After Beating the Game, I Became the Villain BOSS

Chapter 548: Chapter 354: Second Generation King_2

"Boom!!!" Along with the thunderous roar that echoed across the Northern Border District, the tunnel insect’s mountainous body blew open into a deep pit of blood and flesh, cracks spreading densely across its entire body, blood pouring down like torrential rain.

The massive beast let out a mournful cry and hurriedly turned to dive towards the ground, burrowing back into the underground depths with a rumbling noise.

Obviously, Fenrir did not expect reinforcements to appear at this time. After a moment of surprise, she squinted slightly, looking at the elderly man standing in front of her.

This old man’s age showed clearly, with a full head of white hair and a wrinkled face indicating he was likely over eighty years old. His body bore unmistakable signs of recent prosthetic implant surgery, with dried blood from the operation still visible.

Electric arcs danced constantly in his weary eyes, plasma energy from an overloaded power core materializing entirely, forming a fiery blaze on the surface of his body.

Having battled numerous strong foes before, Fenrir quickly recognized the "third-level overload" characteristic!

"At this age, with advanced prosthetics, still able to use third-level overload..." Fenrir gazed at the elderly man, a moment of reverie matching him with a figure from her memory. She smiled slightly, saying, "Old man, so you’re still alive."

Gordon: "You know me?"

Fenrir: "I grew up hearing your stories."

The First Generation King of the Dawn 103rd Year.

The Uncrowned King of the Dawn 153rd Year.

Fifty years apart, two generations of borderland kings met each other for the first time.

Fenrir temporarily withdrew from her wolf transformation state, giving herself a moment to breathe, and then took out a broken cigar from her pocket, saying pointedly, "My dad said you vanished suddenly back then, a lot of people thought you were dead... I never imagined I’d see you with my own eyes."

Before she had a chance to put the cigar in her mouth, Gordon reached over and snatched it, saying in a parental tone, "Kids should smoke less, it’s bad for the body."

Fenrir stood there, stunned, clearly this renowned wolf assault leader never imagined being called a "child," but upon reflection, found no fault in it.

Gordon casually pressed the cigar against his body, and the high-temperature plasma energy from the third-level overload instantly ignited it.

He held the burning cigar in his mouth, inhaled deeply, then coughed a few times, saying, "I’ve never gotten used to cigars, too choking... but better than nothing."

Fenrir was silent for a moment, then asked, "You’ve been quiet for forty or fifty years, why appear now?"

Gordon didn’t answer, merely took big puffs of the cigar.

Ever since he went incognito as a doctor, for the health of his patients, he quit smoking, hadn’t touched tobacco.

But at this moment he was constantly drawing from the cigar, soothing his throat which had been parched for four or five decades.

Only after devouring the cigar did he take a long, freeing breath, as if coming back to life.

"You should leave." He said.

Fenrir: "Can’t leave, if I don’t hold the beast’s main force here, the rear defense line will collapse."

Gordon: "Go, child, you’ve got a long road ahead, don’t die in a place like this. Protect Dongdong and that white-haired girl, take them with you. Leave this to me."

Fenrir looked back at the severely injured and unconscious Nuobai and Dongdong not far behind, silent for a moment.

After a while, she asked softly, "And you? Can you hold this alone?"

Gordon: "I’ll solve the problem here once and for all."

Fenrir’s pupils slightly defocused upon hearing this.

The current issue stems from the passageway bored by the tunnel insect.

This channel, stretching for hundreds of kilometers, connects the Land of No Master and the borderland, allowing beasts to continuously pour through.

Its structure lies nearly a kilometer underground, where current human weapons cannot reach, incapable of completely collapsing it.

Collapsing only the surface of the channel would be futile, as the tunnel insect would quickly bore through it again, only addressing the symptoms, not the cause.

To solve the problem once and for all, there’s only one method: releasing an astronomically large amount of energy deep inside the channel, destroying its stable structure from the root, while simultaneously killing the tunnel insect beneath the layers.

And the only way a Prosthetic Implanter could achieve this would be...

Fenrir’s eyes turned complex as she gazed at Gordon.

Gordon’s tone was calm and soft: "I’m old, can’t maintain the prosthetic with daily strength, have to forcefully inject overdosage of immune agents."

"That dose is enough to completely destroy my body, now barely being supported by the prosthetic’s life support system, probably just got a few dozen minutes left to live."

"Go, I’m already a walking corpse, nothing to pity, let me do this last thing for you children."

Fenrir slowly closed her eyes, not knowing if it was unwillingness to face this soon-to-be-extinguished king like a flickering candle.

She didn’t speak, only silently clenched her fist, extending her hand towards Gordon.

Gordon also temporarily withdrew from third-level overload state, extinguishing the plasma energy on his body, raising his fist to meet hers.

Two fists collided, bridging the generations between two borderland kings.

"Rumble—" The ground began shaking again, clearly another batch of beasts was about to burst from the channel.

Gordon said heavily: "Go!"

Fenrir didn’t hesitate or overthink, sprinting towards Nuobai and Dongdong at the back.

Having just picked up Nuobai single-handedly, she suddenly heard a weak voice nearby: "Old geezer?..."

Dongdong had woken up at some unknown time, her body reaching its limit, barely able to move, just staring blankly at Gordon.

Gordon smiled gently at her: "Child, sorry for hiding this from you for so long."

While Dongdong was dazed, Fenrir grabbed and hoisted her onto the other shoulder.

Dongdong snapped back, fearfully asking: "What are you doing? Where are you taking me?!"

Fenrir said in a deep voice: "Neither of you can make it, I need to safely return you to Director Su."

Dongdong pounded Fenrir’s back, struggling desperately: "Let go of me! Let go! Take Sister Bai, I can still fight! Don’t leave the old geezer here alone!"

Fenrir ignored Dongdong, as she could feel how weak the punching on her back was.

She turned to give Gordon one last look, saying deeply: "Farewell, senior."

With that, she carried Dongdong and Nuobai away from the battlefield.

Dongdong’s face was full of panic, desperately reaching out to Gordon, seemingly wanting to grasp him: "Don’t stay here alone! Come with us! Come with us!!!"

Her cries brought nothing but an ever-growing distance.

Finally, something snapped inside her heart, a wail bursting forth: "Don’t leave me!!!"

Gordon gazed far ahead at the departing Dongdong, tears blurring his vision upon hearing her cry.

Amid the blur, the scenery changed unpredictably, time seeming to flow back to earlier, back to his former life.

The Dawn 103rd Year, the second year of the Border Isolation Act, when he became the first king of this hostile land.

The year before his ascension, almost every day was spent killing, fighting from the West District to the East District, crushing over a dozen large violent organizations, killing thousands of Extraordinary Strong Persons.

Then he crossed the Rust Wall alone to confront the Public Security Bureau, breached the Anti-Violence Squad Four Headquarters, slaughtering half of the famous Alpha Squad, terrifying the City Council.

Returning to the borderlands drenched in blood, he was met with overwhelming cheering and the adoration of countless border people.

From then on, he became the true king of the borderlands, indulging in the pleasure of this identity.

Ordinary people’s fearful reverence upon seeing him.

The respectful yet fearful eyes of the thugs.

The heads of major groups bowing and scraping like dogs before him.

With a single command, countless people eagerly volunteered to serve him.

Whoever he wished to live could live.

Whoever he wished to die had to die.

He reveled at the peak of the borderlands, releasing pent-up frustrations and insecurities of youth, laughing arrogantly, thinking he would always rule like a sovereign here.

Until...