on the Immemorial Battlefield. But we always knew they would return one day. When that time comes, humanity will face grave danger. If we had lost that war, it would have spelled disaster for our race."

...

Bai Yiyuan shared further hidden details of that ancient war, sending chills down Lin Moyu’s spine. The most surprising revelation: humans and Abyssal Demons had secretly cooperated during that conflict, working together to drive out the Dragonkind. Though never officially acknowledged, the collaboration was a necessity. The Dragonkind were simply too powerful, forcing humans and Demons to make a temporary alliance.

Lin Moyu was stunned by this behind-the-scenes history.

"Teacher, now that the Dragonkind have returned, will we ally with the Abyssal Demons again?" Lin Moyu asked.

Bai Yiyuan burst into laughter at Lin Moyu’s question, “No way. Today’s human race is not what it was a thousand years ago. Back then, we were the weakest of the three, with only three godly powerhouses. The choice to ally with the Abyssal Demons was made out of desperation. But humanity has grown stronger, with more than eight godly powerhouses, and even...”

He paused briefly before continuing, “Although we still can’t invade the Abyss, we can certainly defend ourselves. Perhaps one day, we’ll have the chance to invade the Abyss and wipe out the Demons entirely. And if we defeat the Dragonkind, the human race could finally achieve permanent peace.”

Lin Moyu listened carefully but couldn’t help feeling differently.

Bai Yiyuan noticed his expression and asked, “You have a different opinion? Go ahead, speak up. I'm broad-minded enough to hear it.”

Indeed, Bai Yiyuan was known for accepting different views—and then using his fists to prove he was right.

Lin Moyu hesitated for a moment before speaking, "I think that even if we eliminate the Abyssal Demons and Dragonkind, humanity won’t achieve lasting peace. Once external threats are gone, internal conflicts will arise. Right now, we’re mainly united because of the pressure from outside forces. Without that, we might struggle to stay unified."

Bai Yiyuan stopped in his tracks, visibly stunned. He hadn't expected Lin Moyu to express such an opinion—one that echoed a certain someone’s thoughts.

“What do you suggest we do then?” A voice suddenly rang out.

Lin Moyu looked up to see someone approaching, their pace seemingly slow yet unnaturally swift. In an instant, they closed the distance of over a hundred meters and stood before the two.

Bai Yiyuan glanced at the newcomer, then turned to Lin Moyu. "Go ahead, say what you have in mind."

Lin Moyu shared his thoughts, "I believe we shouldn’t aim to kill them all. As long as humanity’s safety is assured, that’s enough. Pressure drives growth. The human race can unite and become stronger. Ideally, we should reach a point where, even if the other two races join forces, we won’t have anything to fear."

Bai Yiyuan laughed heartily, and the newcomer joined in.

Patting Lin Moyu on the shoulder, Bai Yiyuan said, “There’s a lot you still don’t understand, but the fact that you can think this way is already impressive. Once you learn more about how things really are, your perspective will change.”

Lin Moyu nodded, realizing that limited information shaped one’s thoughts and actions. He understood that his current knowledge was incomplete, so he could only make judgments based on what he knew.

At this point, Bai Yiyuan introduced the newcomer, "This old man here is Mo Xinghe, the dean of the Chuangshi Institute, and the younger brother of Mo Xinghai. He's level 89, just half a step away from becoming a godly powerhouse. There’s a good chance he’ll become the Shenxia Empire’s eleventh godly powerhouse."

Mo Xinghe grinned smugly, clearly pleased with the praise. Lin Moyu noted the resemblance between him and his older brother, Mo Xinghai. It finally dawned on him that Bai Yiyuan had brought him to the Chuangshi Institute. He realized the institute was located on an island, separate from the Xiajing Academy—explaining why he had never seen any of its students before. However, the reason for his visit remained unclear.

Mo Xinghe appraised Lin Moyu with a satisfied look, then asked Bai Yiyuan, "So, this is your disciple?"

Bai Yiyuan nodded. "What do you think? Not bad, right?"

"Not bad at all. But brazenly coming here to snatch resources—that’s a bit unscrupulous, don’t you think?" Mo Xinghe teased.

Bai Yiyuan waved his hand dismissively. "Snatch resources? My disciple is the legitimate imperial top scorer and a student of Xiajing Academy. He meets the institute's requirements in both level and contribution points. With my endorsement, are you seriously going to say he’s not qualified for Chuangshi Institute? We have to follow the rules, after all. I, Bai Yiyuan, am a man of principles and never impose on others."

Mo Xinghe’s mouth twitched at Bai Yiyuan's audacity. The mighty White God, showing up in person yet claiming he didn’t impose on others? Even if Lin Moyu’s qualifications had been lacking, could he really refuse him? But no matter how much Bai Yiyuan bragged, he still had to stick to the rules.

"Give me your student details so I can verify them." Mo Xinghe said to Lin Moyu, keeping his tone professional.

As Mo Xinghe started checking the details, Bai Yiyuan smirked and said, "Stay calm. Don’t be startled."

Mo Xinghe rolled his eyes inwardly. Startled? At his age, what hadn’t he seen? What could possibly surprise him now? But as he reviewed the data, a strange cry escaped his lips.

Bai Yiyuan chuckled, "I told you to stay calm, didn’t I?"

Mo Xinghe's eyes darted between the data and Lin Moyu, disbelief spreading across his face, "You’re Lin Moyu, this year’s imperial top scholar? You’ve reached level 37 in just a few months? How on earth did you grind that fast? And how do you have 110,000 contribution points? How did you manage that?"

Bai Yiyuan scoffed. "What’s the big deal? Didn’t you hear the old man took a disciple?"

Mo Xinghe replied matter-of-factly, "I know. It’s rumored to be some kind of super genius. The old man’s only ever taken one disciple in his entire life and is pouring everything into training them. I’ve been curious to see just how extraordinary that genius is."

Bai Yiyuan grinned, "The old man’s disciple is Lin Mohan—Lin Moyu’s older sister."

“Hiss!” Mo Xinghe sucked in a sharp breath, his gaze toward Lin Moyu shifting instantly. The same family, the same bloodline... If Lin Mohan was so remarkable, her younger brother had to be just as impressive. He knew how impossibly high the old man’s standards were. Anyone who caught his eye was exceptional, no question about it. But 110,000 contribution points? How?

With a smug look, Bai Yiyuan said, "Go ahead, show him your military badge. Watch him lose his composure."

Lin Moyu let out a hesitant "oh." Moments earlier, Bai Yiyuan had told him to put it away, and now he wanted him to take it out again.

The purple badge shimmered, its radiant purple-gold hue reflecting off Mo Xinghe’s face.

Mo Xinghe froze, trembling as his eyes widened and his mouth fell open, wide enough to fit three eggs. He stared in shock at the military badge in Lin Moyu’s hand, completely speechless.