Unfortunately, Xia Lian's record was zero kills, zero assists, zero deaths, firmly establishing her as a pure, certified scrub.

To this day, she hadn't managed to take down a single enemy.

"Scrub, are you even capable?"

"White Kitty, just wait a little longer. I'm having a breakthrough in the middle of battle. Once I reach S-Class, I'll definitely bring back glory for you!"

The remaining enemies were all tough nuts to crack.

And Xia Lian was a pure combatant, unlike Wu Mi who could take the field relying on her unparalleled support abilities.

If she didn't even have S-Class Spiritual Power, then entering the field would be pure suicide.

Therefore, Xia Lian had no choice but to attempt a breakthrough mid-battle, at least to earn the ticket to contend with the enemies.

As for how she would defeat powerful foes with her weak S-Class strength, that would depend entirely on her own skill.

Ye Yao wouldn't intervene easily.

"This cat-petting scrub's progress is even slower than Old Yu's. She's truly scrubbed out."

With Xia Lian's potential, she was fully capable of advancing to S-Class several months ago.

It's just a pity she was so immersed in 'petting cats' that she lost all sense of time and wasted many opportunities.

As a result, when the critical moment arrived, she could only sharpen her spear at the last minute.

It's truly a disgrace to her former status within the top ten of the sequence.

Wait, it seems she's dropped out of the top ten.

Well, that's that then.

Since things have come to this, let's first take a look at Lao Jiang, who also hasn't advanced to S-Class.

At this moment, he had already sought out an alien powerhouse, and was even facing it alone.

Tu Sheng followed Ye Yao's line of sight.

"Race: Spirit of Memory, Talent: Memory Projection, Spiritual Power: Fifty thousand..."

At the same time.

The All-Seeing Eye was also performing an analysis.

【Intruder: Jiang Huashen

Race: Human

Identity: Member of Sequence Zero

His strength is far from reaching the level required to participate in the conscription ceremony, yet he exudes a mysterious confidence. Wields the power of 'Painting All Beings'. Preliminary assessment indicates the arrogance and conceit of an 'artist'.】

Opposite Jiang Huashen, an alien creature waited quietly for the new challenger.

It hovered in the void, shaped like a flowing, semi-solid nebula, its body nearly transparent. This was the Spirit of Memory.

This was not its physical form, but rather a living archive.

Countless eons of light and shadow surged endlessly within it, as brilliant and deadly as a supernova explosion.

To gaze upon it was to face the chronicles of the universe:

Starship wreckage, collapsing stars, the first cries and final breaths of civilizations...

Billions of images flashed, overlapped, and vanished within its transparent 'body' at speeds surpassing thought.

It was itself an unending cosmic epic.

From the information Tu Sheng revealed, Ye Yao also understood the significance contained within.

Every single frame that flashed past was a 'memory' it had personally engraved or absorbed.

The sheer volume of information was as vast as a reversed galaxy.

Not everyone could gaze directly upon the Spirit of Memory.

A mortal's gaze, lingering for but a moment, would be assaulted by this endless torrent of information.

For example, the masses watching through the light screens felt as if their brains had been struck by a heavy hammer from just a single glance.

Intense dizziness accompanied by a burning pain at the nerve endings assaulted them.

It was as if their very souls were about to be torn apart and assimilated by this vortex of living history.

Therefore, no one dared to look directly anymore, only using their peripheral vision to note its movements.

"This thing is too bizarre. Just staring at it gives a feeling of mental corruption."

"Is this fucking some kind of evil god?"

"Shit, a buddy here didn't believe the hype, stared hard, and passed out.

He kept muttering,'So thrilling, so thrilling. Even if I die, it's worth it to see so many amazing scenes.'

Is this guy even human?"

"Everyone, don't stare at it! Be careful not to burn out your brains!"

"I really want to look! But it might fry my brain!

Who could resist watching a completely unknown chronicle of the universe?

Maybe we could even see traces of other civilizations' development!"

The Spirit of Memory remained silent, yet spoke of a weight and wisdom transcending time and space with this suffocating sea of memories.

This caused many onlookers to show expressions of awe.

Although it had defeated several Countermeasure Bureau S-Class Espers who came to challenge it, its bodily form was so peculiar that it unconsciously made people lower their hostility towards it.

And the reason for the Countermeasure Bureau S-Class Espers' defeat was also simple.

Either they were flooded with a heap of information, or numerous unidentified creatures emerged from within the Spirit of Memory to gang up on them. It was bizarre among bizarre.

"What's with this 'Infinite Void' technique? I say we should have let Uncle come deal with it."

Ye Yao couldn't help but Make complaints, thinking it a pity.

So the question arose.

Could Jiang Huashen elbow his way to victory against it? 𝙛𝒓𝒆𝙚𝒘𝒆𝓫𝙣𝓸𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝒄𝒐𝓶

Ye Yao vaguely remembered he wasn't that strong in combat. Often, he relied on the mechanics of his Superpower to bring convenient lifestyle improvements for everyone.

Not long ago, Ye Yao had whipped him into mass-producing a bunch of transformation items.

Other times, she'd even had him paint some scenery and the like to give to Xiao Jing's mom as gifts in Ye Tong's name.

In short, Lao Jiang's combat ability was somewhat lacking, possibly even more scrub-like than Xia Lian's.

Ye Yao had thought he would team up with someone like Gu Wenxin, never expecting him to come challenge it alone.

Could he win?

The masses who saw Jiang Huashen walk up alone also felt a wave of doubt.

"Although I've always believed in the quality of the powerhouses from Sequence Zero, this Brother Jiang Huashen isn't S-Class yet, is he?"

What heavyweight figures had appeared from Sequence Zero before?

One was the Mysterious Wriggling Man, constantly on the Countermeasure Bureau's mind.

Another was a powerhouse who proved his way through strength, all question marks, who literally elbowed his enemy to the moon. Anyone would be scared to tears.

As for the remaining little loli Wu Mi, she looked like she was maxed out in support abilities, suspected to be the final piece for the mysterious muscle man to defeat the enemy.

Wu Mi looks cute and adorable, so let's not bring her into the comparison.

But Jiang Huashen, a grown man, couldn't avoid a wave of question.

"Could he be the art student that Streamer Yao Maomao often mentions, the one who travels and paints?"

"Then it's over. Even if he's the art student who started World War II, he can't elbow his way past this enemy."

"Where's Lady Mercury? Come out and project a planet to crush it!"

Wu Mi, not being S-Class, could at least take the field as a pure support.

But Jiang Huashen, not being S-Class, facing an alien powerhouse alone... doesn't that mean his chances of winning are Vast?

"Could it be... he's going to have a breakthrough mid-battle like a novel protagonist, advance to S-Class, activate cheats, and beat his opponent to death?"

"Take another look at how many S-Class Espers that Spirit of Memory just defeated."

The facts proved that even veteran S-Class Espers could only cosplay as a speed bump in front of the Spirit of Memory.

So what use is a newly promoted S-Class Esper?

Jiang Huashen didn't care about others'question, or perhaps he was simply unaware he was being discussed.

He was only focused on one thing now: wanting to take a good look at this Spirit of Memory that could bring him infinite inspiration.

"Hey, I heard your body records many amazing scenes from the universe. Can you let me take a look?"

While countless people kept their distance out of respect or fear, Jiang Huashen initiative requested this.

"In exchange, I can let you die in a more artistic manner."