Throughout the ages, in the year 1098!

After one thousand years of resistance by mankind, the invasion of all races has begun.

One of human habitats, Taiping City.

Winds roar, lightning flashes and thunder roars.

Office of the Martyrs' Cemetery.

A flash of lightning illuminated the dark room, making the atmosphere even heavier.

On the desk lay thirty-six sheets of paper, each with white background and red characters:

Notification of Death!

Chen Fan, leaning on a wooden chair, was as limp as mud, utterly lifeless.

Father Chen Mo, Uncle Six Chen Yu, Eldest Uncle Chen Xiang, Third Uncle Chen Feng, Grandfather Chen Yu, Second Grandfather Chen Yuseng, Big Aunt Chen Bo, Second Aunt...

Chen's family had a total of thirty-six members, all of whom died in battle!

I received a notification today about the death certificate and merging of condolence payments.

All relatives, gone!

What use is it to give alms?

I can no longer hear the sound of my siblings fighting, nor the reprimands from my uncles and aunts, nor the kind inquiries from my aunts.

The grand Chen family, gone!

On Chen Fan's side, there sat a white-haired old man, his spine straight as a javelin.

Frowning, with a face like a chiselled blade, yet full of vicissitudes.

His eyes fell on the casualty notice, silent for a long time.

Standing straight in front of his desk, dressed in military uniform and exuding an aura of power, Liao Jun began to speak:

"Old sir, young brother, please accept my condolences! The thirty-six members of the Chen family were all heroes. They gave their all, broke through the Eight Heavens Pass, and killed powerful Bone Clan cultivators who had reached the level of Nascent Soul. They saved countless warriors..."

He held the metal box in his hands and gently placed it in front of the thirty-six death notices.

He was unfazed, simply recounting what had happened.

Chen Jia was too powerful, gathering thirty-six clan members to form a formidable divine power through bone fusion.

After World War I, not even a complete corpse could be found, only the endless white bones of the Ancestor of the Bone Clan.

Notification of death delivered.

Eight elderly warriors, fourteen middle-aged fighters, and fourteen young masters, three generations all fought bravely to the death in a single battle.

For the elderly, it is difficult to bear. Their faces grow even more aged again.

"Alright, you don't have to worry about us. Just go ahead and get busy!"

At last, the old man spoke, his voice echoing with an unspeakable sadness.

"Born human, unwilling to be a slave, there's no other choice!"

As soon as she spoke, a heartbroken wail reached her ears.

"Ah…"

Chen Fan finally recovered from the endless sorrow, crying out in pain.

Clutching death notices in his hands, he seemed to see the faces of loved ones lost reflected in his tearful eyes.

Having traveled through sixteen years, my parents only accompanied me for three, but they were the happiest and most carefree three years.

All races have been invading for over a thousand years, feeding on humans without ceasing.

They pluck stars with their hands, burn heaven and boil the sea, roam the star realms, their supernatural powers are immense.

Human technology, like garbage, is utterly useless.

In the early stages of invasion, one city after another turned to ashes, and humanity was cruelly devoured.

It was a time like hell.

All races are raising humans on the planet to eat.

If you want to survive, you must rise up in rebellion.

In the most difficult times, humanity has unprecedented unity.

Millions upon millions of predecessors, one after another, generously gave their lives!

Sum up experience, save the human race from extinction.

Over a millennium of development, humans, through the spiritual energy brought by myriad races, have hunted demons and extracted their cultivation methods.

Cultivating one's spiritual energy elevates one's realm, while external cultivation strengthens one's power and spirit.

Cultivating strength comparable to that of myriad races, rivalling the power of divine abilities.

Sea of Suffering, Golden Bridge, Congealed Holy Lotus, Gate of Divine Communication, Ignition of Divine Fire, Establishment of Heavenly Pillar, Spinal Transformation into a Dragon, Soul Reaching Heaven, Profound Saint Platform, Nine Grand Realms.

After the cultivation system was obtained, ten Heavenly Gates and ten protective circles were constructed to guard the last refuge of mankind.

Countless humans, regardless of gender or age, surged toward the protective barrier, one after another, for the sake of human continuation.

Bones transformed into ramparts, guarding the front line, forging a Great Wall of life.

For sixteen years, Chen Fan has consecutively sent his uncles and aunts, aunts and uncles, brothers and sisters to the battlefield.

Even if I occasionally come back, my stay will not exceed three days.

It was precisely this fleeting encounter that made him cherish it all the more.

One moment lost, grief-stricken weeping.

At some point, my hair started to turn white, from the top of my head to the very ends.

When the old man discovered this, his brows furrowed, and he said in a low voice:

"Don't cry, a man from the Chen family only endures hardship, not tears! Born in the most difficult times, we must take on everything!"

The voice was filled with profound sorrow.

Holding sheets of paper with trembling hands, as if clutching onto their grandchildren, they stacked them neatly.

Liao Jun was a man of iron, tall and imposing. As he watched Chen Fan's hair turn white, his eyes instantly reddened with emotion.

Seeing the elderly tremble, my heart aches.

Mummy said:

My condolences to you both...

A hero is one who, even when all their family members are killed in battle, can still hold back their tears.

The old man is worthy of respect.

Chen Fan couldn't stop crying, he was still weeping.

The old man's voice rang in my ears again:

"You have to work hard, the Chen family needs you to carry on the family tradition!"

Then he slowly rose, his gray robe straightening as he did so. He looked up, just like Liao Jun before him, and spoke in a deep voice:

We're back!

Clutching thirty-six death notices in his hands, his robe shook slightly.

Chen Fan held the iron box, tears streaming down his face.

Even after traveling through time for sixteen years, there are still deep...

They gave him happiness, they gave him years, they gave him a home.

Now, all are dead in an instant.

Unable to connect.

Take care!

As Liao Jun's voice echoed in their ears as they left the office.

The old man and Chen Fan didn't turn their heads, not even to glance once more at the 33-meter-high memorial.

Countless heroes who died without a trace left their names behind.

Today, we are adding 36 members of the Chen family.

Thunder roared and the wind howled, it became a pillar, transforming into an ethereal spirit, continuing to guard the human race of Taiping City.

Chen Fan couldn't help himself, he rushed to the memorial and knelt down, shouting to the sky:

"Dad, Mom, Grandpa, uncles, I will definitely go to Guanwai for revenge!"

"Revenge!"

With a thud, the blow echoed. Soon after, a bruise appeared on his forehead.

The heavy rain poured down, falling on him.

The old man stood in the rain, tilting his head up, his eyes hazy.

I don't know if it's tears or rain, flowing down my cheeks.

Not until Chen Fan fainted did he grab the collar, pick up the iron box, and leave the Martyrs' Cemetery.

White hair dances in the wind and rain, lonely yet strong, seemingly untouched by sadness.

Chen Fan, in a coma, heard a cold voice ring out:

"To the host's infinite grief, the infinite fusion system is bound, rewarding a novice gift pack. Do you want to open it!"

A voice sounded, but he thought it was a dream.

The result kept echoing in my mind, as if it would never cease.

Furious, Chen Fan suddenly opened his eyes and shouted:

"Open!"

When I looked around, I realized I had arrived home at some point.

The old villa was filled with laughter and chatter, echoing with the sounds of siblings playing and teasing each other.

Now, there are only 36 cold and emotionless death notices and the aging grandfather.

The grandfather is not in the room, I don't know where he went.

Just as I was about to get up, the voice in my head sounded again:

"Grand Package opened successfully, congratulations on getting 2000 Fusion Points!"

The Infinite Fusion System, with enough fusion points, can fuse anything in the world.

"Fusion points can be obtained through the killing of all races and battles with enemies. The more kills, the more fusion points gained. The higher the level, the more fusion points!"

As I was explaining, a dialog box suddenly appeared in front of me.

"Lin Fan: An ordinary person

Fusion point: 2000

Nothing has been integrated yet!

For Chen Fan, the system was both unfamiliar and intimate.

Games I've played before, the character settings are roughly like this.

When he saw Ming's control panel, he suddenly noticed a piece of paper on the table. He picked it up and looked at it carefully!

Then his eyes widened, and with a sudden start, he jumped out of bed. He dashed out of the room completely unmindful of being naked.

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