After I died, my personal maid rebelled.

Standing on the edge of the earth, with the sea breeze whispering in my ear, do I still feel the lingering nostalgia of the past?

She came from the depths of the sea, the azure waters cradling her holiness, and white waves adorning her skirt.

The aged sage trembled and knelt on the reef, watching those long, fair legs barefoot on the soft beach.

He stretched out his fingers, removing the servant's aged appearance, revealing his taut skin and radiant complexion, and restoring his gray, dry hair to its original smoothness and blackness.

"The glorious moment has arrived, Baltazar."

He raised his eyes and gazed into the distance, his gaze piercing through the mountains and reaching the Undead King on the throne of the ruins of Broad Valley. In his golden eyes, the aura of death flickered, like the billowing smoke of hell.

Balthazar, now eighteen again, bowed his head and respectfully kissed His sand-stained instep. "My lord, many unexpected things have happened in the plan..."

"The Blood-Clad Saintess was never part of my plan. She doesn't love anyone and has rejected everyone who loves her."

"Lilith, I hold the power over the daughter of death; she cannot remain hidden in the microcosm forever. Tell her to return to her mother's side; I await her arrival in the Eastern Territory."

"Take the mage and the hero and go hunt the dragons. Leave the task of defeating the transmigrators to Nicole and Diana. Tell them I need a lot of souls and I also need to bring Annie back."

After speaking, He raised His head. The sunlight was slightly cold, and the eternally burning sun was still there, obscuring the loneliness of the universe.

The laws... How dare you demand that all future gods be as noble as you? If even gods cannot gain freedom, what meaning does this world have?

Gently stroking her severed finger, she would not ponder whether the throne was lonely, for children would surround her and usher in a new world.

A world without other gods, without a system or transmigrators, forever immersed in beauty!

"Everything will be as you wish, my Lord."

Baltazar bowed again, kissed his now clean and white instep once more, and his figure slowly disappeared into the wind.

……

In the crowded city, nighttime is dominated by killing.

The noisy bar was filled with people, and worthless humor became numb, cold jokes. People used words to numb each other, as if they were still intoxicated with happiness.

The bitter liquor went down his throat. Sitting in the corner, Lucas silently lit a cigarette, watching the assassins sent by the Northern Territory infiltrate the crowd and swiftly sever the throats of hostile adventurers.

The assassin calmly walked away, while the terrified adventurer clutched his wound and spun around in circles, the gushing blood igniting a final frenzy.

An old bartender couldn't help but speak up and remind him. The adventurer, grasping at straws, obediently squatted down. The bleeding did stop, but he also fainted due to excessive blood loss.

After a brief silence, the crowd erupted into a huge cheer. Stepping over blood and corpses, they sang vulgar songs, cursed everyone around them, and finally started an unrestrained brawl in the tavern.

Lucas stubbed out his cigarette and rubbed his temples, finding them a bit noisy.

He wanted to find a quiet place to stay, but the streets were even more chaotic, as the Northern Territory Special Forces had already taken hold of a branch of the Salvation Church.

The battle between the nun and the adventurer was a pure act of violence. Just looking at the charred corpses or the pieces of people being torn to pieces made Lucas's palms sweat.

After finishing the last drop of alcohol, Lucas picked up the takeout snacks on the table, avoided the bloody duel among the drunkards, and climbed over the railing to go upstairs.

boom!boom!

A series of sounds, including shattering glass and the rapid vibration of wings, suddenly rang out. Lucas, who was walking on the stairs, immediately stopped. When he turned around, what rushed towards him even faster than the screams was the rising blood-red mist.

The claws narrowly grazed his neck, drawing blood. Lucas immediately stepped back, and in the instant the strange creature attacked again, he swiftly stepped forward and punched, slamming the flying creature to the ground with a backhand strike. Then, with a fierce elbow strike, gravity shattered the monster's slender chest.

Shaking off the viscous green liquid and struggling to catch his breath, Lucas stood up and realized that the monster that had attacked him was a five-year-old child with insect claws and wings, half-human and half-beast.

"Damn it, how many more hybrid species are they going to create?!"

Lucas gritted his teeth, but his palms remained limp.

Looking down the stairs, countless man-eating locusts swarmed in the blood mist, each as large as an adult's arm. The corpses on the ground were being devoured, and there were also quite a few children who had turned into locusts. Their unique white eyes were quickly searching for their next target.

Abandoning his midnight snack, Lucas sprinted down the corridor, bursting through a door at the end.

"teacher?"

Before Monet could react, Lucas hoisted her onto his shoulder, kicked down a wall, and carried her onto a rooftop, making an emergency evacuation towards the outskirts of the city.

The city is rotting and stinking, breeding grounds for monsters.

With his extraordinary skills, Lucas made it to the city wall without any real danger. After taking one last look at this hell on earth, he shook his head helplessly and disappeared into the night with Monet.

He can't be a good person, nor can he be a completely bad person.

The Lucas of the past would never have cared about such important matters as race and nation, but now he repeatedly ponders the future of humanity.

The nation has collapsed, the race is wailing, and he has no conscience, so much so that only today can he clutch his heart and question himself why it hurts!

The destruction of the world had nothing to do with him, and the glory of the past never fell on his shoulders. He was heartless, thinking he could only see the destruction of the powerful and the despair of the filthy, but he never noticed that in the collapse of morality, the kindness that people lost first was gone.

Good people are dying out, while bad people are still singing and dancing.

A civilization has fallen into an abyss, and Lucas, who is also caught in it, wants to applaud but also tries to reach out and grab the cliff, hoping that it can slow down, slow down its end.

But he ultimately chose to escape, while most people were neither numb nor gloating; they simply didn't care.

People who are indifferent to themselves, to their families, their countries, their civilizations, and the world will not ask whether they are going up or down; they will not carefully observe whether they are going left or right.

It doesn't matter, it's all the same.

Even if the world were to perish the next day, or even if the world were to be saved the next day, their lives would simply continue day after day, with no change in the outcome.

Fleeing was my last instinct. What Northern Territory? What Savior? To hell with it. I'll finish my drink first.

After most of the Northern Territory's troops withdrew from the southern central region, everyone seemed to suddenly realize that the Church of Salvation was not a good thing either.

Many times, Lucas couldn't figure out whether the people were ignorant or clear-headed. In any case, peace was only temporary. Even without the Northern Army, there were still all sorts of brutal monsters.

Those who need to escape should still escape.

"Wait, they look like Nicole's creations..."

Lucas, who had been carrying the sleeping Monet for more than ten kilometers along mountain paths, suddenly stopped in a grove of trees and woke Monet up by talking to himself.

"Teacher, are you tired? Why don't I get down and walk by myself?"

"It's nothing, I was just thinking. Maybe we don't need to go south anymore, Monet. Our next step is to go to the royal city."