Noah finally launched a counterattack against humanity. After precise calculations by supercomputers, he came to the conclusion to reduce temperature specifically by adopting stratospheric dust cleansing, a plan that would take 120 years.

But when Noah decided to re-evaluate humanity, and as humans stepped into the cosmic space, it seemed they gradually forgot that dark history…

Blade Warrior said, "You are missing an important point."

"An important point? You mean… time."

"Exactly, God had given mankind ample time."

"Sorry, I don't believe in God."

"Whether you believe or not is not important, that's not the point itself. The way humans choose to reproduce is bound to be short-lived, a brief life is not enough to continue the legacy of knowledge."

Roland, "..."

Blade Warrior, "..."

Embarrassed, Roland said, "Um, so why are you telling me all this?"

"I bet it's definitely my last invention before I create a time-space machine," said Blade Warrior as he casually pulled out a bottle of Strength Pill, his eyes filled with despair as if he had lost faith in the path ahead.

"What is this now?"

"Life Potion. If there's any other achievement that can match the time machine, I think it would be this."

Blade Warrior shook the red bottle casually, "This potion can effectively delay the aging of biological cells. The main anti-aging component is extracted from tardigrade DNA. Unfortunately, it is rejected by human biological codes and cannot be effectively combined synchronously. Plus, every person's DNA arrangement is different, which leads to a challenging project that hasn't made much progress. If this invention were to succeed, it would increase the average lifespan of humans by at least 70 years."

"DNA, tardigrades…"

"Yes, by the way, have you read the 'Three-Body Problem'? The dehydrated brain hole in that civilization originated from tardigrades."

"How do you know that?"

"Just guessing."

Roland lightly covered her mouth and chuckled, suddenly feeling that Blade Warrior's imagination was even broader than that of the author. Little did she know, the next second Blade Warrior would actually ask her if she wanted to try a Strength Pill.

It was all a ruse, so this was what she wanted to say. Upon hearing this, Roland quickly stepped back and swiftly made her escape…

At the underground club in Dante Castle, Rafael had successfully blended in for two days, and during this time, this gambler had become somewhat famous within the club through his card trickery.

Aside from being extremely serious during gambling, his humorous communication skills and the never-lacking gentlemanly taste of his lifestyle, his smart attire, handsome looks, and aristocratic demeanor also invisibly scored him countless points, winning the attention of many ladies and young women in the circle.

Although being prone to gambling was already a part of his lifestyle, which certainly cost him points to some extent, there was nothing he could do about it. This was still based on the utterly terrible plan suggested by the strategical genius Eggy.

Even though Feng Yi had successfully infiltrated Dante Castle, the result made him regret his actions deeply. Although the ladies and young women paid attention to him, it was merely that. He seemed to be tagged with a danger label; for two days in a row, not a single person approached him, while various prostitutes instead flocked to him continuously.

Alas! It was all because he had believed Eggy's nonsense. Since he had chosen this no-return path, even if he won by lying down, he had to lie until the end. Determined to stick it out to the end, Feng Yi decided to see it through.

Thus, in an era where everyone was unleashing their true selves, the always proud Rafael truly decided to engage in a high-stakes gamble with the gambling god, Phoenix.

Of course, ordinary people had no qualification to gamble against Phoenix, but Rafael, being a recently famous figure, was desperate enough to wager even his own hand as the stake.

As soon as the news broke, it instantly exploded, and the area around the gambling venue was already packed with people, so crowded that it couldn't get any more crowded...

Between them, one had been in the gambling world for many years; he was none other than Phoenix, reputed as the underground gambling god.

The other was the unconventional Rafael, a flamboyant man whose unpredictable behavior enchanted and intoxicated others.

This was definitely a contest between the grassroots and the elite, a battle between the vicious dog and the lone wolf.

Initially, everyone thought Rafael stood no chance, but unexpectedly, he burst out with triple Aces in the final phase, turning the tables. This gamble tested not just their mental states but also pitted their wills against each other, tore reputations apart, and collided philosophies.

The scene then plunged into madness; women tore off their tops, and numerous men even engaged in physical confrontations on the spot, a situation befitting the ancient saying: "Brother, if it must be, strike me."

The stakes were high on the stage, and those below it were no less significant. Some bet on Rafael, but more placed their fortunes on Phoenix, only to see him unexpectedly countered by Rafael's move, and the news spread throughout the underworld gambling community overnight.

The outcome completely overturned most people's expectations. Although Rafael had never lost in smaller settings, who knew he could defeat a heavyweight gambling god in one fell swoop?

In that gamble, Feng Yi's reliance was not on experience—since the opponent could have played him dead. He relied on his visual sharpness, hand speed, and psychological control.

Feng Yi realized that the gambling god Phoenix had extremely solid mental fortitude, and although he used some minor tricks secretly, he won anyway. Knowing his opponent had tricks up his sleeve, big brother's boys were no pushovers; after all, winning was all that mattered.

After winning that battle, he did not mock his opponent, indulge in creating momentum, or display smugness—it simply wasn't in him. Winning over the gambling god Phoenix seemed like an everyday triviality to Rafael, and following the event, his reputation soared to unprecedented heights.

As the saying goes, true masters are often hidden amongst the common folk; this was an awe-inspiring strength.

Not long after, various powers covertly extended olive branches to him, and an endless stream of noble young ladies and married women sought to flirt with him, throwing themselves at him... After all, such a young and charismatic charmer was not just handsome, humorous, and witty; he was also a financial gold mine.

Unfortunately, it was too late. Despite the continuous overtures from the aristocracy, Rafael always politely declined their invitations, yet never lost his gentlemanly demeanor, whether dancing an endless waltz, offering positive critiques, or taking care of miscellaneous issues like paying for dinner.

In essence, Rafael was undeniably the most mysterious, gentlemanly, best gambler, and most flamboyant man, admired for cherishing and respecting women. "Only gallant, never vulgar" had become the new label given to him by the noble ladies.

After all, he had fallen in love with a woman, and was willing to give up rivers, lakes, and seas for this small stream, willing to lose an entire forest for this single blossoming peach tree—indeed, he was a lonely and unique figure, a hunter wandering through the jungle, a wolf from the north, who had now found his ultimate prey.

To be precise, it was a romantic snowy night when he saw the solitary silhouette of a girl from behind; without hesitation, he draped his brown Feng Yi over Jiu Ling's slender, delicate body.

Turning around, the beauty of this ethereal figure did not disappoint compared to her silhouette. Compared to the made-up opulence, she wore only light makeup, but this could not mask the noble aura emanating from Jiu Ling. Despite being a mobile suit pilot, she was also the cherished pearl of a parliamentary family faction, a nobility ingrained deep in her bones and soul, irreplicable.

Jiu Ling didn't seem to be in a good mood; her deep, sorrowful gaze touched him!

At that moment, Rafael found his little sun and felt a surge of longing within him, prompting him to launch a fierce romantic pursuit of Jiu Ling.

Jiu Ling did not reject Rafael's approach, but neither was she enthusiastic. She had many concerns—from Mary's death to the frontline battles, let alone emotions. Although she did not dislike Rafael, she disliked gambling and what seemed like his somewhat frivolous attitude.

After spending several days together, when Rafael heard the word "no" from Jiu Ling, he silently turned and left without looking for her again.

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