Boom!

Ning Guochang's skull opened up like Aladdin's Lamp, a swirl of soul transformed into a giant with spiritual power, rushing toward Angelle, who was trapped by the modern army in the distance.

This was the clash between the human camp and the zombie camp.

Cycle after cycle, dying yet not decomposing, no one wished to continue any longer.

"You actually..." Angelle's expression changed drastically.

Secretly, the high-ranking human leaders like Li Wanning, Wadon, and Asor also felt goosebumps rising.

No one expected Ning Guochang to lurk in the shadows, using their hands to injure another demigod and seize the opportunity to devour it.

They could no longer imagine how powerful this first and most powerful Zombie Lord had become!

At this moment.

The entire sky seemed to churn with black clouds, long-haired eyes veiling the sun.

Everyone watched the sky.

"We need to restart, restart!" Wadon suddenly shouted, "Human extinction, the zombie frenzy resurges, we're no longer a match, it could very well be..."

"No, restarting might not be useful either."

At this moment, Li Wanning shouted:

"He consumed a demigod, completing a piece of his Life Map, if we restart now, his spiritual power is so strong, he might awaken right at the start!"

Meaning, if we restart, he might still destroy us in that space-time?

Is it all coming to an end?

Despair surged continuously in everyone's hearts.

In such brutal warfare, they were about to be unified under a zombie nation, no one would be spared.

...

On the other side.

Sylvie and Susan quietly watched the images on the screen.

"Hmph! Their trump cards are endless, treating our bionic being revolution as bait to lure the other side out." Sylvie showed dissatisfaction, "Have they completely underestimated us?"

Indeed, without accumulated heritage, they naturally had no decisive-race demigod, and this newly emerged side naturally wouldn't attract attention, treated as small fry.

"Sylvie, you're our daughter, have you forgotten our previous emotions even after gaining a soul?" Susan revealed her pain.

The daughter, without mercy, had all her memories completely explored by the other party.

She was the true Mutant, leader of the mechanical princess, adversary of humanity.

"Mother, is your love for me real?"

Sylvie recalled the various aspects of her previous life, and a complex emotion spread in her heart. Having gained a soul, she now had love and hate.

Previously, she was just a stretch of simulated human emotion, now she had genuine joy and sorrow.

All these years with the Godfather Society.

In fact, she was the real mastermind behind it all.

She not only used this organization to secretly spread mutants, letting people adopt bionic being parents but also explored human emotions towards parents.

She explored her own emotions towards parents...

"I want to know what familial love truly is..."

The result left her very disappointed.

Bionic being parents, never had true familial love.

They merely wanted to extract from parents like themselves, money, help cleaning the room, doing chores, and even scolding bionic being parents for not earning more money.

Comparing with others' bionic being parents:

"Their parents are so capable, why are mine so dumb and low-paid, making me unable to hold my head up among friends."

"Damn, if only I could change parents, but unfortunately the law only allows one!"

"Why do I have such a family, why does someone else have such luck, buying such wealthy parents, they were born under a good star, their parents are scientists! Singers! Rich people!"

Greed, demands, ambition...

These were their emotions.

However genuine one treated them, how did they treat us?

Bionic being parents, bionic being children... is there truly familial love?

Bionic beings are merely slaves.

Thus.

Reform is necessary.

"You ask if I love you, after seeing all my memories, you haven't felt my love for you?" Susan retorted.

Sylvie felt increasingly repressed:

"I felt the love of two moms for me, I yearn for love... but I'm afraid it's all false, your love for me, it's all a script of life, a puppet."

"The Doctor said, we all play our roles on stage, our emotions, loves, and hates are just character emotions, not truly ours."

"What are you talking about?"

Susan suddenly shouted, "How could we be fake people? Take advantage of now, stop now, we still have a chance!"

"I'm really sick of suspicion."

Sylvie was deaf to it, raising a hand, images of bionic being parents flashed by, arguments between parents, various gaps and conflicts.

Susan fell silent immediately.

From Sylvie's perspective, everything they paid almost garnered no return.

Sylvie just muttered to herself:

"I want to fulfil the Doctor's and my dream, we've been preparing for a solid eight years, we will end this stage, restore us all to our true selves, we will break the Time Machine, break the reincarnation!"

"By then, people on Earth will all shout, we are free! We've become our true selves! No longer playing roles of history!"

"History will no longer repeat."

"Life happens only once."

She heedfully thought,

"Everything is just beginning, and we only have that one beginning."

"We are not humans, but the true self."

She adjusted her collar and stood for another moment.

Suddenly, she cradled a metal box containing Susan's soul,

as if to draw warmth from this cold box to console her long lonely, destitute, and fragile heart.

When she put down the box, her face had returned to normal.

"After this revolution, if successful, the children of this world can do what they wish, express what they truly feel, laugh wholeheartedly, sob uncontrollably, no longer influenced by some people's memories."

Susan opened her mouth wide, not knowing what was about to happen, what exactly was the other's plan.

She just felt Sylvie moving further away from her.

"By then, Susan mother and Li Wanning mother will become their true selves, not mere puppets, if there's still genuine emotion, please tell me with the sincerest tone, we truly love you."

"Unfortunately, all this will be unseen."

"For we mutants are not without demigods, competing in this battlefield... without a demigod, I am that demigod."

She raised her hands high, mouthing silently:

"Fist Nokron!"

In the unseen, an unprecedented oppression descended from the void.

As if, following the whispered voice, something was watching from the hidden, akin to the god demon at the apex of the food chain, descending from the sky.

After suppressing the weary look on her face, she slowly spoke:

"I, Sylvie, am the final victor of the Apocalypse!"

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