Simulate the universe, starting with speedrunning Greek.

They shamefully both loathe the cursed child and crave the sense of security of being protected by a group of children.

The ugliness of human nature was laid bare at this moment. Even in the face of an omnipotent God, they still tried to cover up their true feelings, even deceiving themselves, and pleaded for the children's return.

"Please forgive me, great God, bring back the cursed children! I will be the first to support this bill proposing to improve their treatment!!"

"Waaaaah, I want to repent to the great God—!"

"It was those demons who bewitched my mind and led me to commit terrible mistakes."

“I am guilty; I should not have participated in the march against the cursed children.”

certainly--

Some, driven mad by this despair, even question God's actions, madly hating the cursed child, their minds twisted beyond redemption.

The former can be considered to be the kind of people who follow the crowd. Everyone else is bullying the cursed child, so they follow suit and bully the cursed child to vent their negative emotions and secretly unleash their ugly humanity.

In reality, they may not actually have much hatred for the Cursed Children. Some of the latter are driven to rage by the deaths of their loved ones at the hands of Gastrea, which has distorted their values ​​and solidified their belief that these are the children of evil.

Such as Kikunojo Tendo, who has already died twice.

He never felt that his inhumane actions towards the cursed children were wrong, but rather that he genuinely hated these cursed children who knew nothing and were inexplicably implicated in his hatred and forced to endure tragic lives.

Regardless of whether they begged for mercy or cursed and went mad.

It doesn't matter what kind of sound it is.

The voice that confessed but did not show genuine remorse was not something Ye could bear to hear for even a second longer, and it was far from enough to change his original thoughts.

Destruction, destruction, destruction, and more destruction.

Death penalty, death penalty, death penalty, and more death penalty.

Judgment Day has arrived!!!

Then a new wave of divine power descended, faster and more intense! Like a sudden storm, it used destructive force to show people how God responded to their insults and repentance!

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Chapter 163 A powerful and vivid scene, kneel down! The king's aura resonates with his majestic power!

Drives people mad, to the point of insanity!!!

I have repented so much, but what I have gained is an even more heart-pounding and utterly panicked storm!

It was as if they feared the power wasn't terrifying enough, and that they might still be able to survive.

Their pleas and their bowing only fueled God's desire to destroy the world!

Ah, they heard it again—the chanting of divine might and all-encompassing power! They all abruptly raised their heads, their faces filled with disbelief, fear, and madness, and they wept, howled, and screamed even louder. This time, following the silver, a colossal golden demon city, on a cosmic scale, suddenly appeared on the horizon.

The golden demon city's figure suddenly expanded, its projection multiplying countless times, filling the entire starry sky rift, making it visible to everyone in the world, regardless of whether it was facing forward or backward, under the influence of divine light.

The golden magic light began to bloom!!

Night—A majestic voice: "The first thought that comes to mind is 'praise.' Destroy it all, for I love everything in this world."

In a pristine world, cleansed of human filth and garbage by street sweepers, we face humanity's final cries and struggles.

Begging for mercy or cursing—!

God is indifferent—what He displays is the limit of power, the manifestation of His domineering aura!

Can't understand? Then show us what he is through your actions right now.

This time—it's out of an anxious desire to bless, an overwhelming longing to love, to give equal praise and appreciation to all beings unreachable to myself. My universe, my laws, come as I please!

Since the law of destruction has been established, even the universe itself can only equally receive this blessing, even if it is 'love' called destruction.

This terrifying love, none of the things that live in this universe have the right to refuse it. Therefore—it will offer no explanation, no opportunity for anyone to refute or protest. Feeling it's unfair? Feeling it's unacceptable? But so what? This is the law of the tyrant! The shattered light of supreme salvation flickers!

At that moment, the golden sky rose high above—another burst of lightning flashed across the horizon, and people seemed to hear the music of 'The Day of God's Wrath' playing. They looked up in bewilderment and horror at the 'gold' that concealed a massive killing intent capable of destroying a universe!

"What, what is that?!" someone murmured in disbelief.

But this scene seemed familiar.

After all, it was the silver light that shone brightly, and then the world was instantly overrun.

Like a velvet ball, utterly powerless, like a velvet ball being manipulated at will, civilization was utterly destroyed in an instant.

It's starting again! Fear!

Why, why, why?! We're already in such a state, and yet they still want to destroy us?!

No, at least—at least don't destroy me, just kill those sinners who have blasphemed your divine power and disregarded you.

As for those of us who are still repenting... please... have mercy on us!!!

Faced with such cosmic divine power, how could they possibly harbor any thoughts of resistance?

Even at this moment, in a time of extreme anxiety, they still dared not join the ranks of the rebels. Most of those who still had the will to survive, even knowing it was just a fluke, still did not change their posture of 'repentance' despite being driven to despair.

Some even knelt down in a frenzy, and even those who abandoned their escape attempts, just moments before being swallowed by Gastrea, blizzards, or giant locusts, were still weeping and confessing to God.

It was as if this would allow them to ascend to heaven after death.

How foolish! So this is what life is like—stirring around aimlessly.

At this moment, the spirits of heroes from all over the world who witnessed this tragic scene were speechless.

Fortunately, not all humans in their world are so hopeless.

Otherwise, even if they were heroic spirits, remembered by human history, they would not be able to continue to appear and save the world at such a time.

No matter how strong the enemy is, it is not scary. But if they have lost their sense of self and their beliefs, then they will surely lose. It is a situation that even heroic spirits are unwilling to respond to.

Only they themselves can determine the fate of humanity in this era.

Bow and scrape will only hasten your death.

However, this is precisely the punishment that the twisted souls of this world deserve.

Look! The punishment is coming!

The moment the majestic voice of God fell, saying, "Destroy it, for I love everything in this world," they saw it.

An incredibly beautiful scene.

How majestic and dazzling... Suddenly, a god unleashed a golden light more dazzling than the universe, emanating a terrifying divine might—it was about to be devoured!

This led to the illusion that certain thoughts, almost like clairvoyance, surfaced in their minds the instant they saw that scene—

Why is this happening? Why can't I bear it? Not only can I not embrace him, but even the slightest touch on his skin will shatter him. How heartless! Everything in this world is too fragile! This person is too strong!!! Remember death, never forget it.

For love, destruction comes first. Even after destruction, please continue to exist. Did this very prayer create the end of the precipice?

"A powerful and vivid scene, kneel down! The king's aura speaks of majesty."

Death is neither separation nor the end, but a point of passage? No, it's just what we think, which is why we have this longing.

Though distorted, this is still a kind of love. It's not the love between people, but a controlling love that dictates the act of possessing and manipulating objects!

"Long live victory!!" At that moment, the major in London suddenly stood up, ignoring the British president who was almost going crazy and staring in shock at the rescue magic light. The major's lips curled up into a fanatical and extremely happy smile.

Like a devout believer, he carefully and perfectly performed a bow, surrendering to the familiar golden light!

Ah, just as I thought—

He and his minions, those evil spirits, preferred gold to silver.

At this moment, the spirit of color is at its most beautiful!

Silver is too perfect, so perfect that it's boring.

That was not the paradise these demons sought; only gold...

Whenever he saw that divine power and that domineering radiance, he couldn't help but think of that concept.

'This is a universe where master and servant are one; the master praises his subordinates, and destructive love makes them stronger. The fleeting bliss of demons—we all acknowledge this; this is the law of the tyrant!'

"Look, incompetent President, don't you think this scene is superb and admirable?" At this moment, the fat major seemed even more intoxicated and fanatical. He finally turned around to respond to the president who had been constantly asking questions, and asked him in a tone of sincerity that the president had never seen before.

It's as if they're extending some kind of invitation?

However—it's incomprehensible, utterly incomprehensible, to such a horrific thing; where is the beauty in such a terrifying scene?!

President: !!!! Ah, ahh, ahhh!

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Chapter 164 Millions? Tens of millions? Or hundreds of millions?

"Ah, yes...yes, truly...a beautiful storm...Major..." The British President, his voice trembling with suppressed tears, forced a clownish smile, trying to appease the other man, even though his eyes betrayed his true feelings, filled with utter terror.

But if you want to survive, then even saying things against your conscience is unavoidable.

In reality—in His Excellency the President's heart he was crying out, was that terrifying demonic light truly the radiance of a merciful God?

No, the God of today is not the merciful Father, but rather a manifestation of the Lord of Hosts!

Terrifying, utterly terrifying!! For humankind, that dangerous radiance cannot be simply described as beautiful; it is something that inspires trembling fear.

He was completely incapable of empathy, reveling in the destructive magic light that would lead to his death.

This is the last shred of reason!

however--

The major opposite him suddenly showed a regretful expression: "It seems His Excellency the President isn't one of us. Since he doesn't like it, there's no need to pretend to. Liking something comes from the heart; that's easy to understand."

It's easy to see.

The British president was already weeping uncontrollably. He cried out in a hoarse voice, "No!!! No, no, no, I truly... I love the glory before me from the bottom of my heart! You've got it wrong. I was just so overwhelmed with love and excitement that my mind went blank, and I was speechless. It's precisely because I love you that I've lost my composure!"

He vehemently denied it, his intense unease making him believe that if he were denied at such a time, if he were not considered one of their own, he would likely become one of the ants cleansed by God in this sinful age, just like the Londoners outside his window who were falling into ruin.

don't want--!

I absolutely do not want that terrible ending.

He must try to save himself!! Yes, he must save himself!

Major: "That's why I said you simply don't understand. It's too ugly—if you were on our side, you wouldn't need to feel fear at all; you'd be overjoyed at the coming moment. And if you fear and loathe that future, the outcome won't change because of your clumsy performance, you boring president! So—"