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“So that’s how it is… The Beast that Ends Everything…” Xue Dinglu stared blankly at the monster on this page of Genesis, whose body was covered in cursed blood armor and whose hands had large holes, and gradually understood everything.

This might be the path I was originally designed for: to first become a "beast," then end the Age of Gods, and thus complete my mission.

However, Mom never expected that she wasn't a diligent student taking driving lessons step by step, but rather a fully insured semi-trailer carrying steel coils, which not only caused the driving training ground to fly away, but also crushed the road that was originally meant for her growth.

However, he now finally understands the power of this ritual, why Zeus the Elder aroused his mother's fear, and even why his mother was determined to end the Age of Gods and then pack up all the monsters and demons and throw them into the wilderness of the Warp to survive.

In just a thousand years, a god-like being like Zeus has emerged. My mother doesn't even dare to imagine if, given more time, an even more god-like being would appear. After all, on Earth, those fifth-tier beings in the Age of Gods have already reached the top. If they want to go further, the only way is to possess the original status of Earth…

Zeus was the first, but at this rate, he certainly won't be the last...

"Actually, the history of your world has provided me with excellent material, which is what kind of biological environment would be born in an environment with a high concentration of Venerable King Spirit Particles... However, it seems that a high concentration of Spirit Particles is not necessarily a good thing..." The Mimic Venerable King also complained.

Xue Lude thought of Su Su's hometown again, the world that was self-destructed by a group of distorted "artificial gods".

That was a world capable of breaking through to the 5th rank. Even their artificial gods were able to stop the invasion of the apostles and push back the Seventh Apostle's clan.

However, once the external threat was gone, those artificial gods quickly twisted into demons who lived according to their own authority, thus becoming even more monstrous than the apostles.

The universe is like a giant donkey, and it seems that under any circumstances, as long as one obtains great power without guidance, one will naturally turn into a donkey.

Xue Law suddenly felt grateful for the existence of the Venerable King, a true god who saved the universe. Even after saving the universe, his own concept became an evil god in the subspace, sealing all other monsters and demons inside the subspace barrier he created.

This led to the creation of the Star Squadron, an organization dedicated to tracing the movements of the King during his lifetime.

Because they are following the path of the Venerable King, they all have an unparalleled desire to save the world. Although their starting point may not be so pure, they simply want to follow the Venerable King's path to gain greater power.

That is, the more good deeds they do, the closer they get to the King, and the stronger they become. This increase in strength will then provide them with positive encouragement, motivating them to continue doing good deeds, to stand up for justice in the universe, and to emulate the King...

This creates a positive incentive cycle.

However, a gentleman judges by actions, not intentions. Whether the Starfleet imitated the King to gain greater power or genuinely did so to do good, it doesn't matter. In the end, they truly brought a rare order to the cosmic civilization.

Xue's Law gradually came to understand everything.

The Genesis in their hands is actually a ritual devised by the divine beings of Earth to imitate the King and thus achieve a closer connection with him.

This is now the third path, the one leading to the Venerable King...

……

Meanwhile, upon seeing the charred corpse on the ground, the Baron silently carried it to a pit and buried it...

"This ritual, none of us can escape it..." he murmured. This knight, who killed the viscount's entire family simply out of anger, who couldn't bear to see such a murderous demon's trial end with only demotion and exile, even after being exiled to the border where he could still lord it over others...

In the end, he chose to kill the entire demon's family, leaving no one alive, whether they were old, weak, women, or children, even if it meant giving up his own title!

But now, in the end, only I am left.

After burying the charred corpse, he looked up at the sky. It was almost dawn. He hadn't rested much for three days, and his pupils were bloodshot. He seemed somewhat deranged.

"Perhaps, there is still one last way to escape, and that is to build a ship..." he thought.

No matter how strange this place is, all he needs to do is build a ship and leave.

Despite having no weapons or tools, a smile crept across his face as he looked at the forest after the fire.

Soon, he found a tree that had not yet been burned through, as well as a cracked stone, and after making a stone axe, he began to polish it.

The tree was burned through in the fire, but not completely burned through. Its outside was completely carbonized, but the inside was not completely burned through, resulting in a very low density. If the trunk is hollowed out, it can be made into a very good dugout canoe.

So the Baron quickly finished making the canoe and gathered branches from the opposite bank of the river to make oars, thus completing his last tool for survival.

He pushed the boat into the river and let it drift downstream; the canoe simply carried him on the river.

Leave this island, return to the Death Cruise, and exact your revenge in the subsequent missions! Slaughter all those veterans!
The flames of revenge ignited in his heart, threatening to consume him completely.

He gradually came into view of the silhouette of the Death Cruise in the distance. It seemed that the cruise ship was coming to pick up these reincarnators as the mission was about to come to an end.

The baron rowed the boat with all his might, the oars in his hands almost leaving afterimages.

I must hide my anger and resentment, I must pretend to be a coward. I want revenge! I want revenge!
He kept giving himself hints so as not to reveal his true intentions when he met the group of senior figures below.

But fate had other plans. Just as he was about to reach the death cruise ship, it seemed as if a monster reached out from below and capsized his small boat.

The baron, clinging to the piece of wood, continued swimming towards the ship, determined to reach that place...

However, the veterans would not allow him to board the ship alive. The monster in the deep sea moved again, and in an instant, its arm dragged the man and the log into the deep sea. In the final prophecy, there were no requirements regarding how the "monster" would die.

As his entire body was dragged into the deep sea, the Baron's soul became twisted. According to the rules here, he would definitely transform into a monster, thus finding an opportunity to chase and kill that group of veterans, no matter where they were!

Even if they wish to go home and believe they are safe, they will still encounter this bizarre baron, plunging them into the deepest fear and squeezing out their last bit of value, ultimately leading to their death.

But in an instant, Xue Dinglu interrupted this strange change. He reached out and stirred the seawater, pulling it out of the sea.

"Sleep now, Your Excellency. When you wake up, it will all be over," Xue Luding's voice rang out. The light dispelled the anomaly, and the Baron's soul was returned to the Holy Grail by Xue Luding. Thus, all the procedures of the ritual were completed.

Osiris, one of the seven evil beasts of humanity and a twisted beast, one of the three ancient Egyptian gods who was killed by his brother with hatred, entered the Baron's body.

"Crack!"

It seems that some non-existent sound was captured by the Mimic King.

"All the ritual procedures have been completed..."

……

"It's done!" The four veterans finally breathed a sigh of relief.

The “monster” does not specify how it dies.

Therefore, once the monster dies, the mission is completely completed, their final task is over, and they can leave this hellish place and return to their hometown, no longer suffering from eerie threats and the pursuit of death.

They also don't have to go through death missions every few months, thus forcing themselves to face the threat of death and monsters.

As for the deaths of these four newcomers?

No mercy.

They were dead, and to them, these four were merely tools to complete their ritual.

They had no idea that, according to the original plan, the baron would transform into a real "monster," allowing them to deliver a fatal blow when they felt safe after returning home.

This kind of death, delivered in what is perceived as a safe environment, is what the Seventh Apostle believed could generate the most fear.

Therefore, none of those he dragged into the death missions survived. The rumor that they could return to their hometowns and escape the death missions after completing nine missions was just a lie he released to give them a sliver of unrealistic hope.

But they didn't know that.

The entire Island of Wraiths seemed to be shaking, and the veterans all had extremely excited expressions on their faces. They would soon be able to leave this hellish place, soon be able to see their families in the real world, and soon experience the unparalleled sense of security that comes with leaving the mission!

This sense of security is exactly what they want most.

The great shaking of the Island of Vengeful Spirits gave birth to an indescribable tsunami, but the Death Cruiser remained as still as a pillar stabilizing the sea amidst the tsunami.

"He's here! The god has arrived!" The veterans laughed. After they had "perfectly" completed the ritual for this final mission, they finally saw the "evil god" who had built this death cruise ship and countless death missions!

……

“Here it comes. I have located the Seventh Apostle. So that’s how it is. It’s not that He has been running away, but that He has to absorb fear everywhere. So wherever there is fear, He has to go there as fast as possible to absorb it. He will never stop…” said the Mimic King.

At this moment, He was able to unleash His full computational power and said, "This is truly interesting. I even feel that the Seventh Apostle is dead, and the one now is not the original Apostle, but a terrifying evil god that has leaked out from the subspace!"

"Completely manipulated by his own power, he even abandoned his old profession of planting sacred trees in order to absorb fear, thus entering a vicious cycle..."

"He exploits the fear of others to absorb for himself, so that he will not be completely controlled by the power of fear. But this causes the fear threshold of those reincarnators under His control to keep rising. The rising threshold forces the Seventh Apostle to exploit fear even more ruthlessly. But if he exploits it to the point of numbness, then there is no fear left. So he has to use his authority to write this rule, to give them the only faint hope..."

"As for the final moment, let them experience their final fear amidst their hope..."

The Mimic King calculated the entire behavioral logic of the Seventh Apostle.

He has now been devoured by the power of authority, so despite his high ranking, his power is not even as great as that of the Eighth Apostle.

However, he had a way to mitigate the backlash of his authority: by absorbing enough fear to create this incredibly twisted death mission and the reincarnators under his control.

Furthermore, because of the need for even more fear, the treatment of these reincarnators has been reduced again and again. From the beginning, there was a Nightmare City, but later they came up with petty things like Death Cruise and Eerie Train, leaving the reincarnators with no place to sleep and rest properly.

"Therefore, even if the power of authority is very strong, I will not allow those children of the Star Squadron to use it. The price of this power is also extremely heavy. Even these apostles, do they control the authority? Or does the authority control them in turn?" The voice of the Mimic King rang in Xue Luding's ears.

Xue Law: "..."

In a broader sense, everyone in the Starfleet also possesses the power of authority, which is the power of the King.

Since other authorities also correspond to an evil god in the warp, the Starship Corps clearly corresponds to the power of the King. Perhaps the logic that they can become stronger by doing good deeds and saving the world is simply that the King's authority is gradually increasing on them.

Even so, this power of the King, like other powers, can backfire. If they ever stop doing good and instead start doing evil and destroying the world, the power bestowed upon them by the King will definitely backfire, just like other powers.

They simply don't regard the power of the king as "authority".

However, Xue's law did not argue back.

At this moment, gray-green mist seeped out of every inch of soil and every reef of "Wraith Island" without warning, as if the island itself were a festering wound on a giant body.

The sea froze, the waves instantly turned to deathly silence, and the stars in the sky began to slide along trajectories that defied all astronomical laws, dragging out pale streaks of light, eventually converging into the outline of a huge, empty, distorted eye, indifferently looking down on this sea and the deadly cruise ship on it.

"Speak your wishes." (End of Chapter)