Fantasy Materialization is an ability that heavily relies on imagination.

But the problem is, Xue Dili had long since become an adult who lost his sense of imagination.

However, this time, even before coming to this world, he had met with the old Mystic Scholar to discuss the plan to finally unleash his imagination.

With the Savior Holy Sword's absorption of people's prayers at its core, powered by Fantasy Materialization, what was born was a false light, a counterfeit hero.

"What use is this? Even on Earth, you can only maintain this false form for 24 seconds." The World Consciousness advised.

"Sorry, Mom, forgive my rebellion. 24 seconds are enough for me." Xue Dili smiled, and amidst the light, he and the old Undead laughed.

Because they saw, at this moment, Aleye Hermione, appearing as a twelve-year-old child, even her eyes were shining with incomparable light named hope.

She is the epitome of everyone in this world, the collective subconscious of all.

Because, we are all children, were children once.

"Mom, you said that it takes the prayers of more than 4.3 billion people to possibly defeat Qijela?" Xue Dili smiled, as he princess-carried Hermione, and at this moment, Hermione also smiled as she hugged his neck.

"Qijela holds the souls of 5.2 billion people; even if you reach your limit, even if you become a childhood hero unconditionally trusted by everyone globally, you can only reach 3.4 billion people's prayers, which is far from enough!"

"Is that so?" Xue Dili smiled.

...

And at this moment, within Qijela's body.

Seeing the tokusatsu hero appearing across from him, at this moment, Blington's face even twisted.

How's that possible? How could those so-called heroes from boring shows meant for kids really appear in this world?

Then, the corners of Blington's mouth curled up as if he realized that the figure across from him was a false light, a counterfeit hero, not the real omnipotent one that symbolizes light's inevitable triumph over darkness in children's tokusatsu hero shows.

Just a counterfeit!

"Four great Evil Spirits, come forth!" Blington commanded.

In the next moment, countless tree roots shot up to the sky, and under the distortion and convergence of roots, the Wendigo, Brain Demon, Slender Evil Spirit, and Bone Prison Evil Spirit all transformed into hundred-meter-tall "monsters," encircling the false hero from four directions.

"Mr. Lovecraft, although there's a small issue, rest assured, I can easily handle this falsehood." Blington said.

And now, seeing the giant blazing with light within the ritual, Lovecraft finally smiled.

His smile was so kind and warm, unlike the terrifying novelist pessimistic in nature; rather, he appeared just like a normal elder.

"Sorry, your tactics are indeed ingenious, inducing the U.S. army to blast Qijela apart, but actually, it was to divide and spread spores worldwide, subsequently through the four major concepts of suffering, learning, work, and debt, the Evil Spirits nearly twisted and infected everyone worldwide…"

"However, the reason for your failure is only one!"

Lovecraft crushed the test tube in his hand, causing Blington's pupils to shrink tight, for he saw the liquid from the test tube splattering around, instantly melting the surrounding as if it were butter sliced by a hot knife.

And on that melting ground, countless human souls were released, free from Qijela's control, muddleheaded, yet some regained consciousness, at this moment, frantically attacking all around as if in a reflexive response.

"Mr. Lovecraft, you!" Blington shouted in terror, realizing what it was—that's the ultimate Bacteriophage dedicated to polluting Qijela from underground!

Numerous twisted roots began entwining Lovecraft and in an instant shattered him, leaving him with merely a head intact.

At this moment, limitless fury almost clouded Blington's mind; nothing was more infuriating than being betrayed by one's "white moonlight."

"Why, Old Lovecraft?" He nearly howled, "Aren't we the same kind of people?"

"The same kind of people? No no no, although I am a pessimist, I have never opposed beautiful fantasies and hope. I like writing tragedies only because my era was just post-economic crisis, where society universally leaned towards pessimism, and tragedies simply sold well, needed it to survive." Lovecraft's head smiled, further adding,

"Oh, and I'm not called Lovecraft, I am Randolph Carter, merely a Legendary Investigator in the Cthulhu Mythos."

At this point, this Evil Spirit finally revealed his true name; he's not an origin of Cthulhu, merely a rather unremarkable Legendary Investigator from the Cthulhu novels. His head turned towards the countless twisted human souls within Qijela.

"Now, I proclaim you all to have been granted freedom, all must live well! Fly, birds!" The old Lovecraft… no, he should be called the old Randolph Carter now, said.

Blington's pupils once again shrank.

But he steadied his mind.

Even with this unexpected counterfeit hero appearing, even with Old Lovecraft betraying him.

Yet everything was still within control, that virus from Old Lovecraft merely brought minor trouble and awakened many within Qijela subsequently infected.

Nonetheless…

"Who would listen to you? Even if they regained their consciousness, they will forever remain caged birds bound by this world!" Blington mocked the opposite side, "Bound by learning, bound by work, bound by debt, when have they ever tasted freedom? Now it's just changed to me keeping them captive, would the lambs heed my words and rebel?"

Life starts oppressed in this world, puppets controlled, caged by parents in childhood, by learning in youth, by work in adulthood, by debt in old age…

They were born into this Hell's cage, when have they ever fought back?

Yet the old Randolph Carter laughed. In the next moment, he disdainfully glared at Blington: "You've greatly underestimated human nature, and also greatly underestimated the impact brought by true heroes in fantasies."

"Do you know how many in this world know this Giant?"

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"7.2 billion!"

"So, do you understand now?" Even if only a head remained, Randolph Carter still mocked his opponent.

"Even if it's 7.2 billion, so what?" Blington retorted in fury.

However, in the next moment, Blington felt something amiss, as an unparalleled "pain" emanated from within Qijela. The bacteriophage began to spread inside this ancient plant, reaching throughout its body!

"I forgot to tell you that I chatted with you just now to let my cells spread throughout this plant," Randolph Carter laughed, revealing his final sinister plan, "I was injected with a bacteriophage, and I even ensured every cell protected it perfectly hidden."

"I am a perfect 'biochemical bomb,' waiting for others to absorb me!"

"You... you!" Blington couldn't believe it. Why is it like this...

"This is my final trick, Xue Dili! The rest is up to you!"

...

The radiance shimmered across the land, the spinning Light Wheel slicing through the giant evil spirits gathering around.

"At least 4.3 billion people's prayers are needed?" Xue Dili smiled, reminiscing the World Consciousness's advice.

He lowered his head, gazing at the 12-year-old girl in his arms. In her eyes, only his glowing self remained, no longer aging, not even needing the transfer of Cursed Blood.

But at this moment, Xue Dili gently bowed his head and said, "Hermione, thank the world that you and I met!"

After speaking, Xue Dili kissed her forehead, leaving only the girl's stunned expression.

Through Aleye Hermione, the concept of "human collective subconscious," Xue Dili conveyed all his desires, dreams, and light to everyone in the world!

And in an instant, endless light responded to him, from everyone witnessing that light, offering their heartfelt prayers and blessings, all absorbed into his body!

3 billion!

3.5 billion!

4 billion!

4.5 billion!

...

"How is it possible, you numb creatures? Do you really dare to return to that hellish cage of society?" Blington roared at the countless souls radiating a faint glow.

Yet, no one paid him any attention.

Numerous school-uniformed children first raised their hands, no longer bearing the apathy and pain of studying but instead bursting with unmatched vitality and passion.

They seemed to cheer and say, "It's light! It's light!"

"I want to become light!"

"I want to watch TV now."

"But there's still class on the weekend..."

"Relax and play, it's not illegal to rest on the weekend."

The children laughed joyously, discarding stimulants and smart drugs, tossing their textbooks and "battle notes for entrance exams." Like the newborn sun, they weren't against learning. They just needed some time for themselves on weekends.

Next, were those working adults, undoing their ties, throwing away their paychecks, spreading their arms as if embracing freedom.

Finally, even those aimless middle-aged or elderly people gradually moved forward without looking back.

Upon seeing that glowing figure appear, they dropped all their suffering, exhaustion, and hardships, striding together towards the light. They seemed to be singing "take me higher," none asking why.

[Towards a distant future]

[Can't see today's wind, standing facing the ground, leave it all behind]

[Want to take you, take me higher]

[Go, with my dreams, take me higher]

[Fly to where spring blossoms, fly to poetry and the distance]

Everyone used their actions to prove Blington wrong. After Aleye Hermione's connection reached everyone, they recalled their childhood memories, their dreams, dropped all burdens, singing "take me higher," heading toward a future of poetry and distance.

They held hands, sang songs, played harmonicas, and their figures vanished from this hell.

The entire Qijela began to emit a faint glow, children's songs echoing inside, like a newborn sunrise, all the caged birds departing their confinement, just like in the song, taking their dreams, soaring higher.

Everyone unconditionally trusted in that light, not one questioning why.

"Why?" Blington roared, "What can they do after returning to the world? They're already dead! If they leave, their souls will evaporate immediately, but here with me, they are immortal and eternal ultimate beings! Why? Tell me why! Why do they trust that false luminary?"

"Birds are destined to fly, Blington. The cage isn't their life's entirety. Since the Cretaceous Period, they've freed themselves from the ground's shackles, soaring freely in the sky; some birds can never be caged," Randolph Carter looked at the souls turning into light and said with a smile,

"See, the birds are flying."

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