I Just Wanted to Teach Cultivation, But Goddesses Keep Coming!-Chapter 26 Bag
A sudden barrage of energy blasts forced her to twist midair, narrowly avoiding destruction.
Another beam grazed her side, tearing through armor and sending pain coursing through her body.
She gritted her teeth and pressed on, her vision blurring at the edges as warning signals flared across her armors.
Then...
Boom!
A massive energy beam erupted from one of the colossal motherships looming in the distance.
It tore through space like a pillar of annihilation, unstoppable and blinding.
She had no time to dodge.
The beam struck her squarely in the chest.
The impact was catastrophic.
Her armor shattered in a violent explosion of light and debris, the force ripping through her body and sending her hurtling backward into the void.
Her sword was flung from her grasp, spinning away into the darkness.
Her gun tumbled from her hand, lost among the drifting wreckage.
Her body twisted uncontrollably, blood and fragments of shattered armor trailing behind her like a crimson comet.
The battlefield blurred around her, explosions and enemy fire fading into distant flashes as her consciousness wavered.
In the endless darkness of space, she fell—alone, wounded, and on the brink of death.
"So... this is how it ends."
That was the lone combatant’s final thought as her consciousness drifted on the edge of darkness.
She had defended her world for more than ten thousand years.
Ten thousand years of war.
Ten thousand years of bloodshed.
Ten thousand years of standing alone against endless waves of destruction, when no one else could, and no one else would.
She had become more than a warrior... she had become a legend, a shield forged from flesh and will, the final barrier between her world and extinction.
Generations had risen and fallen behind her while she remained, unchanged, unyielding, enduring.
There had been no reinforcements. No rest. No salvation.
Only battle.
Only duty.
Only her.
She tried to move.
She tried to raise her weapon, to fight one more time, to stand one more time, to kill one more enemy before she fell.
But her body no longer responded.
Every muscle felt like it had been filled with molten lead.
Her limbs were heavy beyond measure, her vision blurred and doubled, and the void around her seemed to press in from all sides.
Even breathing felt like a monumental effort, as if the universe itself were crushing her beneath its weight.
Her armor was shattered. Her weapons were gone. Her blood drifted freely into the endless dark.
She was dying.
And for the first time in ten thousand years, she could not stop it.
Regret flickered through her mind—not for herself, but for her world. Had she done enough?
Had she truly bought them enough time?
Would they survive after she was gone, or would everything she had fought for collapse into ruin the moment she fell?
The thought was unbearable.
Darkness crept closer.
Until...
"I lack a good cook. I’ll wipe out your enemies, but you’ll have to promise to cook for me for one year... no, five years. What do you say?"
The voice cut through the void like a blade through silence.
It was clear.
Close.
So close it felt as though the speaker were leaning over her, whispering directly into her ear.
Her fading consciousness jolted in shock.
What...?
She tried to sense the presence behind the voice, to locate its source, but her perception found nothing.
No aura. No life force. No spatial distortion. No trace of existence at all.
It was as if the voice had emerged from the void itself, unbound by space, time, or reality.
Even moving her lips felt like a miracle.
Speaking was impossible.
"..."
She tried to nod.
Her neck barely responded, but she forced what little movement she could manage.
"Is that a yes?" the voice asked again, now clearly identifiable as a man’s voice... calm, amused, and utterly unconcerned by the devastation surrounding them.
"..."
She attempted to nod once more, pouring every last fragment of her will into the motion.
It felt like trying to move a mountain with a single finger.
"Good decision."
The words were spoken lightly.
Almost casually.
Then...
The universe was swallowed by light.
A blinding radiance erupted in all directions, so intense it eclipsed even the stars.
The void itself seemed to crack and tear apart, as though reality had been shattered by an unseen hand.
Waves of annihilating power rippled outward, washing over the battlefield.
The endless mechanical legions... gone.
Erased.
Not destroyed, not defeated... simply removed from existence.
The colossal motherships shattered like fragile glass, their massive forms dissolving into nothingness before they could even react.
Entire armadas vanished in an instant, as if they had never existed at all.
The battlefield, once filled with fire, metal, and despair, was wiped clean in a single, overwhelming moment.
And at the center of it all, her shattered body was wrapped in warmth.
The crushing weight lifted.
The pain faded.
The void receded.
As darkness gently closed over her vision, the last thing she felt was not fear, not sorrow, not regret...
But relief.
For the first time in ten thousand years, she allowed herself to let go.
And somewhere beyond the reach of her fading consciousness, a fate far stranger than death had already begun to take shape.
"Oh no, you don’t. Don’t go dying on me just yet," Lin Feng said calmly. "I still need myself a great cook."
With a casual wave of his hand, reality itself bent to his will.
Time rewound around her broken body, space knit itself back together, and every wound... no matter how severe... vanished in an instant.
Shattered armor reformed, torn flesh healed, and drained vitality surged back into her limbs as if death had never touched her at all.
Her heartbeat steadied. Her breath returned.
Her consciousness, which had been slipping into oblivion, was pulled back by an unseen force.
With such a dedicated soul... one who had guarded her world alone for ten thousand years... Lin Feng knew one thing with certainty.
He was about to enjoy many days of truly great cooking ahead of him.
