Siheyuan: At the beginning, I can integrate everything!

The sweltering heat of early summer is like a pot of thick, simmering paste.

It's stuck to a person's mouth and nose, making even breathing difficult.

Just as Qin Huairu lay dying in her wheelchair, her eyes wide open in disbelief.

The outskirts of Kyoto.

In an urban village that is about to be demolished and is full of broken walls and ruins.

A dilapidated brick house, with half of its roof collapsed, was emitting a nauseating smell of mold and sourness.

"Cough cough... cough cough cough..."

A heart-wrenching cough came from the darkest corner of the dilapidated house.

In the corner, several layers of blackened, tattered cardboard were laid out.

A gaunt, middle-aged man, so dirty that his skin was unrecognizable, was curled up on top.

His head was so large it was almost deformed.

His bald scalp was covered with disgusting sores.

This person.

He was the "Master Thief" who used to be arrogant and thieving in the Hongxing Courtyard.

The only son of the Jia family—Bang Geng!

Ever since Qin Huairu was diagnosed with heart disease, Xiao Dang and Huaihua have considered them a burden.

After fleeing overnight with the last of their valuables, they packed up and ran away.

Qin Huairu was completely paralyzed.

Bang Geng, who had become half-idiot, was even unable to beg for food.

Like a stray dog, he was driven out of that dilapidated bungalow filled with evil by the neighborhood committee.

They ended up in the ruins of this neglected urban village.

They barely survive by scavenging leftover scraps from garbage dumps.

He was plagued by illnesses.

The brain nerves damaged by the stone he was hit with years ago often caused him to fall into a state of madness.

The health problems he developed in the juvenile detention center caused him to experience severe bone pain, as if he were being pricked by needles, whenever it was rainy or gloomy.

"Cold...so hungry..."

Banggeng's cloudy eyes were fixed on the drafty roof.

His withered lips trembled, and he made meaningless, beast-like hoarse noises from his throat.

He hasn't eaten anything for three days.

This morning, he mustered his last bit of strength to crawl to the street corner hoping to beg for food.

But they were met with stones thrown back by a few wild children.

Sudden.

A deafening cheer erupted from the street outside the dilapidated house.

"Look at the sky! Look up at the sky!"

"It's the Pangu! It's a spaceship built by Zhang Shenxian!"

"May the God Zhang bless us! May he protect our Chinese nation for generations to come!"

The crowd outside was shouting and screaming like madmen.

Even that broken radio that someone else threw away at the junkyard.

They are also broadcasting Zhang Huaimin's great achievements at maximum volume.

"Zhang Huaimin..."

Upon hearing those three words...

The stick, lying on the tattered cardboard, suddenly convulsed violently!

Those eyes, which were originally dull and unfocused.

In an instant, an extreme and twisted fear erupted from the deepest part of the soul!

These two words are like a rusty iron awl.

It brutally broke open his cerebral cortex, which had been sealed and damaged for many years!

Those most terrifying childhood traumas that were suppressed deep in his subconscious.

At that moment, like a flood bursting its banks, it surged wildly into his mind!

"Sizzle—!"

He seemed to see that wooden door of the east wing again.

I saw the brass lock with its eerie blue glow.

The excruciating pain of an electric current penetrating the entire body, causing bones to feel numb and shattered.

It was all playing out once again, with unparalleled clarity, on his broken body!

"No...no!"

Banggeng let out a shrill, ghostly scream.

He suddenly covered his head and rolled around frantically on the stinking cardboard like a maggot.

Then, the scene before my eyes changed.

He felt as if he had returned to that snowy New Year's Eve.

He hid in that musty alley, clutching the cold, heavy pebble tightly in his hand.

He was filled with malice and wanted to smash that glass.

but!

The stone paused eerily in mid-air.

Then, with even greater force than when it came, it smashed hard and mercilessly onto his own forehead!

"Bang!"

The sound of skull shattering, the despair of blood filling one's eyes.

In that instant, everything returned to him!

"Ah—! My head! My head is splitting open!"

Banggeng gripped his scalp tightly with both hands.

Sharp fingernails scratched open those old sores, and blood mixed with pus flowed all over his face.

He was in so much pain that he rolled around on the ground in agony.

He knocked over a broken bowl he had picked up nearby, and it hit the rough brick wall, but he was completely unaware of it.

He is afraid!

He was really scared!

If I gave him another chance to start over.

He would rather beg on the streets or starve to death.

I absolutely, absolutely dare not go near that five-year-old child who is like a devil!

"grandmother……"

The stick huddled in the corner, trembling like a leaf in the autumn wind.

Tears streamed down his face, which was so dirty that his features were unrecognizable.

"Grandma...you're lying to me..."

"There's no money in there...no meat..."

"There's a devil in there... a devil who eats people without spitting out the bones!"

He cried and wailed as he desperately reached out and clawed at the air.

It was as if he wanted to grab Jia Zhangshi's hand, which had long since turned into bones.

"Grandma...please don't make me steal it..."

"I won't do it again... I really won't do it again..."

"Please... let me go home... I want to go home..."

The sound of the stick dangling grew weaker and weaker.

The "hoarse" sound in his throat turned into his last gasps before death.

His cloudy eyes stared intently at the pale beam of light filtering through the broken roof.

Extreme fear, endless regret, and deep despair about death.

It completely overwhelmed him.

"Hmm..."

With the last breath of foul air mixed with blood and foam, he exhaled.

Banggeng's body stiffened abruptly.

Then, the hand that had been clawing at the void fell limply and heavily onto the stinking cardboard.

Those eyes, which had bulged out of fear, had lost all their luster.

He was once an arrogant and unruly bully in the Hongxing Courtyard, spoiled rotten by Jia Zhangshi.

This is the last vestige of the Jia family's sinful bloodline.

And so, in this dilapidated house in an urban village that no one knew about and that reeked of stench, they lived.

He was consumed by endless fear and regret for the person he feared most in his life.

Breathing has completely stopped.

The scheming and grudges of the old era.

At this moment, with the twisted corpse of Bang Geng, the most tragic yet most perfect ending was drawn.

Outside the dilapidated house.

The crowd that was originally cheering for the launch of the "Pangu" spacecraft.

Suddenly, a scream erupted, filled with extreme shock and panic!

"My God! What is that?!"

"Look at the sky! The sky has cracked open!"

Countless people pointed to the sky, their legs went weak, and they collapsed onto the street.

Above the roof of the dilapidated house, where half of it had collapsed.

The sky was originally a deep blue.

It was as if someone had used an invisible giant axe to cleave a terrifying crack that stretched for tens of thousands of kilometers!

A blinding, blood-red light flickered from the crack.

It seemed to connect to another extremely terrifying hell.

Followed by.

Under the horrified gaze of billions of people around the world.

From that bottomless spatial rift.

A colossal creature exuding an aura of endless desolation and death.

It carries a terrifying pressure capable of crushing the entire Earth.

Slowly, little by little...

It revealed just a glimpse of its cold, metallic sheen!