After hearing Old Charlie’s explanation, San Zai was immediately astonished: “Are you saying that in the spatial evaluation system right now, Brother Yan’s planetary-grade high-energy mechanical gauntlet has weakened to the level of a healthy disabled person?” “Most likely, yes,” Old Charlie stated seriously. “To wield an advanced ability as terrifying as Extinction, the weapon spirit likely needs to be at the Legendary-grade, perhaps even with extreme limitations like a certain world only allowing its use a limited number of times.

By forcefully enduring it with its Deep Blue quality, the planetary-grade high-energy mechanical gauntlet has probably suffered an indelible injury due to the time entropy coefficient.” Fang Senyan tentatively inquired: “So, based on your assessment, to what extent has the weapon spirit of my gauntlet been damaged?” Old Charlie observed for a moment: “If the weapon spirit of the other gauntlet can be assessed as belonging to the age group of a youth, then the spirit of this one, burdened with the Extinction ability, has entered the elderly stage, at least sixty years old or more.” Fang Senyan’s brow furrowed tightly. He was concerned about only one thing: if he used Extinction again, wouldn't one of his planetary-grade high-energy mechanical gauntlets be completely scrapped, turning the set into a single piece!

However, given the current situation, the entire Ace Team was far from being able to relax. Their greatest threat was undoubtedly Loki and Fu.

Even though they had clashed once, they were nowhere near a mutually destructive outcome! It also had to be faced squarely that half of the contractors who had ambushed them in New York were still alive in this world!

Therefore, Fang Senyan himself truly could not guarantee that he wouldn’t need to use the gauntlet in the adventures ahead. “Then, should we continue using the +13 West?” San Zai proposed a possible solution.

Fang Senyan gave a wry smile: “The power of the West is solely due to its high Strength attribute, plus the few powerful random properties it rolled. But essentially, it’s still just a Deep Blue weapon!

If we attached the attributes of Extinction onto this thing… Yuanfang, oh no, Old Charlie, what do you think?” Old Charlie replied earnestly: “One strike.” “Hm?” “After one swing, before the Extinction attribute even takes effect, the weapon will turn to dust,” Old Charlie stated flatly. “The weapon spirit of that armament is still in its embryonic state; it certainly cannot support the massive drain required by the Extinction attribute.” Clearly, the situation was that Fang Senyan could not afford to use Extinction with anything less than a Legendary-grade piece of equipment.

Or, more accurately, the cost of using Extinction was so catastrophic that it would require filling the gap with the very life force of the weapon spirit within the gear! And once the equipment lost its spirit, even if it wasn't destroyed, it would certainly degrade into a Deep Blue item—a fall from grace.

In the time that followed, Fang Senyan and his group began searching for the whereabouts of Asia’s peak representative artifacts of art, while simultaneously following the prompts of the Nightmare Imprint to travel across the country, stopping the contractors who were sabotaging the Long March special vessels. During this period, they fought nearly seven or eight engagements.

One time, they even encountered a combined assault from two teams. That battle was fiercely fought; in the end, Fang Senyan and Reef, playing as dual Tanks, managed to shatter the enemy’s MT first, leading to the collapse and defeat of the opposing teams.

However, they were severely depleted and lacked the strength to pursue, thus missing the prime opportunity for a decisive hunt. After returning to their hotel lodging, Fang Senyan and the others rested for a while, when they suddenly heard a knocking at the door.

Even from the rhythm of the knock, they could tell it wasn't the polite deference of a waiter, but an attitude that was firm yet neither subservient nor overbearing. Furthermore, they could tell that although only one person was knocking, he must have a group following behind him.

Fang Senyan immediately rose, surveyed the surroundings, and opened the door. The person standing on the other side caused Fang Senyan a degree of surprise.

This was a man he had seen more than once on television and in newspapers—a central pillar of the nation's prominent young political faction, known for his tough stance yet skilled ability to seize opportunities. In Fang Senyan’s original world, the 2010 Diaoyu Islands repatriation incident was orchestrated behind the scenes by this very person, culminating in China establishing Diaoyu City on the islands.

Now, facing Mr. G directly, Fang Senyan played dumb, feigning slight confusion before asking: “Who are you looking for, sir?” Mr.

G smiled: “I’m looking for you.” Fang Senyan invited him inside, and the men behind Mr. G, with practiced synchronization, entered and stopped at six.

Even so, the normally spacious room felt quite cramped. Mr.

G immediately frowned and addressed the man beside him: “Xiao Kang, you stay. Everyone else, out!

If these four gentlemen intended me harm, what use would another sixty men be?” Mr. G possessed that kind of aura that immediately proclaimed high status and authority, yet in his demeanor and speech, he displayed no pretense, appearing approachable and making one feel instantly comfortable, as if walking in a spring breeze.

Not knowing why this important figure had sought him out at this time, Fang Senyan inquired: “I am merely an ordinary person, Mr. G.

You are a man of immense responsibilities; may I ask the purpose of your visit?” Mr. G laughed heartily: “You are no ordinary person, Xiao Kang!

Read the intelligence report from the General Staff Headquarters to this Mr. Sailor.” The man named Xiao Kang immediately stood up and began reading a series of intelligence documents from the paper in his hand: “Name/Codename: Sailor.” “Intelligence Source… Behavioral Patterns: After entering the country, he has appeared multiple times near major regional S-Plans.

Fierce battles erupt immediately after his appearance, often targeting other psychics. However, in every location where the Sailor and his companions have shown themselves, only one Long March vessel has been destroyed, and the probability of S-Plans being interfered with or sabotaged by psychics has decreased by over 89%.” “Habits: Indistinguishable from a normal person; treats civilians with kindness…” Fang Senyan listened to this introduction and didn't find it particularly surprising, as he hadn't intentionally hidden his identity.

Mr. G, however, stood up very seriously now: “On the eve of the apocalypse, the nation had already detected the presence of numerous psychics.

Because at the time, all focus had to be poured into the construction of the Long March specialized vessels, we lacked the capacity to manage this aspect, which temporarily put us in a very passive position. Whatever your objective might be, Mr.

Sailor, your actions have genuinely saved at least hundreds of thousands, perhaps millions, of our people. Therefore, on behalf of my country and my nation, I thank you!” Fang Senyan smiled: “There’s no need for such formality.

I am also of yellow skin, and I deeply love my heritage and race. While carrying out my duties, I don't mind contributing a bit extra for my own kind.

But please forgive me, I cannot disclose any further details.” Mr. G uttered an “Oh,” indicating understanding, but he quickly focused on the information in Fang Senyan’s words: “Duties?

Are you executing a mission? If so, could you perhaps reveal the specific nature of that mission?” Fang Senyan thought to himself, I’ve been doing good deeds without hiding my presence; I was waiting for this moment!

So, he immediately presented the list: “I am responsible for collecting these rare treasures and protecting them from being lost in the disaster. Once the apocalypse has passed, they will be returned intact.” Mr.

G looked at the list, frowned, made a few calls, and then decided resolutely: “Mr. Sailor, the three national treasures on this list—the Along the River During the Qingming Festival, the Yuan Dynasty Blue and White Porcelain of the Duke of Yu, and the He Shi Bi Imperial Seal—are currently in the hands of the domestic government.

I dare not guarantee you can obtain them right now, but the problem shouldn't be too great. However, the authentic manuscript of the Preface to the Orchid Pavilion Collection is held by the government in Taiwan; we can only provide you with the detailed address.

The Ramayana Relief is a national treasure of India, so we have temporarily received no feedback, but I believe providing an address will not be an issue.” Mr. G had viewed the combat footage of Fang Senyan and his group.

He understood that if they tried to seize the items by force, a conflict could result in significant losses for the nation. Coupled with the goodwill Fang Senyan’s group had shown upon arrival, the government was willing to gamble that Fang Senyan’s promise to return the items intact was true.

Truthfully, a rational analysis would reveal: At this critical juncture of the world’s end, items like art treasures were hardly the most important things; they were essentially external possessions. To put it plainly, most people who schemed over these national treasures did so for money.

But in the midst of the apocalypse, what use was money? Moreover, since Fang Senyan and his group possessed extraordinary abilities, they had ten thousand easier and faster ways to acquire wealth than the thankless task of defrauding the national treasures.

Therefore, Mr. G’s straightforwardness was not without foundation.

With a path forward for their group's title quest secured, everyone looked pleased. Mr.

G, reading their expressions, proposed another request to Fang Senyan: “Mr. Sailor, the government is currently troubled by a very significant problem.

If this problem is solved, the benefit to the general populace will perhaps outweigh the value of protecting one hundred Long March vessels.” “Actually, it was not the Americans who first accurately verified the 2012 apocalypse. It was our nation that obtained definitive confirmation during the rumored Millennium Doomsday around 1999 AD.

Subsequently, several major national projects were all laid out as groundwork for the 2012 world ending, such as the Qinghai-Tibet Railway, often cited as one of China’s Four Great Engineering Projects of the New Century…”