Let Me Game in Peace Chapter 1897 - The Only Choice

Following the words of Ant City’s Guardian, she abruptly dashed ahead, materializing like a specter before Zhou Wen and launching a strike at his head.

Zhou Wen’s form flickered away amid stacked spatial layers. He stayed in perpetual instant transmission, scattering afterimages all across Ant City.

Yet, the Ant City Guardian’s palm still connected. Zhou Wen lifted both hands to block it while his Unique New World power exploded outward.

Bang!

!!

The Ant City Guardian’s palm obliterated Zhou Wen and the Unique New World. Darkness swallowed his sight as he got booted from the game.

His phone displayed “Failed Rookie Training.” Zhou Wen dove back into the game. The Ant City Guardian lingered there unchanged.

Donning the combat suit in the game made everything feel intensely real. However,

his death came too swiftly, leaving no time to fully absorb the details.

Zhou Wen clearly understood that Ant City’s Guardian possessed Strength and Speed far beyond his own. She was probably Cosmic-grade, unlike him. Her sheer Strength and Speed alone could end him effortlessly.

Far from disheartening him, death filled him with excitement.

Cosmic-grade power was exactly what he sought. Only reaching the Cosmic grade would let him join the clash between the Devil King and The Thearch, preventing their universe-shattering destruction.

The phone’s rookie training wasn’t meant for him originally. He fell short of the activation threshold. Forcing it open left breakthrough as his sole path forward.

Ant City’s Guardian unleashed her palm strike once more. Zhou Wen realized dodging was impossible. Even instant transmission failed him. No speed could save him

now.

Fighting back directly? Utterly hopeless. Her palm’s devastating force could annihilate a universe. Apocalypse grade’s pinnacle paled against such might.

Unable to evade or clash head-on, borrowing her power was his only option. Zhou Wen thrust toward the Ant City Guardian’s palm, infusing it with a pulling force that siphoned her strength.

But the instant their palms touched, Zhou Wen’s hand exploded. His arm and body burst apart, killing him before he could wield the stolen power.

“Failed Rookie Training…”

Facing Ant City’s Guardian once again, Zhou Wen switched to offense first. His full might morphed into myriad sword beams, cascading like a stellar river onto Ant City’s Guardian.

Bang!

The sky-filling sword beams shattered as a palm seized Zhou Wen’s head and

pulverized it.

“Failed Rookie Training…”

Failure piled upon failure. Each time, Zhou Wen swapped powers and tactics, yet results stayed shockingly the same. Not a single blow from Ant City’s Guardian could he endure. Total domination ruled.

Ultimately, Apocalypse grade remained part of the Mythical stage.

Terror, Calamity, and Apocalypse all fell under Mythical stage bounds, while Cosmic transcended them entirely.

Endless deaths spurred no despair. Rather, his Strength and Speed kept climbing.

The fight’s pressure let him boost his Strength and Speed

further.

Sadly, no level of speed or strength let him survive Ant City’s Guardian’s palm.

This approach fails. All improvements stay trapped within this universe’s rules. Her palm, however, can shatter a whole universe. Thus, no speed or strength avails me. Only breaking free of this universe’s rules will block that strike. Zhou Wen grasped his defeats’ root, but surpassing universal rules? Born and bred within it, he was woven into its fabric—how to transcend? Thoughts turned to Devil King and The Thearch. Their power defied universal rules, placing them firmly at Cosmic grade. Devil King’s method eluded him.

The Thearch, though, had shown it plainly before. Her wish power broke universal rules. Forsaking herself, she cast off her birth-universe too, gaining true independence. That path shone clear. To follow, Zhou Wen needed his New World power to defy the universe’s might. Once New World power outstripped the crumbling universe’s rules, Cosmic grade awaited.

Yet advancing to Cosmic this way mirrored The Thearch and Devil King’s strength. Unleashing it would ravage the universe.

Their duel had nearly collapsed everything.

Joining them would hasten the end.

Such a Cosmic breakthrough equaled defeat. It matched Ant City’s Guardian’s guidance—ascend to Cosmic before doom, then unlock the universe’s door to the main universe.

Survival for Zhou Wen, yes, but his family and friends would perish with this universe.

Devil King and The Thearch might endure, but everyone else faced certain death.

No, that’s not my way. My path stays unwavering. Destruction isn’t my goal. Zhou Wen eyed the incoming palm of Ant City’s Guardian as Unique New World power surged anew.

Bang!

Zhou Wen’s body fragmented once more. Another failure.

He skipped re-entering the game. Instead, he stood amid the cosmos, feeling the universe’s impending ruin. Stars detonated as collapse spread.

Creatures everywhere panicked in flight. Cosmic beings scattered like terrified fowl. Zhou Wen sensed the whole universe, then abruptly pulled back his awareness. Vast beyond belief, it felt unreal. His focus sharpened relentlessly.

Supercluster, galactic cluster, Local Group,

Milky Way Galaxy, Gould Belt, Local Bubble, Local Interstellar Cloud, Oort Cloud, Solar System, Earth, East District, Guide Ancient

City.

His sight funneled narrower and narrower, settling on cherished faces. Ya’er, Wang Lu, Li Xuan, Ouyang Lan, Zhou Lingfeng, An Jing, Zhang Yuzhi, Feng Qiuyan, Ming Xiu, Qin Zhen. Familiar visages streamed past Zhou Wen’s eyes. Sudden clarity struck—he knew why he’d spurned the Lost Immortal Sutra’s Apocalypse path, clinging instead to an incomplete ascent.

That route demanded destruction for rebirth. No ruin, no renewal. A new universe’s birth spelled the old one’s death. Cosmic advancement birthed a new universe, with New World as its embryonic seed.

This seed drew sustenance from the dying universe, sprouting until it supplanted the old. Doom for the host universe.

Universes varied in might and scale. A robust one might spawn several successors without total demise.

But this universe already birthed Devil King and The Thearch. Risking Cosmic via this? Collapse loomed certain. Zhou Wen refused the gamble.

Why demand destruction to birth anew? This universe bore and nurtured me. Here, lives gave me purpose; here, I hold dear ones close. Flawed, grotesque, battle-worn, death’s doorstep—it’s still my heart’s perfect realm. My sole choice. Destiny sealed it at my birth. Zhou Wen lifted his gaze, resolve hardening his eyes. Unique New World power unfurled, merging slowly with the fracturing universe.