"You're awake."

"Hmm?" Kexiao snapped out of his daze at the sound of a voice, his mind still unclear about what was happening around him. He could feel the mysterious and unfathomable fullness of the four-dimensional space enveloping him.

"Who's speaking to me?"

"It's me."

"You are...?"

Watching Mo Ying's ethereal form appear before him and then silently vanish, Kexiao felt his brain struck by lightning. Images of what happened before his death rushed back to him—the moment of mutual destruction with the Cantelu warrior. "Why am I here? I died, didn't I? What is this place?"

"In human terms, this is the fourth-dimensional space located in the Aries constellation within the universe. The Blade Warrior sent you here."

As Mo Ying's thoughts briefly conveyed the information, Kexiao suddenly understood everything happening around him, including what transpired after he died and how he came to be here in this form.

The truth unfolded: Sky Shadow had discovered that Aries concealed a hidden expanse of fourth-dimensional space, within which existed a higher-dimensional observer. It was due to this observer's presence that he was briefly awakened.

"You..."

Mo Ying seemed to have thought of something but chose not to explain.

Kexiao also sensed what Mo Ying wanted to say...

"You can go back to sleep now."

With a sudden crack of lightning, Kexiao's response was extraordinarily quick—especially in the elevated dimensions of the fourth space. At those words, his head buzzed instantly, and he wanted to exclaim, "Damn, that's cold! How shameless can you be?" But before he could voice the thought, or even convey it mentally, he had lost awareness once again.

——

Meanwhile, on the Eastern Hemisphere of the Earth District of the Federal Capital Planet...

A chubby man was aimlessly wandering the streets...

Returning to days of peace was, frankly, a bit dull. During this period, Zhang Xiaobo had hustled everywhere to leave the military, running back and forth tirelessly. He had just wrapped up these efforts yesterday.

Now, he was planning to open a small boutique-style bar, preferably near the beach or in a scenic area—an idea suggested by Sara.

After all, back in that dimension, Sara was a bar owner herself and had plenty of experience running a bar. However, considering the differences between dimensions—including local law enforcement and the disparities from Dimension 103—this plan wasn't guaranteed to work. They couldn't pour too much money into it at once.

So Zhang Xiaobo took out 3 million, using 2.5 million to purchase a decent storefront near a coastal city and reserving 250,000 for renovations. The remaining 250,000 would be used to stock some basic supplies.

As for why the amounts were all 250 or 2.5 million—auspicious numbers—he hadn't given it much thought. On Sara's home planet, however, 250 was considered a lucky number.

Truth be told, 250,000 spent on liquor and furniture couldn't buy much, but people living in cities didn't tend to spend excessively either. The bar didn't need a huge inventory; a few decent bottles sufficed, and the money was just enough.

In fact, Zhang Xiaobo initially intended to deposit 40 million into the bank and live off the interest. Just imagine—on 40 million, the annual interest was nearly a hundred thousand. That was enough for him to live comfortably for the rest of his life.

But, a person can't stay idle forever. The longer one slacks off, the lazier they get. So why not let Sara take the reins and open a bar?

However, the chubby man himself had no interest in managing a bar at all. Compared to such mundane matters, he much preferred wandering the streets or playing esports games. Aside from supervising the renovation of his new home, he spent his time accompanying his parents or heading to esports centers solo, blowing off steam with games, basking in the sun by the seaside, or enjoying the breeze—all of which felt like pleasures worth savoring in life.

Indeed, humans are the kind of creatures that adapt to circumstances with ease. Over the past half month since his return, the chubby man had found that life on the Capital Planet was still as flavorful as ever. Ordinary citizens were busy with their own affairs, entirely unbothered by the bizarre events that had transpired.

Fans devoted to the Revenge Shadow Rider continued to passionately discuss old footage on forums every day.

Let's not forget—Xiu Yi's squad was a bounty hunter team. They often appeared in exploratory regions as top-tier hunters, their reputation and significance far exceeding what it had been back in the day. Even the Revenge Shadow Rider's black combat vehicle was occasionally spotted in different star systems.

Whenever this rare sight occurred, anyone present would immediately whip out their light screen phones to capture the image. By now, fans had made a habit of recording such moments.

Unfortunately, the Revenge Shadow Rider had yet to return to Star Wars—or perhaps, in the gradual transition to peace across nations, with the economy slowly recovering, even Hans, who had faded into obscurity, would occasionally participate in craft exhibitions to interact with fans as the spokesperson for the Revenge Shadow Rider.

Of course, Xiu Yi's squad never let people down.

It's undeniable—universe-wide trends always oscillate between division and unification, war and peace. Conflict is ceaseless. Even though major powers had signed peace treaties, localized skirmishes among smaller factions persisted.

This squad frequently appeared where people needed aid, whether on remote planets or conflict zones, assisting those in dire need.

Typically, upon hearing of the Revenge Shadow Rider's arrival, not just terrorists but even sovereign forces gave them the respect they were due.

Who was the Revenge Shadow Rider, anyway? Forget the minor factions—this was a presence that even characters like Rekart Bergheide feared deeply. The figure carried destructive weapons such as the Storm Wings.

The number of people rescued by Xiu Yi's squad was countless. Gradually, the image of the Revenge Shadow Rider transformed from that of an unconquerable lone hero to a legendary icon celebrated across the world.

Where there is oppression, there will be resistance. Wherever they went, courage and resilience followed.

Yet, the enigmatic tradition of the Revenge Shadow Rider—unpredictable appearances and cryptic whereabouts—remained intact. To this day, only a handful of people succeeded in capturing images of him.

And that wasn't surprising. No matter how much one idolized the Revenge Shadow Rider, he primarily surfaced in war zones or planets with weak governance.

This naturally implied local economies were underdeveloped. Forget about reliable internet access—cutting off communications networks was often one of the first steps in warfare. Even the light screen phones owned by civilians in such areas were scarce. Therefore, despite multiple sightings of the Revenge Shadow Rider, authentic footage was exceedingly rare.

Having reached the rank of a quasi-First Order warrior, Xiu Yi had experienced tremendous growth over the past year. Just a few days ago, upon learning the true cause of Brother Feng Yi's death from the Blade Warrior, Xiu Yi seemed to bloom into maturity overnight.

Indeed, Xiu Yi had been relentlessly improving himself throughout the year, never relaxing for a moment. He was the inheritor of that individual's will. Yet, a heavy burden continued to weigh on his heart.

Just recently, Xiu Yi finally uncovered the truth about Feng Yi's death. It turned out that the two people Xiu Yi trusted most in the world were Brother Feng Yi and the Blade Warrior. Upon learning the news, Xiu Yi finally let go of all grudges—no longer fixated on vengeance against Mengdie, the one he had mistakenly sought retribution from. Furthermore, he was thrilled to discover that the lovely Mengdie was carrying Brother Feng Yi's child.

Now, Xiu Yi's deepest desire was to find the Jade Clear Sect, locate Mengdie, and personally apologize.

The misunderstanding had run far too deep. If their relationship had been simple, Xiu Yi wouldn't bother making an effort. But Mengdie was carrying Feng Yi's child—a child he'd never even met. For that reason alone, he had to swallow his pride and come forward.

Still, Xiu Yi knew the timing wasn't right. He needed to wait for the perfect moment and prepare a special gift. And when would that be? Naturally, when the child was born.

As for the question of what the gift should be, Xiu Yi hadn't figured that out yet. He didn't even know whether the baby would be a boy or a girl—let alone the possibility of twins. This matter was fraught with unpredictability.

If it turned out to be a boy, it wouldn't be hard to think of something; after all, Xiu Yi was also a man, and surely he could come up with an idea.

But a girl would be different. As the saying goes, "A girl's heart is as inscrutable as the needle at the bottom of the ocean." Even baby girls were no exception. Faced with this prospect, Xiu Yi—a consistently decisive person—found himself unusually awkward and whimsical. What the heck should he do?

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