Having traversed countless realms, can you possibly be as clever as me?

"Human arrogance and folly originate from this tiny white arrow."

A low, mocking laugh suddenly rang in the ears of every human being.

"The simulated sunlight gives you the confidence to challenge everything, but against me, even a thousand suns would not be enough to dispel my darkness."

"Who are you?!" someone mustered the courage to shout.

What they all received was nothing more than a sharp sound that seemed to tear apart evolution.

The image changed again on everyone's screens.

Countless white arrows converged in one direction, some spewing flames from their boosters, others not, but without exception, these white arrows were gathering in the same direction.

And their ultimate goal was—Japan!

Is this how their government works together to eradicate this evil?

No, that's not it, because they saw it—the bleeding 'embryo' that gathered on the Japanese archipelago, appearing along with an eclipse.

It seemed to gather all the malice in the world, and just one glance was enough to make one want to scream! Blood dripped endlessly from the crimson chunks of flesh, and the sheer horror of its existence was unbearable for the most mentally fragile!

That terrifying demon seemed to sweep in once more, a manifestation of pure malice, a creation of pure horror; such a horrifying thing froze their blood.

Countless nuclear bombs converged on the crimson embryo, and at that moment, countless onlookers screamed in terror.

"Yes, destroy it! Destroy it, destroy this monster!!!"

They wept blood and screamed, hoping that humanity's ultimate weapon would destroy and kill that bleeding monster!

However, the next second, all these expectations were shattered by a mocking laugh.

"Now, you no longer possess them." The demon, a hater of anti-modernity, an oppressor, a being for whom humanity has fabricated the identity of a hater of civilization, mocks.

"You no longer need stones, spears, catapults, swords, any weapons, civilization, institutions, or any of these!!!"

With that sharp sneer, countless white arrows ceased their movement, and amidst the stunned and terrified gazes of all humanity, turned and flew towards the sky.

"So reliant on your weapons and machines. So proud, you can stand atop the Tower of Babel and challenge your Lord!"

"But now—the tower has collapsed."

Countless nuclear weapons flew into the sky, passed through the clouds and the atmosphere, and then converged in the same place.

One after another, fireballs that exploded in the vacuum converged in the same area, just like forming a brand new sun!

Humans trembled, hiding in their houses and bunkers, wherever they were, fearing like trembling animals.

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The scarlet 'fetus' suddenly exploded.

Endless streams of blood rushed down, covering the entire sea, and soon, against the backdrop of the washed-out azure sky—

A small, deep red dot appeared here, then quickly spread and engulfed everything.

Then, within this crimson light, something appeared!

He only appeared for a second, or even less than a second.

In the center of that deep red expanse was an enormous, humanoid creature, standing over 200 kilometers tall. Three antlers jutted from its head, and it had no jaw. Countless overlapping, plate-like scales covered its entire body.

Seven eyes unfolded on his chest, carrying seven boundless malice!

Countless people with strong inspiration have been overwhelmed by fear and filled with madness simply by looking directly at Him.

And without a doubt, no one, absolutely no one, would be so arrogant as to think that he was created with their malice.

He was merely summoned for a fleeting moment by their malice!

At this moment, Tsurugi achieved his first goal.

He understood what he was meant to be described, perceived by humanity, and etched into the world.

He is the sum of negative, primitive, savage, and uncivilized concepts. He is a hatred of modernity, a hatred of humanity, and a hatred of well-intentioned individuals.

This is the 'characteristic' that this world—no, it should be said that countless worlds have bestowed upon him.

They described the Thrush River as if Lucifer were a rebel, Mammon a greedy man, and Beelzebub a filthy man.

The essence of the demon Tsurugi is to represent malice towards civilization.

To this end, they fabricated the story of Dongjiang.

Their legend says that the Crimson King was a demon born beneath the Tree of Knowledge. He witnessed humanity's first crime, its first consumption of the Fruit of Knowledge, and its first attainment of civilization.

Thus, he was both blessed and cursed by his own consciousness; the light of thought and the shadow of the tree only intensified his torment. Existence itself was suffering; he deserved eternal damnation. Perhaps annihilation would be better, perhaps the annihilation of all things would be better.

For this terrible oath, he devoured other demons who had fallen to hell, drawing strength from their essence. His hatred was so deep, his loathing so pure, that he cursed the Creator and the Creator, and vowed to destroy the tree and everything it supported, its branches and roots.

He ascended the throne forged from the bones of his kin. Many gods born in darkness perished there. The ancient and powerful gods were bound to the rule of the Crimson King.

In addition, there are unofficial historical tales about him abducting seven brides, forcing them to mate with him, and then fathering seven extinct offspring...

N!M! B! D! (Enraged)!

What do you mean I'm a collection of uncivilized people? Am I some kind of barbaric person?

Yes, I deny that humanity can build a utopia on its own, but wasn't I acting with good intentions?!

And what does it mean to devour other demons? When have I ever done such a thing? And what about cursing creations and creators, vowing to destroy the world—

Okay, I must admit I have destroyed a few worlds, but which one wasn't done by the people of Heaven?

Michael did it too!

Damn it, when did I ever steal someone else's wife? Am I some kind of bastard or Cao Cao? Oh, of course, this might mean I have seven wives, if that's the case, I can still tolerate it.

But what about forced mating? I'm a fucking pure love god of war, you know?! Forcing someone to do something like this is an insult to my personality—Moger!

You have insulted the history of my Level 4 Desire Power, and I demand that you correct it immediately!

Finally, there are seven children. When the hell did I have children? The closest to having children are Gugu Gaga and DORO, whom I raised, and those little lolis that I sent to Leviathan to raise.

And then there's this last and final piece of unofficial history, which is also the one that Dongjiang finds most intolerable.

—What do you mean by me transforming into a deer and merging with Lucifer to create a pure land in hell?

Who wrote this?! I'm going to kill you!!! (Yujiro's face)

Unofficial history, it's all fucking unofficial history!!!

Tsurugi's first reaction was annoyance at the fact that this damned anecdote was at it again, followed by an indescribable hatred burning in her chest.

kill!kill!kill!

Since they describe themselves this way, let these words and these terrifying legends become reality!

Let the world burn, let cities vanish, let the fruits of wisdom turn to nothing, let suffering devour it all!

But in an instant, he calmed himself down. At the same time, he sensed something was wrong.

Hiss~~~~ Is this damn unofficial history trying to influence him in reverse?

Although it had no effect on his original body, after he chose to descend into this specially crafted negative body of a cursed spirit, he actually had such thoughts because of this anger.

Perhaps I have indeed become too obsessed with the identity of the Crimson King?

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Forget it, let's leave the complicated stuff alone! Tsuruga shook her head, putting these unnecessary thoughts out of her mind.

The first goal has been achieved; now it's time for the second!

But before that—regardless of whether you think this is slander against me or not, I will do it anyway.

First, let me curse this world, let hell descend upon it, let this world become a hell where sinners suffer eternally!

"Domain Expansion: What Happens Afterward!"

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597. Desperate Teenagers at Internet Addiction Treatment Schools

In the internet addiction treatment center, amidst the blood-soaked floor, a boy whose right hand had transformed into a rifle looked at the instructor kneeling and kowtowing before him, and a twisted smile appeared on his face.

His name is Chen Yu, Yu as in island. He likes his name, finding it pleasant to hear and unique compared to the generic names of those around him.

But then he thought, an island is a lonely piece of land surrounded by water, with the sea on all sides, and nowhere to go. At that time, he felt that the name was actually a curse.

Because he loved playing online games, his academic performance was very poor, so his parents thought he was sick and sent him to a school specializing in internet addiction treatment.

As the car drove in, the iron gate closed behind him, accompanied by the clanging of chains, and two men in camouflage pulled him off the car.

His parents stood beside the car; his mother was crying, and his father was shaking hands with a portly drill instructor at the door. His father said, "The child is disobedient; please take good care of him." He spoke with extreme respect and obvious distress, as if he weren't entrusting his own son to a group of strangers, but rather sending a malfunctioning appliance back to the factory for repairs.

Chen Yu turned around and shouted "Mom!" at the top of his lungs, begging his mother not to throw him into such a hellish place, but his mother didn't look at him. Her face was buried in her hands, her shoulders were trembling, but she ignored his pleas for help.

The iron gate closed, and a row of people stood in the courtyard. They were all boys and girls about his age, wearing matching camouflage short-sleeved shirts and sporting identical buzz cuts. No one spoke, no one moved. The sun was blazing, and the concrete ground steamed with heat, making even the soles of his shoes feel hot.

This is the first lesson upon entering the school: standing at attention. You have to stand until someone faints, or until the instructor is satisfied.

Standing next to him was a girl, about twelve or thirteen years old, whose hair had been shaved so that her bluish scalp was visible. She was incredibly thin, her collarbones sunken like two bowls. She stared at the ground, her eyes unblinking.

Chen Yu, who had been shooed over, asked in a low voice, "How long have you been standing here?" She didn't answer; her lips moved slightly, but no sound came out. Then he noticed that her lips were taped shut, and there were dried scabs underneath.

At that time, he didn't know that in this school, you needed to apply to speak, to use the restroom, and to drink water, and whether your application was approved depended on the instructor's mood. And the instructor's mood was the only law in this courtyard surrounded by gray walls.

Doing so without permission will come at a terrible price.

Their first meal was dinner. They were taken to the canteen, where each person was given an iron plate. There was rice, shredded potatoes, and a small piece of cold braised pork. He hadn't eaten all day, and when he reached for his chopsticks, he was slapped.

"Who told you to pick up your chopsticks?"

A fat drill instructor stood in front of the canteen, holding a rubber baton in his hand. It was black, about thirty centimeters long, and covered in rubber. It was guaranteed not to leave a mark when it hit someone, but it would definitely hurt a lot.

The fat instructor walked over, stood in front of him, looked down at him, and said angrily.

"Stand up!"

He stood up, and the fat instructor picked up his metal plate and casually slammed it onto the table in front of him. Rice and shredded potatoes splattered all over the table, and the piece of meat rolled onto the floor, covered in dust.

"Pick it up. Eat it."

"I'll eat your mother's filth!!!"

Chen Yu was furious and angrily pointed at his nose and cursed. Then, the next moment, he felt a piercing and unbearable pain in his chest and back, as if he had been hit by a rubber baton.

He was beaten for more than three minutes, until he screamed and apologized.