Simulate the universe, starting with speedrunning Greek.

Boom!

Suddenly, a loud bang came from the sky outside, attracting the attention of the group.

They had never heard the voice of the gods in this golden demon city, but they heard that familiar, majestic, and dignified voice outside.

Chant—! The divine radiance of silver and gold simultaneously soars into the cosmos!

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Chapter 161 The world is filthy, the salt snow and giant locusts reappear!

It has been confirmed that all the cursed children in the world have just been transferred.

Even those souls still deserving of redemption were taken away, or were currently near the heroic spirits, in the designated 'safe zone' area.

So now, all that's left in this world is filth and grime.

We can begin now, the true revelation, the Great Purge.

When the voice of the Apocalypse sounded, it wasn't just the major who sang loudly, nor was it just Acardo, who felt he could finally indulge himself and couldn't help but shout that the Heart of Hermes would unleash a river of blood to engulf the earth. Even Abby, who had been scarering the bear princess, became a little more serious, no longer bullying the honest girl, but looking towards the horizon with longing and anticipation.

Is the Lord she believes in—the Lord who saved her—finally about to begin?

Purge this world—Abi hasn't even witnessed the destruction of a world yet.

Such a grand and ugly demise, even a bad kid like Abby could comfortably appreciate it without feeling the slightest guilt!

---..Buzz~!! At the same time, the enormous silver rift in space suddenly burst forth with intense light!

The so-called throne of gods refers to the existence that has become a god, and the world and laws that it rules over are the 'throne of gods'.

The so-called God is the very essence of all things, and also the manifestation of the universe as a living entity.

Therefore, the stars, nature—and all the individuals that live within them—are part of God.

Just as each individual's cells carry the same genes, they become the embodiment of the divine being, or the attributes that govern all things in that era.

As the supreme god, Night, both theoretically and in reality—in any universe he inhabits and governs—only one Night is permitted to exist. All others are inferior imitations. To contend for supremacy, one must defeat Night; only the victor is worthy to create a new world based on their ideals. When Night arrived in this universe, it was a desolate, ownerless place.

Therefore, the night can perfectly and instantly grasp the entire universe, and then freely graffiti and modify this world.

First, there is the brilliance of silver!

In order to completely cleanse all the sins of these things, and to purify the world.

For this distorted, dark, and cruel world of the past, the principle of stars—the tragic way of heaven—is most fitting.

"Too filthy, too vile..." God exclaimed in the universe, his voice seemingly echoing in the ears of every living thing under the stars.

Then—he unleashed divine punishment.

That was—a judgment from the voice of heaven!

Since humanity in this world is too evil, let's eliminate human individuality and create a dystopian society with a collective structure.

Let the world first become a pure white hell, a cage of salt.

It was a salt prison filled with obsessive-compulsive cleanliness and the need for disinfection and sterilization.

"The first feeling is 'lamentation'—what is sought is salvation. Why the strife, why the killing, why the hatred, sons of man? Ah, why are my sins so heavy? Then cleanse, purify original sin."

“Sad Thoughts of Heaven – Qelalahkemaddovattabho”

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"Yet, the six-legged, six-segmented, and six-winged retinue, more numerous than the ferocious swarms of sea sand that devour celestial stars, have gathered here in response to your call, my king."

"And beneath all blood and tyranny, even the name of God obeys only my thoughts, devouring greed and burying it all. Come, Gog and Magog!!"

Boom! Lightning flashed and thunder roared throughout the entire universe. This astonishing phenomenon made it seem as if the whole world was about to be destroyed by lightning at any moment.

The next moment, an endless locust plague appeared.

Terrifying locusts—! Each one was even the size of a fighter jet, emitting a sharp, piercing, and dense swarm, devouring everything in their path in an instant, even Gastrea were wiped out in a flash. But—it wasn't enough, not enough, not enough!!!

The end of the world has come, and because of the perfected Book of Revelation, people on the horizon can now see even more visions as they chant.

I saw seven horns sound, seven golden bowls smashed, and even the golden, enormous goddess—the Virgin Mary—mercifully overlooking the glory of humankind.

However—the chanting continued, even for humanity today, the calamities that had already befallen the world were already beyond their capacity to cope with, completely exceeding their limits.

However—the chanting became even faster, and a sense of madness seemed to be mixed with stability, driving people mad and bewitched.

Because they could see, as God chanted, the instant the calamities would descend upon the world afterward!

Then, before people could recover from the despair of the previous calamity, the next one was about to begin!

A resounding voice echoes throughout the universe—"AlphaOmegaEloiEloheElohimSabaothElyonSady Origin and End Eloi"

"Yellow Yeellow In Sadi, the Most High God of Hosts, by your name I have seen Satan in the form of lightning, fallen from heaven."

"Only you grant us the power to crush all enemies beneath your feet; none can harm me. Alas, glory opens the gates of eternity."

Who is the eternal king? The almighty God, the glorious king, NetsibMelah!!!

Boom! The lightning and thunder that resounded throughout the universe once again made Artemis, with her enormous body as a machine god, feel only a tiny part of it. It was a divine power more terrifying than the descent of the omnipotent god Zeus, sweeping across the entire universe and even spreading out of the universe.

Then, snow began to fall all over the world—no, it was salt!!!

The mountains began to be swallowed by salt snow, turning into snow-capped mountains. Countless remaining human buildings began to be enveloped and assimilated by salt, turning into pillars of salt, and began to collapse!

The remaining humans all over the world are screaming and fleeing in all directions!

But—escape? Where to escape to?

Giant locust beasts, omnipresent, a calamity storm that looks like snow but corrodes skin like sulfuric acid, threatening to turn their blood and skin into salt! Or are the Gastrea, ironically, the easiest prey to deal with in this catastrophe?!

However, even these native Gastrea are still predators that ordinary humans cannot handle!

Now—they are the prey!!

At this moment, people of all races and skin colors around the world experienced the same feelings, the same despair, and cried out in alarm.

"The Cursed Children!! Where are the Cursed Children?! Let them come out and protect us!!"

"It's over, it's all over, the world is going to end, sob sob, God is destroying the world! God wants humanity to die out, it's all over!! No one can escape, there's nothing we can do!"

"God, why have you forsaken us?!"

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Chapter 162 Whether it's repentance or blasphemy, the process of destruction is irreversible.

Panic ensued as salt turned into blizzards that engulfed the world in minutes.

It was as white as snow, yet thicker than blood, as if it wanted to completely seal off all life, filled with an corrosive power, making it more terrifying and horrifying than a simple snow disaster.

Behold—this magnificent sight!! Beneath this cosmic beauty lurks the murderous intent of the Supreme God!

Now, even without knowing that other regions had also fallen on the same day, all of humanity, imagining the same calamity and the same scenes unfolding around the world, was plunged into the same ultimate panic! 'I fear it, I cry out for it, I utter curse-like questions for it.'

'God, why have you forsaken us? Why have you abandoned your people who love you and believe in you?'

'Question—Where are the cursed children? Where have they gone? Can't the voices of us sufferers reach the heavens? Yet—the demon children have vanished, and entered Paradise.'

Confused, bewildered, unable to understand...

After the apocalypse begins, people place their faith in an ethereal god and dwell on the past in order to avoid mental breakdown.

Yet—the God whom they prayed to, prayed for, and believed in devoutly, when He truly descended, did not immediately destroy the cursed child whom they had long loathed. Instead, He dealt a devastating blow to all of humanity. At this moment, cries of lamentation, despair, unwilling roars, doubts, and pleas for mercy filled the world.

The divine power of night covered the entire planet, and every wail could be heard with perfect clarity.

but--

"If you ask why..." Night.

The cursed children: 'Our suffering is far greater than yours.'

At night—he could hear the children crying.

The heavy trauma and grief of the past ten years would surely move even the Mother of Evil to tears.

The earliest humans, who experienced calamities, were perhaps the ones who suffered more and craved mercy.

But when they choose to transform into demons, attempting to transfer their pain onto the little angels, the tears shed by the demons are no longer worthy of pity.

And so—the night responded to the crowd, giving them an even more dazzling and terrifying silvery radiance.

Like a silver sun, a great silver sun, shining with divine power and all-encompassing light, like a scorching aurora about to pierce the whole world, tearing through the earth and turning the world upside down—evaporating the ocean along with it, absolutely ruthless and absolutely right and rational, not listening to any prayers, not giving any chance to explain, not allowing any excuses or reasons.

Your judgment has been handed down—you deserve to die!

We must wipe out this last vestige of the ecosystem, leaving no chance for those worm-like, twisted, and filthy creatures to survive in the cracks after the disaster!

Of course—these people probably won't need such an opportunity.

After all, those who lack conviction and only wield their swords against the weaker cannot achieve the tenacious vitality of humanity, akin to immunity, that existed in the mythical era of the game of life that paved the way for creation.

Rather than sacrificing the individual to preserve the greater good, seeking even a one in a million chance for the survival of the race... there's probably only one such person...

That's right, they started shifting blame to each other before disaster struck.

Just like right now...—

When the continuous blizzards and terrible locusts, which correspond to the calamities that God cast down in the Book of Exodus and destroyed Egypt, truly came to pass in the present world.

After the prayers were answered, Shenbao finally realized they were wrong—no, they realized they were going to die.

People were terrified...

At first, everyone was on the same side, seemingly pleading, yet also subtly questioning with a hint of moral blackmail—why would God abandon the devout among them and choose the children of the devil—the cursed children?

After discovering that God completely ignored their clownish behavior and no longer cared about their voices, they realized that God was not paying attention to them at all.

Faced with a severe threat to their lives, people were terrified, bowed their heads, and, with tears streaming down their faces, began to understand God's will in a final, almost desperate moment. They instinctively knew the prevailing trend, what the mainstream was, and the cursed child was the mainstream: "We were wrong—!! Great God, I repent! I shouldn't have treated the cursed child, those poor children, the way I did in the past!"

No, rather—actually, there really is some. At least at this moment, the longing for the cursed child is real, and I am not deceiving myself.

Even now, they felt a pang of longing for those cursed children who, when they were sent away, had initially brought them a sense of relief and filled them with utter disgust!

Rather, it's more accurate to say that they miss the cursed children, who, in the past, would willingly step onto the battlefield and stand at the forefront to protect them from any major calamity. Now, losing that protection is so devastating for them, leaving them unable to find peace.