"This is the first problem we face... Location! The second problem is simpler, and that is preserving Zheng Zha's strength... Before battling his duplicate, Zheng Zha, you absolutely cannot engage with anyone stronger than the Fourth Stage, including monsters of an equivalent tier. You must adhere to this. If my conjecture is correct, your duplicate will also follow this directive. No matter how powerful you both become, at least until you break through the Fifth Stage of the Gene Lock, neither of you can easily dispatch a Fourth Stage expert in a short time. Leave the rest to us." Chu Xuan looked at Zheng Zha and spoke with a seriousness rarely seen on his face, reserved only for crucial experiments... or those guaranteed to result in a massive explosion.

Zheng Zha sighed, nodding silently. After a moment, he asked, "What do we do next?"

"Leave this wasteland. Find a town. Or anywhere with living people. We must first confirm our location. Then, we need to return to the place where Resident Evil 1 took place; the most vital clue is hidden there..." Chu Xuan confirmed with a nod.

The others didn't press about the clue. They couldn't see even a shadow of a clue now, so they certainly couldn't know what might be concealed within that Resident Evil 1 laboratory. However, their trust in Chu Xuan—or perhaps, rather, the experience gained from being manipulated, and watching others manipulated by him numerous times—meant they complied readily with his words. So, they all rose and began walking toward a certain direction in the desert.

"Speaking of which, I actually thought the final battle would prohibit the Rebirth Cross," Zhang Heng muttered while walking, "but it didn't at all. I should have exchanged for that item..."

"No, it actually has been prohibited..." This final battle requires establishing three points first. The first is whether the ultimately victorious team will even appear. If they do appear, then even if they die and return to the 'Main God' space via the Rebirth Cross, the fate awaiting them will be annihilation.

"The second point: Can we return to the 'Main God' space? My answer is no, at least there is an eighty percent chance we cannot. Because the most obvious point is the rules prompt 'Main God' gave us."

"'Enter Sub-Level Seven Underground Laboratory alive, and remain there for three hours, with no team achieving the goal of completely eliminating all other teams, and then you will return to the 'Main God' space for another cycle of reincarnation'—that is the original wording from 'Main God.' What does this imply? It implies that even after staying for three hours, one does not safely return to the 'Main God' space, but rather secures the condition of not being erased after a hundred days. At that point, one still needs to leave the laboratory and survive safely for those hundred days, or they might still be killed. This is a straightforward proof by contradiction. If there were one team incredibly powerful, capable of destroying all other teams, but some members of those other teams reached Sub-Level Seven, and were then sent back to the 'Main God' space, the first victory condition would never be met because that powerful team would fail the mission of eliminating all others. Looking at 'and no team achieves the goal of completely eliminating all other teams,' this phrase suggests the first victory condition takes priority. In other words, those who enter the laboratory and stay for three hours only obtain the qualification of not being erased after a hundred days; they will not be directly transmitted back to the 'Main God' space."

Zhang Heng was still somewhat confused. Seeing that the others around him seemed equally bewildered, he curiously asked, "What about that?"

"It’s simple. If this is the primary priority, then the Rebirth Cross will only provide the resurrection function and not the return function, as it would contradict the primary priority. Do you see? In that case, the Rebirth Cross becomes a useless trinket, a waste of reward points and side mission effort."

While this discussion unfolded, the group noticed Chu Xuan pulling numerous components from his space bag as he walked, assembling them meticulously to himself. As the parts and apparatus grew larger, he was forced to stop, and the others watched him with utter bewilderment.

"Doraemon... what wonderful thing have you pulled out of your dimensional pouch now? A bamboo-copter? Or a shrinking flashlight?"

"A miniature satellite."

"Oh... a miniature satellite? A miniature satellite?"

"Er, if we use the Yellow Turban Warriors to lift it tens of thousands of meters high, and then use its internal propulsion system to decouple—it can maintain a low-Earth orbit. This way, we could..." Chu Xuan explained, his head bowed.

"I know what a satellite is. What I want to ask is... a miniature satellite? What for?" Zheng Zha stared blankly at the triangular metal object taking shape on the ground. It looked vastly different from the conventional shape of a satellite; if no one told you, you would mistake it for the metal creation of an abstract artist.

"Intelligence. We need intelligence. Vast amounts of it." Chu Xuan glanced up at Zheng Zha, then sneered, "The total number of other teams, their personnel count, which faction they belong to, or if they are unaffiliated. Their locations, and our location. The laboratory's location. All surrounding terrain—we lack everything. In this horror film world, no single team possesses overwhelming 'momentum.' In other words, even a slight gain in intelligence could have a decisive impact on the entire conflict. Don't you think?"

"I know intelligence is important!" Zheng Zha stared at Chu Xuan, "But don't overdo it. Even if we call you Doraemon, that's just a joking nickname. Who knew you’d actually whip out something so bizarre..."

Chu Xuan ignored him, continuing to tinker with the miniature satellite. After a long time, the object finally took shape. Then, he pulled out three pieces of yellow cloth from his space bag. He tossed the three yellow cloths into the air; by the time they settled on the ground, they had transformed into three smaller Yellow Turban Guards.

"Now... launch the satellite."

"It really is launching a satellite, just as you predicted, Chu Xuan..." At a location on the American continent, where the Demon Squad was situated, a girl watched Chu Xuan with a mixture of astonishment and admiration. As she watched, she said, "Besides that, the location of Sub-Level Seven Underground Laboratory has been confirmed. It cost over 3700 points... three times as much as necessary. Should we continue monitoring the Central Continent team?"

"No need. From now on, monitor them once every three days. Instead, the Heavenly God Squad needs daily monitoring for one to two hours, broken down into twenty-four intervals... My main body and I share similar thinking; our strategies won't deviate much. Furthermore, he knows the special advantage we hold, so if my guess is correct... he plans to use an open strategy against us from the start, forcing a King vs. King, Soldier vs. Soldier confrontation step by step."

Chu Xuan was sitting not far from her. This man was also tinkering with something similar to the Chu Xuan in the Central Continent team—a strange, triangular satellite. The girl hesitated, then quietly said to the Chu Xuan beside her, "But we have such a huge advantage; why initiate a battle like this? Isn't it unfair to us? Can you persuade the Captain?"

As soon as she spoke, the Copy-Zheng Zha, who had been sitting nearby with his eyes closed, opened them. He glanced at the girl, "Zhang Xiaoxue, I don't care if you possess the Investiture of the Gods or if you like Chu Xuan. I just want to tell you one thing... Do not interfere or sabotage the battle with him. During the fight, let the two teams battle each other. Whichever team's members win first can join the fight between me and him. As long as you are strong enough, you can join the fight. But before that—before my fight with him—I don't want to see any person or event interfering with this confrontation, or I swear I will kill them!"

"Give me the location of Sub-Level Seven Laboratory. I will wait for him on the ground there... If he doesn't even possess the qualification to meet me, then there's no point in starting any King vs. King, Soldier vs. Soldier battle. If he can break through all obstacles and arrive before me with almost no loss of strength... then this fair fight will be my reward for him."

The scene shifted back to the Central Continent team’s location. Chu Xuan and the others looked up at the ascending satellite. After a long while, Zheng Zha called out to the group, "Let's go. Nothing will happen just standing here. Let's keep moving forward."

Everyone snapped back to attention and continued walking. Only Chu Xuan remained standing, frowning, deep in thought. Only after the group had walked a hundred meters away did he slowly follow behind, his brow perpetually furrowed. One couldn't imagine what kind of conundrum could possibly stump this man... If someone were standing beside Chu Xuan at this moment, they might hear his murmuring soliloquy:

"...For everything gained, something must be lost... If it is a causality-based omniscience attribute or weapon, then what must be lost? Nine out of ten chances—Luck?"