Chapter Sixty-One: Victory on Both Fronts

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At the heart of the digital universe.

The duel between destruction and protection had reached its most brutal stalemate.

Anderson’s “Demon-God of Destruction” moved like an inexhaustible war machine; every swing of its Thunder Hammer sent violent tremors through the very laws of this coded realm.

Lin Feng’s “Guardian Dragon” remained coiled at the universe’s core, an unyielding force of order. No matter how wild the storm raged, it stood immovable, dissolving every attack into nothingness.

This was a battle of will and computing power.

In terms of computing power, both sides were evenly matched.

But in will… Anderson was the first to falter.

“Boss! The ‘Cleaner’ squad… has lost contact!”

A scream filled with terror and despair pierced his tightly focused mental core, transmitted through a specially encrypted spatial channel—like a poisoned needle stabbing deep.

“The last monitoring signal… before it was cut, showed… a woman… with a sniper rifle…”

Sniper rifle!

That word struck Anderson’s iron-clad psyche like a bolt of black lightning, cleaving through his defenses.

His proudest trump card—the one meant to strike at the heart, a supposedly flawless plan—had been shattered by the opponent’s most primitive, wild, and irrational force: pure violence.

“No! Impossible!” Anderson’s code-forged “Demon-God” body suddenly froze. The massive figure’s core data stream, representing his mental stability, began to fluctuate violently and abnormally.

He even abandoned suppressing the “Guardian Dragon” for a moment, turning in digital space to unleash a furious roar at Lin Feng.

“She has PTSD! She can’t shoot! My plan… was perfect!”

His mind was in chaos.

And where the mind falters, the law cracks.

“Anderson…”

Within the digital universe, Lin Feng, who had remained silent, suddenly unleashed a dazzling golden brilliance from his deep eyes.

He had waited for this moment!

He keenly seized the opponent’s rare, fleeting, fatal flaw—exposed by Anderson’s mental turmoil.

“Game…”

Lin Feng’s voice became icy cold, devoid of emotion, like a deity issuing final judgment from the heavens.

“—is over.”

As his words fell, the “Guardian Dragon” behind him, which had held its defensive posture, suddenly raised its head and unleashed a roar that shook the entire digital universe.

“Roooar—!”

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The dragon opened its colossal maw, vast as a nebula.

But what it expelled was not a flame capable of burning all.

Instead—

A torrent composed of billions of ancient and sacred Eastern “guardian” runes, each shining with eternal golden light, as if born at the dawn of civilization.

A chain of law, brilliant as the Milky Way, irresistible as fate.

This chain, forged from the purest guardian will, ignored space, defense, even logic, binding the still-frenzied “Demon-God” of Destruction from head to toe in a flash.

“Szzz—!”

The golden “guardian” runes branded themselves deep into the “Demon-God’s” body of dark code, like countless hot irons.

Destruction met protection.

Chaos met order.

The black code of destruction, confronted by this higher law—embodying life and survival—wailed in agony, furiously purified, dismantled, dissolved like snow under the blazing sun.

…

“No!!”

Anderson cried out in despair.

But before he could sever his mental link to the “Demon-God,” something far more terrifying happened.

Lin Feng did not stop.

His consciousness, now fused with the “Guardian Dragon,” surged like a reverse-flowing golden lightning, following the mental link Anderson, in his panic, had failed to close—rushing back along the quantum communication channel connecting reality and the virtual world!

Inside Anderson’s safehouse.

Wracked by psychic backlash, Anderson was kneeling, clutching his head in agony.

Suddenly, the giant wall of sixteen screens before him—all showing scenes of defeat—was instantly and utterly flooded by an overwhelming, blinding gold.

At the center of the screen wall, a message appeared, written personally by Lin Feng, lazy yet brimming with infinite mockery—a golden note.

“Anderson, I’ve received your delivery address.”

“—Remember to check your mail.”

Below the message, a clear, precise GPS coordinate—right down to the door number—flashed with a red spot.

Anderson jerked his head up, staring at the coordinate—it was exactly where he was at that moment!

All the anger and resentment on his pain-twisted face were instantly replaced by a chilling terror rising from the depths of his soul.

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The triumphant anthem rang out, both online and offline.

On the real-world battlefield.

The gunfire in the backstage had ceased.

Li Rui, captain of the armed police special operations team, approached Xiao Ran, who had just put down her sniper rifle and was leaning against the wall to steady her breath, and saluted her with impeccable military precision.

His eyes were filled with genuine reverence for this legendary figure.

“Reporting, Chief Xiao!” His voice boomed with pride. “The ‘Cleaner’ armed squad, twelve in total, has been completely eliminated! No casualties on our side! Hostages and core equipment—all safe!”

“Real-world crisis…”

“—resolved!”

On the cyber battlefield.

Within the digital universe, the once-invincible “Demon-God of Destruction” had been utterly purified by the “Chain of Law,” collapsing and dissolving into countless golden fragments.

Lin Feng’s consciousness slowly exited the server core, returning to his familiar console.

He removed the unremarkable headphones from his head, massaged his sore neck, and looked up just as Xiao Ran entered the command center, having finished her backstage tasks.

He flashed her a relaxed “OK” gesture.

“All done.”

His tone was as casual as if he’d just finished an ordinary game.

“The idiot’s hideout coordinates are encrypted and sent to your phone.”

“—Free global shipping, dear.”

Xiao Ran gazed at Lin Feng’s slightly weary, yet mischievous smile.

Lin Feng looked back at Xiao Ran’s face, still pale but with eyes once again clear and resolute.

Across the bustling command center—filled with colleagues cheering, embracing, and weeping with joy after surviving the ordeal—the two exchanged smiles.

On the main screen, the alarming red that had represented all threats quietly faded away.

All that remained was a field of blue—

The color of peace and victory.