"It's really quiet here." Xue Dili raised his head, only seeing crows calling and circling on the branches, "I can't even see the shadow of those Mystic Scholars."

"Is your next line going to be 'don't stop'?" Old Undead put down his phone and quipped.

Xue Dili: "..."

Old Deng, how have you only been online for a few hours and can already catch this meme?

Besides, isn't Ultraman worth watching?

Xue Dili secretly glanced at Old Undead's phone and discovered it was the ending of Ultraman Nexus, Jisaku Jun's arc.

No wonder, he had the look of someone itching for a chat; indeed, this series isn't very friendly to the elderly.

Xue Dili stepped inside a church. This was an ordinary village in Massachusetts, but now Xue Dili couldn't see any villagers, nothing like the scene in Ami Village with pickups and tractors everywhere.

As he strolled through this seemingly deserted village, he said, "So, not watching the phone anymore?"

He naturally was referring to Old Undead's progress with the tokusatsu series.

"Getting old, can't bear these tragic stories..." Old Undead was quite conflicted at this moment. On one hand, he really liked the story; on the other, he could already foresee the protagonist's tragic ending.

In fact, looking at that character, he inexplicably thought of the past Xue Dili, as if they were cut from the same mold.

No, he got the causal relationship wrong; it was Xue Dili who was imitating his childhood hero.

"But reality might be even more overwhelming. I always feel like I'm playing Resident Evil, a small-town cop investigating a lost contact village, only to find the entire village has turned into zombies..." Xue Dili was muttering to himself.

He kicked open a wooden door. The buildings here were mostly all wood, so Xue Dili could easily kick open all the doors.

There were living traces inside the house, but no people, a large number of fungi had spread, which was quite odd.

He could faintly sense someone watching him, but couldn't locate the source for now.

And feeling the legendary level strength of Xue Dili, Old Barak still couldn't believe it. In his view, only a little over a month had passed, and the young one who had just stepped into the extraordinary level had reached a degree that amazed even him.

In just over a month, he didn't know what Xue Dili had gone through.

At least now, they finally established contact with him and Alola, so they didn't have to wander around like headless chickens.

"In the time it took you to become a Legend, you must have gone through unimaginable hardships." Old Barak sighed, not thinking it was just talent that brought such speed.

A genius could reach legend level in a year, but a month to legend? In his opinion, the hardships Xue Dili went through might be beyond his comprehension.

"It's not that bad. I think my days are quite comfortable, and I've come to love this kind of life." Xue Dili joked.

Although some tasks were indeed difficult, there was always a way to deal with them.

If an enemy appeared that endangers his entire family, that's when he would feel he's suffering.

Even though Xue Dili made it sound easy, Old Barak could only sigh.

In just over thirty days, he noticed the young man across from him had matured a lot. He wasn't the same brash youth he first met, no longer that overflowing with passion.

He instead began to mature, no longer carefree and fearless, shedding the rashness of youth, hiding his heart, becoming steady and calm, growing in a remarkably short time into a grown man.

Such growth, for a normal boy, often takes over ten years.

But he only had a month, he must have lost a lot.

The hardships along the way, he didn't experience together, but perhaps he could imagine most of them with his eyes closed.

Xue Dili kicked open another wooden hut, and inside was the corpse of a small deer. The body was still warm, but no one was in sight.

While Xue Dili was puzzled, Old Barak continued to sigh.

"Xue, you've worked hard. If only I could help you bear some of the pressure." He said.

Xue Dili, checking the corpse: "..."

Aren't you being a bit too emo online?

And even if you came, it wouldn't be much help. What he was fighting weren't Tier Five or Super Iron Curtain, like mass-produced Tier Four civilizations. You'd just disrupt things...

But maybe to spare the old man's pride, Xue Dili didn't tell the truth, "Maybe."

Actually, having someone to chat with wasn't so bad; at least it wasn't boring.

The old Undead is quite normal when not talking about his granddaughter and Da Gu.

"Wait a minute, why is there a faint Undead smell here?" Old Barak immediately said, having not noticed his surroundings until now. Following Xue's inspection, he found a significant Undead presence.

"Undead?" Xue asked.

"Similar, but fundamentally different. Actually, the Undead are just individuals whose bodies are dead but whose souls are fixed, never reaching true death, subjected to eternal torment, so their aura is very unique," explained Old Barak, then added, "Also, I am professional with the Undead."

"I agree with that," Xue echoed the old man.

As long as the conversation doesn't veer towards his granddaughter and Da Gu, boasting with Old Barak is quite enjoyable. But once it does, both Old Barak and Xue Ding start acting crazy, giving Xue a headache, as he can't figure out what makes him so appealing to this old man that he wants to make him his grandson-in-law. What is it exactly? Just tell me, and I'll change right away.

While Xue was internally ranting, the old Undead immediately spoke.

"Something at the back left!"

Xue swiftly turned around, seeing roots slithering through the grass like a python. Without hesitation, he unleashed a Beheading Blade.

The roots were severed, and the broken root even wriggled like a worm, attempting to burrow back underground.

Xue quickly pulled back, then said, "Just as I thought, the Desolate Fungus that has infected the whole world is a product of Qijela, this ancient organism breaking into pieces..."

He envisioned those whose bodies had completely transformed into this branch-like structure, already picturing the apocalyptic scene.

"A biochemical crisis affecting billions, zombies besieging the city... But unlike before, these zombies are monsters controlled by Qijela!" Xue closed his eyes, having long anticipated this outcome, but still frowned upon reaching the conclusion.

"Qijela?" Old Deng froze for a moment, then his neck shrank from hearing the name, "Isn't that from the ending of Ultraman?"

Xue had no mood for chit-chat at the moment because he saw an old lady holding a scythe, her exposed skin sprouting new branches.

Then, more and more people emerged, their attire resembling that of the rural people living around the farm, but now they were covered in branches, horrifying and grotesque, many resembling tree people wearing clothes.

The scene left the old Undead stunned.

"Though not the Qijela you know, perhaps even worse. These are the enemies we have to fight... and possibly not the final enemy; for all we know, 'Gatandje' might be waiting for us..." Xue remarked, watching the hundreds of people surrounding them and made a sarcastic comment to the old Undead.

Barak: "..."

Are we really fighting an Evil God? Seriously?

This level of play is too high... Did he accidentally end up matching against a silver-level in a king's division?

"Don't worry, we have a backup..." Xue pointed to the sky, indicating that "the heavens" were on their side.

A Holy Light Staff appeared in Xue's hand; actually, he could handle the situation, familiar with dealing with these zombified countrymen.

He stretched his body, at least now knowing that more rural towns had become zombie towns.

"Countrymen, my name is Xue, toppling my fellow countrymen head over heels!"

...

While Xue initiated the Boston Unlimited Fighting Tournament, Old Deng's F4 successfully reached the coast of Boston and began setting up a Mystical Ceremony there.

Howard the Cowboy's unique technique was "Celestial Technique," which, as the name implies, involved arranging objects to align with constellations, exerting effects such as amplification, imprisonment, illusion, confusion, etc. under specific celestial phenomena.

And Austin the old Mystic Scholar's technique was named "Heliocentric Theory," which also relies on celestial phenomena, but its principle primarily involves achieving his effects through the triple intention of the earth, the sun, and the stars.

Meanwhile, Odysseus was sorting through their current intelligence, with Mr. Lovecraft assisting the two in arranging this super-large Mystical Ceremony, preparing for the potential final moment.

Only the little Witch named Annabelle sat idly on a large rock, lazily blowing in the sea breeze.

"Hey, hey, hey, does this mean you prepared for failure before the fight by setting up this ceremony as a retreat?" The little Witch had stitches and needles all over her body, and her white silk-clad feet swung by the sea as the salty sea breeze blew over.

Her name was Annabelle, born from 19th-century American horror nursery rhymes, a classic image of a cute, tattered doll.

But in the rhymes, the doll she represents is a symbol of curses and murder, becoming a killer of countless people.

Hence, her horror story became one of the most well-known over the past century, famously represented by the "Summoning" series, "Child's Play" series, and "Toy Bear," any horror implying "little witch," "horror doll," "toy bear" points to her.

Yet, appearing as an evil spirit, she takes on the image of a twin-tail Gothic lolita, the only terrifying aspect being her body full of stitch marks and seemingly pieced-together form.

After all, her true nature is just a "tattered cursed doll."

She considers herself an assassin, a persistently terrifying figure in America's Evil Spirit Realm, yet didn't expect to found herself foolishly watching four old men setting up a ceremony on the beach.

Even the four old men treat her like a granddaughter, feeding her whenever she whines.

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