The sky curtain makes you a useless class monitor, yet you act arbitrarily for eternity?

After the sky darkened, not a single comment appeared in the live stream room for two or three minutes.

Countless people stared at the black screen, their fingers hovering over the input box, unable to type a single word.

until much later.

Only one comment appeared, conveying a sense of loss.

[Is it... over?]

This comment was like flipping a switch.

The previously empty live stream room finally had sound again.

[It should be... ah... only two hours have passed, but it feels like a lifetime has gone by?]

[That's normal. After all, we've read the entire first half of the God of War's life!]

[The Blood Fox is dead, the God of War has won, and even the brothers who died in this conspiracy in the Northern Border have been resurrected by the Desolate Emperor.]

But why do I still feel empty inside?

Perhaps, Da Zhuang's ancestors will never return...

Come on upstairs, let's have a Black Lanzhou cigarette!

【Hmm, I'll have a cigarette with me!】

【+1】

【+99】

The screen was filled with messages like "accompany you" slowly spreading out.

No one made any more noise.

No one cursed anymore.

It's as if they've traversed five thousand years to offer a cigarette that's been far too late to those young people who have fallen in the wind and snow.

Just then.

Ai Kun's figure reappeared on the screen.

This time, he didn't immediately start acting silly as usual.

He leaned on the table, quietly watching the comments for a while before letting out a soft laugh.

"Alright, my darlings."

"That concludes the entire content of the God of War arc!"

These words were spoken.

The chat fell silent again.

It was as if everyone knew it was time to say goodbye.

Aikun took a deep breath and tapped his folding fan lightly in his palm.

His originally low tone had taken on a familiar, cheeky quality.

"The next person I'll be talking about is a legendary figure with many titles."

"For example, [Electric Boy], [The Most Pain-Stricken Person in History], [The Pawn Chosen by Heaven], [The Most Human-like Person]."

He paused deliberately at this point, and twirled the folding fan in his palm.

"Of course, his most, most, most famous title is still—"

Aikun raised his folding fan and tapped the table.

"The Father of All Races!"

These four words were uttered.

Viewers who were just immersed in the afterglow of the God of War arc were instantly pulled back.

【Ahhh...】

I really want to watch "Father of All Races" right now! But it'll take a week!

[Waaaaah, I got so excited just now that I signed up for the Dragon Soul Project.]

[One week...one week, I don't even know if I'll be able to come back!]

[Screw it! Fear is a human instinct, but courage is humanity's hymn!]

"As long as I'm fed, forget about monsters! Even if some evil god comes along, I'll give it the middle finger!"

"...You were talking so passionately, I thought you were going to go up and chop him up..."

Ai Kun looked at the comments and couldn't help but chuckle.

Just before ending the broadcast, he seemed to suddenly remember something and raised his hand again.

"Oh, right!"

"Those who signed up for the Dragon Soul Project, remember to report to the location you received on your communicator tomorrow."

"Also, if your ancestors had any special professions, such as Taoist priests, martial arts school owners, or镖师 (bodyguards/escorts), you must register them truthfully!"

"The compensation will be significantly improved!"

[Okay, okay, see you next week, I need to buy another meal!]

I just watched The Dragon King and it made me cry so much I can't even eat pork trotter rice!

See you next week, host!

See you next week, host!

Everyone, please come back next week!

……

"good!"

Aikun smiled and waved at the camera.

"I hope all my lovely viewers will come back to watch my live stream next week."

The words fell.

The live stream went completely black.

At the same time.

The enormous light curtain that had stretched across the sky above Blue Star five thousand years ago slowly went out at this moment.

Jinling Wuzhong.

On the playground, many students were still looking up.

They were unable to recover from the dramatic first half of the God of War's life for a long time.

Some people had red eyes.

Someone lowered their head and wiped away tears.

Some people looked at the silent figure not far away, opened their mouths, but couldn't say a word.

Lu Ming remained standing there.

Keep your back straight.

Like the young war god in the sky just now.

Like that little boy under the bridge, carrying his younger sister on his back, saying he was a real man.

of course.

Some people don't have time to be sad.

For example, there's Wang Hu, the tough guy from Class 8 who's been kneeling for two whole hours.

At this moment, Wang Hu's face twitched repeatedly.

My lower body has completely lost sensation.

If he were simply kneeling, with his late-stage martial arts physique, he could kneel for three to five days without ending up like this.

But the problem is.

That god of death... no, that god of war, was standing right next to him.

Two hours.

Two full hours.

Wang Hu didn't even need to look at the sky.

As soon as the invisible pressure on his shoulders suddenly increased, he knew that the beast Blood Fox had been mentioned again in the sky.

He passively developed Observation Haki, which is...

Just when he thought he had finally made it through.

"Click..."

Suddenly, the invisible pressure that he had finally managed to get used to surged several times over.

Wang Hu's eyes almost popped out of their sockets.

His lips trembled.

next second.

"Snapped!"

He fell flat on his face, unable to lift even a finger.

"elder brother……"

Wang Hu's voice was distorted.

"I really didn't mean to provoke you just now..."

No one dared to come out and help him at that moment.

A pair of military boots walked slowly past him.

As the figure left, the terrifying aura pressing down on Wang Hu suddenly dissipated.

He lay on the ground, panting heavily, as if he had been pulled out of the water.

At that moment, everyone on the playground raised their heads.

They all felt it.

That fleeting, yet chilling aura of a grandmaster.

Lu Ming lowered his head and walked towards the location of Ye Long and Lu Changming, who had somehow slipped up there, on the high platform.

He didn't walk very fast.

But with each step he took forward, the crimson vortex surrounding him sank a little deeper.

Students and teachers on the path almost instinctively moved aside to the sides.

The soldiers of the First Division of the State Guard straightened their backs and tightened their grip on their rifles.

No command was given.

They automatically split into two lines.

They made way for this war god of the North.

Over at Class 9.

Yan Cong was just jumping up and down at the sky.

"Hey! Hey! Hey!"

"What do you mean, 'Electric Shock Kid'? Disgrace! A huge disgrace!"

"What do you mean by 'the person most afraid of pain in history'? You bastard from later generations! Come back here!"