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If Wan Qi just goes back like this, there's nothing she can do.

As a result, even though Wan Qi's main consciousness was completely dormant, his soul subconsciously put up the most resolute resistance, refusing to be dragged into the other world. Then, his mental power directly used Arcana as an anchor point and held onto her tightly.

If this had happened before, Arcana would definitely have used his silver tongue to lure Wanqi into joining him.

But now Wanqi's main consciousness is dormant, and all his actions are subconscious reactions, just like an electric shock to a frog's leg. No matter how eloquent Arcana is, he has no use for it.

Moreover, because of what Vanchi did, Arcana is now even more hesitant to move.

Because people are not rational when they are in a subconscious state, they don't know how to control their strength. The other side of Wan Qi's soul is the Red Sea power that Arcana is helpless against. It's like having a person with a trigger fuse strapped to their body hanging on you. And the model, power, and sensitivity are unknown. Would you dare to move?

Virtin was right; Arcana was indeed stuck and couldn't break free at all.

In the past, Virtin would never have dared to prepare a mystical ritual under Arcana's nose, but now there's no need to worry at all.

Soon, the relevant ceremonies were prepared, but what Virtin didn't know was that at this moment, in a dark corner, a pair of eyes were silently watching everything that was happening here.

Snyder, along with his men, carried his sister to this place.

When Wanqi went berserk, Snyder, who already had little loyalty to the Hand of Reconstruction, simply chose to stay put and leave with his subordinates through the underground passage.

As the stronghold of the Reshaping Hand, the underground passages here are a complex maze structure that can change its shape. However, Wan Qi's unbridled destruction has completely dismantled the occult structure of this place. Snyder was almost affected by the indiscriminate AOE, but luck came into play at the critical moment. She not only escaped, but also found her sister in the basement, achieving a happy ending—temporarily.

But by this time, the outside world had completely changed. The black mud and red crystals that filled the air made it difficult for even flying creatures to escape, let alone humans who relied on their feet to move.

At this moment, Snyder noticed the bone cell left behind by Vanchi before he left. Although she dared not go there for protection, she felt that staying nearby would be quite safe.

Afterwards, Vanzie and Arcana fought their way into Chicago, turning it into a brutal battlefield. Their route was also the only safe passage, so Snyder had no other choice but to bring everyone here.

"That's the government official, GBP=('。'*))) Sigh, what a chaotic day."

Snyder fiddled with her pistol; she had lost all hope in this utterly heartless world.

Snyder thought the St. Love Foundation was salvation, but instead they mocked him as a damned pauper. The Reconstruction Hand was a real terrorist organization. What Snyder wanted—a small shelter for himself and his family—he had to fight tooth and nail to get it here. He couldn't gain any trust; he was just a delicate pawn on a chessboard, manipulated by the player every move, with no choice whatsoever.

If I had that kind of power, then my sister and I wouldn't have to beg for other people's protection anymore.

Snyder witnessed the destruction of Chicago firsthand. The St. Love Foundation's branch there didn't even last a second before being reduced to nothing, becoming one of countless mutated monsters. These monsters are currently dormant only because they lack further instructions from their masters; they are not without danger.

"It's a terrifyingly powerful force, don't you think so too, Forget-Me-Not Shopkeeper?"

With the sound of a bullet being chambered, Snyder aimed his gun at Forget-Me-Not, who had also miraculously survived.

It's not surprising that the two met here, since there's only one safe passage, and it's impossible to get past the red crystal and the black mud.

When gods fight, mortals suffer – this is a true reflection of the situation for everyone present.

“Miss Arcana needs some help now, Snyder. You know the Foundation won’t protect you, much less your sister. The Reshaping Hand is your only option.”

"Yes, I know, but I don't like this choice, and now I'm not sticking to my previous choice."

Snyder's smile grew even brighter, while Forget-Me-Not sensed danger.

And then...bang!

Section 20: The "Torrential Rain" Three Hours Later

(Fifth update!)

People can be incredibly humble in order to survive, and if this price also includes the price of loved ones, then risking oneself is not hard to understand.

But now, Snyder suddenly finds himself quite funny.

Look at this destructive power. Chicago, the third largest city in the United States, has been transformed into this in the blink of an eye. The people living here are like ants in an anthill being filled with boiling water, suddenly dying without warning. Even the people who killed them may not have paid any attention to them, after all, it was just stepping on a few ants.

The evil caused by this disregard is even more chilling and frightening.

God cast his gaze upon the human world, but his eyes held only indifference.

Snyder felt exhausted. All his efforts suddenly seemed meaningless in the face of such power. This power had nothing to do with him; it was neither there to destroy him nor to protect him. He was just a tiny ant that had survived by chance in its path, and he had already done his best to live.

So painful, so helpless, so cold...

This kind of world has nothing to do with us mortals, so it doesn't matter anymore. In the final moments, just be happy.

So Snyder chose to point a gun at the person who was using her, simply because she wanted to.

Forget-Me-Not: I really didn't expect Snyder to suddenly point his gun at me. The aura emanating from him was extremely dangerous, a self-destructive tendency that burst forth after some kind of extreme surrender, coupled with obsessive hatred.

Snyder has every reason to hate the Reshaping Hand, based on what happened to his sister.

"Manager, let's fight to our hearts' content in this final moment, just like on a dueling stage."

Snyder repeatedly pulled the trigger, the arcane bullets tracing deadly paths, leaving Forget-Me-Not in a very sorry state.

He's not a professional at roaming tactics, and Snyder would be a real problem for him in a one-on-one situation.

Moreover, as soon as the gunshots rang out, the Foundation's action team immediately discovered the situation.

"It's gunfire!"

"There are enemies over there!"

"Protect Si Chen!"

Forget-Me-Not is really at a loss now. Snyder has gone crazy and insists on settling scores with me at this time. And the people from the Foundation are coming over. It's definitely a bit of a disadvantage for me to fight the entire Sichen Squad alone. It's best to retreat as soon as possible.

"Governor, you've arrived."

Snyder, holding two pistols, turned his head to look at Virtin, his smile filled with numbness.

“Snyder…”

Wilting didn't know what to say, so he could only pull down the brim of his hat.

“My sister and I have been trying to survive, but now it seems that whether we can survive or not is not up to the ‘torrential rain’ or the gods who walk among us. Natural disasters are random probabilities, but they are bound to bring them.”

Wilting stepped forward and said earnestly, "Snyder, we are not your enemies. Can you tell me what you need?"

"I just want to live with my family. After this disaster, can you, government officials, do that?"

"At least, I can hold an umbrella for you."

"An umbrella. It's a bit small, but it's enough for me."

Snyder walked toward Veltin, who gestured for Sonnet and Stargazer to stay put, while Veltin walked toward Snyder herself, expressing her sincerity in this way.

When the two were face-to-face and less than half a meter apart, Snyder smiled.

"Such a dangerous distance, sir, are you really not afraid of dying?"

"I just want to save one more person."

“It’s a simple wish. If I had met someone else back then…” Snyder hesitated, then shook her head and replied with a smile, “From now on, my power will be at your disposal.”

As a result, Snyder and her Mafia members were added to the outer defenses, and the spiritual connection ritual began.

Success or failure?

I will never give up until the very end! So, Wanqi, here I come.

A deathly silence descended—or rather, not absolute darkness, for there was something in front of Wan Qi: a tri-fold, unbranded mobile phone.

Wan Qi's main consciousness and body have been temporarily blocked. He is now like being locked in a dark room, but this dark room is not secure. There are forces outside tearing at it, trying to rescue Wan Qi.

But Wan Qi didn't want to go out, because the force tearing this little dark room apart was the seawater of the Red Sea world.

If you leave here, you'll be caught and taken back to that place where there's no future.

"I didn't expect there to be a mobile phone to play here, but you're too bad at it, there's only one function." Wan Qi fiddled with the tri-fold folding phone in his hand and muttered, "Can you play some games? Tencent games are fine, NetEase games are also okay."

The phone didn't respond, and his wish was clearly not fulfilled, because it was just a phone.

"You must be extraordinary to be able to enter the Red Sea world and take me to another world. So, can we make a deal? Give me some time to complete the mission, the situation is not good right now."

The phone remained unresponsive because it was just a phone operating on a program.

"Please, give me some more time, just a little more time..."

Wan Qi held his phone, his voice growing softer and softer, because he was terrified, truly terrified.

The Red Sea didn't harm itself, and it didn't even allow itself to harm itself, but it just wouldn't let itself leave.

Perhaps all of this is just a passive reaction to a particular natural environment, but in reality it turns time into a soft yet deadly blade.

At first, you won't feel anything unusual. But as time goes on, you will gradually become frantic, forgetting your own existence, forgetting whether you even exist, and eventually denying your own existence.

Am I alive?

Am I dreaming?

I must be having a nightmare I haven't woken up from!

I'm dead, hahaha, I must be dead, it must be!

With the collapse of his spirit, he could no longer be called a human being. Wan Qi had such fragments in his memory. During those unbearable days, he frantically tried to prove that he was dead and hoped that this was an undeniable fact.

The Red Sea is silent, merely watching.

Snyder felt like an ant compared to the powerful Wan Qi.

But in the face of the Red Sea, aren't Vanchi just like an ant?

Even if it's killing or being killed, at least Wan Qi has a response; he can speak and has emotions like joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness. But Hong Hai has nothing; he just quietly watches everything happen and then falls silent.

True silence and indifference are far more terrifying than any god in the world.

Wan Qi is the person in the world who most wants the Red Sea to have self-awareness, even if it's just to mock him when he's on the verge of collapse, at least that would prove he still has a human form.

But time will erase everything, make you forget yourself, and you will no longer be a person.

Even Wan Qi couldn't guarantee that he was the same person he was at the beginning, because to find the past, he had to first cross those mad abysses torn apart by time.

Keep moving forward, don't look back. This is a beautiful message for looking forward to the future.

But for Wan Qi, this is a way of protecting himself from the fact that his understanding is still in a human state.

By the way, does the "person" I've defined still qualify as a person?

The countdown timer on the phone ticked silently, and the black box of Arcana's confinement began to loosen.

In terms of pure power, even that old Deng-level mystic is no match for the Red Sea.

"If I had known it would turn out like this, I would have wandered around from the beginning. The Reconstruction Hand, the Holy Foundation, what do they have to do with me? I'm just a passerby in this world. I could have found some local delicacies, experienced the American culture under the Great Depression, taken some photos with historical figures, and at least brought them back to enjoy from time to time. What are these pathetic creatures waiting for their doomsday judgment compared to them?"

"My life is such a failure..."

"Wan Qi!"

A familiar voice suddenly rang in Wan Qi's ears... it was echoing in his mental world.

"It's Virtin!"

Wan Qi felt a surge of energy, but quickly lay back down.

She's a warm and sincere girl, and she really wanted to help me, but there's nothing you can do.

Even if I were lying in your arms right now, begging, "Vildin, I don't want to die," you could only watch, at most giving me end-of-life care, and maybe singing a lullaby for me would be quite fitting.

No, I'd say I'll switch to "The Internationale," the rock version—it'll be more energetic, more powerful, and stronger!

What am I thinking? At a time like this, I should just obediently wait to die. But forget it, I don't even have the right to wait to die. If Arcana could really kill me now, I'd actually like to thank her before I die.

"Wanqi! Can you hear me?"

What a patient girl. Fine, I'll reply to her.

"You can hear it clearly, it's Sony sound quality."

"Wan Qi! That's great! You can hear me. In that case, you must have a way to get out, right?"

Yes, it exists, but rushing out is tantamount to actively embracing the Red Ocean, which will allow you to move faster.

"Let's go out. I think it's fine here too. We can rest for a while."

Wan Qi's tone was relaxed, but Virtin keenly sensed that something was amiss.

"What happened? Did Arcana say something to you?"

"No, it's just that I simply don't want to go out."

Silence, wordless silence.

A moment later, Virtin's voice rang out again: "Is it something I can't help with, so you've resigned yourself to your fate?"

"Yes, we've resigned ourselves to our fate. We thought it was hope, but it turned out to be a deep pit. There's not enough time. I already knew this when we went completely crazy with Arcana. I'm sorry, Virtin, I can't deal with Arcana. You guys should get out of here as soon as possible and run as far away as possible. At least for now, that old Deng definitely can't catch you. I can feel that."