Global Collapse

As soon as the person in the center of the stage finished speaking, the captain noticed that the scene in front of him was beginning to change.

Everything before my eyes distorted, like a melodious tune, like a whirlpool in a rapid current in the ocean; the sky, the stage, and the crowd were all as if drawn on paper.

The paper was crumpled and deformed, and everything on it was squeezed and stretched along with the deformation of the paper.

"What's wrong! What happened?!"

Someone cried out in terror, but then found that their voice was also distorted, becoming an indistinguishable string of syllables.

In that instant, everything in front of me was compressed together, making it impossible to distinguish one from another.

People are disoriented in this complex world, and they fall along with it.

But before long, they were like water droplets being wrung out of a towel, repelled and squeezed, finally dripping back into the world with a "bang".

The water droplets in the towel were squeezed out, and silence returned to the world.

The captain stared wide-eyed at everything in front of him.

They've disappeared. Everyone has disappeared.

Those who were standing, those who had fallen, those who were wailing, those who were angry—all of them had vanished. There was no one left on the stage, and all the team members behind him had disappeared as well. It was as if he was the only one left in the whole world.

For a moment, he almost thought he was dreaming, an absurd nightmare.

But the bloodstains on the ground and the gaping wound on the stage floor reminded him that what he had just witnessed was not an illusion.

He felt like he was going crazy.

The captain walked blankly onto the stage, trying to find the missing people.

Where did they go? He stared blankly at the empty stage, searching aimlessly.

The eerie silence filled him with dread: "What on earth is going on?!"

In the audience not far away, a superior person was looking up at the captain on the stage who was almost going crazy. This person was not brought to the real world by Key No. 108.

If 007 were still around, he would recognize that this was the upper-class person sitting next to her.

At this moment, the superior man's arm was raised forward, his hand still in the position of grasping something. Not long ago, he had been holding a small green dwarf, but now that dwarf had disappeared.

He withdrew his empty hand, reached into his pocket, and took out a card.

It's an upper-class identity card, and the name on the card is "Nicholas Wu Liu". Like Chu Changge and 007, he is a member of the Nicholas family.

He let go and threw away the ID card, and his face began to change, revealing his true appearance.

His skin didn't darken; instead, it became even paler, his color like winter snow. Even his hair and eyebrows lost their original color, as if blending into his skin.

"Torture," someone behind him called out.

Looking back, there was another person of high status, the very same staff member who had helped Li San lead 1868 to the championship.

However, the throne was now empty, and 1868 had vanished along with the people on the stage. The staff member also pulled a high-class identity card from his pocket and tossed it aside.

His appearance began to change, and a long scar appeared on his face, winding from the corner of his right eye all the way down to his neck.

It is slaughter, the slaughter that should be guarded in the secret forest to protect the statue of the evil god.

He took a few steps forward, getting closer to the torture.

Just then, a gust of wind blew by, making a book on a seat in the audience rustle.

It was Chu Changge who left behind "The Birth and Development of Joyful Heavenly Capital".

The book happens to stop at the page about "the great men of the capital of pleasure"—

"Joyful Heaven is the homeland of the two founders of the superior race, who established the racial classification system and led the superior race to victory."

One was called "Slaughter," and the other was called "Torture."

Killing had told Gu Mian their story in the secret forest.

After the torture and wish to the statue of the evil god for "skin color division," the two almost went their separate ways and had little contact afterward.

Although the two were standing together, their expressions did not show any particular familiarity.

“We’re old friends who came into this world together, and the cold expression on your face is truly heartbreaking.” After a moment of silence, Ku Xing spoke first, breaking the awkward silence.

Although the torturer spoke of killing with a cold expression, his own expression wasn't much warmer; he forced a fake smile that looked rather terrifying.

Killer seemed unwilling to engage in anything else with him: "You sent me here just to see this?"

"Isn't it exciting? You've already met that person who doesn't belong to this world, right? Thanks to him, this world has gone through five consecutive time loops, and the evil god statue has been completely destroyed. Now, the upper class who know the inside story are going to cause an uproar. By the way, the statue's wish-granting function has also completely disappeared. I hope it hasn't been transferred to something else."

As he spoke, he stared at the killing, but the killing's face remained expressionless, revealing no information whatsoever.

Seeing that he couldn't get any information, Ku Xing changed the subject: "Xu Xingcheng is still sentimental. Although he created something that can pull people out of this world, he still mercifully let us go."

The two were standing not far from the stage, definitely within the range of the pull of key number 108, yet they remained standing there unharmed.

Speaking of which...

“I remember that long passage we had to recite before using that thing, in our initial script, right?” The torturer turned his gaze to the pyramid stage.

The guard on top sat there blankly, only noticing that everyone on the stage had disappeared, but failing to see that there were still two people standing in the audience.

"Yes, the original plan was for him to lead the people to defeat the evil you and me, and then recite that line that he had been brewing for a long time and finally came up with. At that time, I suggested that he change this embarrassing line, but he insisted on it, saying that the hero who saves the world can be quite cute at times in the finale." For the first time, Killer said a lot of things. He seemed to be thinking about the past, and a few smiles appeared on his face.

"But in the end, he didn't save the world. He made us do all sorts of evil things, and then abandoned us, full of hope, and disappeared." The cold voice of the torturer came from the side. "Back then, every day, every second, I hoped that he would appear and fulfill his responsibility so that we could leave this filthy, foul swamp. But he didn't! He watched us sink deeper and deeper into the swamp, and in the end, he himself became something, some kind of evil god."

Killer calmly said, "You've seen those statues. You should know that he didn't appear because of the rollback. He may have reached the end on his own countless times and freed us from the quagmire countless times, but all of that was destroyed by the rollback."

"Okay, so you mean he saved us countless times before the timeline changed? What about us now? Who can save us now?" (End of Chapter)