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It was under such struggle and torment that the final plan of that mysterious organization finally began. However, the Black Mechanism of the Hong Li Federation had also noticed the situation here, and dispatched combat forces to harass and fight. At the same time, numerous men in black began performing ceremonies, precisely when there was no time to spare elsewhere. This was also the case for the men in black in Lloyd’s area.

Seizing this chance, Lloyd approached the men in black with a vast amount of explosives. With a powerful explosion, the ceremony in this area was abruptly interrupted. Astonishingly, the men in black survived the blast while Lloyd, relying on his powerful immortality, was left with barely half his body intact. In the line of sight of one severely injured and one at death’s door, the organization’s final plan was activated, and the Miracle Garden appeared. But with the ceremony in this area interrupted and the ritual track incomplete, it instead cleared the path for the Miracle Garden. In the end, the Miracle Garden burst forth uncontrollably.

The mysterious organization’s plan had failed and declared bankruptcy.

Lloyd too closed his eyes in satisfaction and died completely.

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The Sixth Retrospection, the life of a Legendary Antiques owner, seemed even more full of ups and downs than the other retrospections. Although Lloyd’s final combat power wasn’t very strong, his overall experience remained quite legendary.

Moreover, that mysterious organization that appeared at the end, Casio had no need to guess, knew it was the Door Organization. They seemed to want to do something with the Miracle Garden left by the ancient Oyon Civilization? It was evident the Miracle Garden was important. Otherwise, the Door Organization wouldn’t have expended such enormous efforts, weaving a huge conspiracy that even implicated five nations.

“Black Serum Project, Black Soldier Program…”

In the trenches of a war-torn battlefield, Casio quickly reviewed the situation from this retrospection in his mind, finding a hint of amusement. He remembered a comic later known as “Captain Hong Li” published by the Hong Li Federation, which even made a special mention when dealing with the undying assassins of the Sand Dust Organization. It seemed the comics were not entirely fabricated, but stemmed from rumors.

Whoosh! Boom!

A shell landed nearby, black smoke billowing.

In the gunpowder-heavy frontlines of the battlefield, Casio had an expressionless face as if everything around him didn’t concern him. After a brief reflection, he had understood the two obsessions of the original owner of the Legendary Antiques, incredibly simple.

One, to destroy the Black Serum Project and the Black Soldier Program, including annihilating all data, raw materials, and laboratories of the five nations such as the Hong Li Empire and the Yana United States. Additionally, any other created Black Soldiers and test subjects must be eliminated to ensure that no Black Soldiers would appear on the battlefield again.

This was also what Lloyd had been working on after his mutation into darkness. However, his limited abilities only allowed him to kill other maddened Black Soldiers as much as possible, but he was powerless against the comprehensive plans and laboratories of several nations.

Two, to disrupt the plans of the mysterious organization, ensuring the schemers behind the scenes have a hard time! And this destruction must be greater than what Lloyd had originally achieved. For instance, completely killing a man in black from the mysterious organization.

If it had been Casio at the beginning, these two obsessions might have been a bit challenging. But now, with the might of the Holy Fist and Tyrant Fist, accompanied by a physique of the Dark Ultimate Level, he had an unbeatable start, what could be difficult?

What he found most troublesome were obsessions with time limitations or identity constraints. For example, becoming the overall commander of the Black Soldier Program in one month would mean that he’d have to maintain that identity for a month. Although easy, it indicated a waste of time and restraint on action. Obsessions like these were good when Casio’s strength was insufficient, but now he started with the power to do as he willed, and many seemingly difficult obsessions were no longer challenges.

“Two obsessions without time or identity restrictions.”

“This means, for this Sixth Retrospection, I can devote all my time and energy to planning things out. A favorable situation…”

On the battlefield, artillery roared, guns fired continuously, and screams rose and fell.

In the trenches, Casio remained emotionally unmoved, already planning the four tasks he intended to undertake next in his heart.

First, the Miracle Garden left by the ancient Oyon Civilization.

Second, the pinnacle battle between Blood Vulture Dominant Fist and the Totem King.

Third, hunting down a Dark Ultimate Entity to advance his martial arts progress.

Fourth, to find the Path of Extreme Fist and forge the Heart of Extreme Fist.

Compared to the frequently mentioned first three items, the fourth plan was also central to Casio. Perhaps he should visit the vast volcano in the Crystal Sand Sea? The Sonic Snake Extreme Fist and the True Ancestor of Blood seemed to have never settled their battle. Even in the era of the Real World, both seemed to maintain powerful strength, and the consequences of Casio’s potential involvement were unpredictable.

He would shelve this matter for now, to be considered at the very end.

Should the Heart of Extreme Fist remain elusive, he would address it then.

Boom, boom, boom!

Just as Casio pondered, another formation of bombers, like a flock of black geese, swooped down on the Hong Li Federation’s position, unleashing aerial bombs. Explosions rose and fell in succession, lifting dust laced with the scent of explosives.

Whoosh, boom boom boom boom boom!

High above, suddenly, a gigantic invisible palm swept across.

Like swatting flies, it blasted the entire Western Tri-Nations’ bomber formation midair. Explosives detonated, metal shattered, like fireworks.

From within the smoky trenches, a black silhouette slowly emerged.

At this moment, he stood alone in the midst of the chaotic battlefield, an excellent target. Yet, the soldiers from both sides seemed completely blind to Casio’s presence, as if selectively ignoring him, their eyes entirely blind.

Tap tap tap… Boom, boom, boom… Boom boom boom…

Bullets flew, shells struck, and explosives detonated violently.

In the midst of all the cascading barrages, a small area seemed invisible. All bullets that hit it were swallowed, the air like a mirror, not stirring a single ripple. Casio was like a person walking in a parallel world, stepping towards the rear of the Hong Li Federation’s troops.

With each step a flicker, his leaping figure was incredibly fast.

Casio didn’t do anything to the Western Tri-Nations’ military. Having reached the Holy Fist Realm, the conflicts and wars between humans and nations were left for them to resolve. But for the Dark creatures and forces like the Door Organization that sought to interfere, Casio showed no mercy. Right now, he was going to deal with the original host’s first Obsession.

Behind the Hong Li Federation’s battle lines, even further back than the battlefield hospital, was a military sanatorium within the Hong Li Federation. During this time, this sanatorium had been receiving major casualties from the front lines. Some still had a chance for recovery, while others were in despair, waiting for their eventual death.

Red tiles, white walls of the sanatorium, with green trees framing its third-floor windows.

An injured soldier lying in a patient bed there made his final decision.

“I agree to your terms, I’m willing to join this plan.”

The soldier’s voice was hoarse and weak, with blood seeping through his bandages, clearly not long for this world. Opposite him was a man dressed in military uniform with high rank insignia that didn’t carry an air of authority, likely an officer of some technical military branch.

For instance, a senior researcher of some military technology program.

“Good,”

“There’s no time to waste, let’s leave now. Your condition doesn’t look good; you’re bleeding heavily. A minute’s delay could lead to an accident…”

The officer held a form, ticking off a name as he spoke. And on that form, there were many other names. Some were crossed out, others circled.

Those circled had volunteered for the Black Soldier Program.

The Federation Military regarded this program with great importance and had been pushing it vigorously. Now, the first batch of Black Serum was finally going to be applied in practice!

And these people on the form would become the first super soldiers!

Several hours later, a vehicle was on the road. The officer himself was at the wheel, with the injured soldier from earlier in the back seat. Trees hid the way forward, as a small path led directly into the depths. As the car entered, patrols in the bushes took notice but allowed it to pass, recognizing the logo on the vehicle.

After another ten minutes, the vehicle was finally about to reach its destination.

The officer’s hands gripped the steering wheel as he let out a sigh.

He was about to remind the injured soldier lying in the back that they were almost there when his eyes suddenly widened, and he slammed on the gas pedal. The sharp screech of harsh braking filled the air.