I chose the safe house, and the Human Alliance regretted it.

Zhou Yao's face drained of all color in an instant.

Memories surged forth from the depths of her mind like a burst dam.

Frame by frame, the images are crystal clear:

Wang Wei sat on the sofa in the small building, holding a wine glass, a faint smile on his lips;

Wang Wei stood on the city wall, hands behind his back, and said, "Wait for me to come back."

Wang Wei raised his hand, pinched Zi Bai, and threw it toward Jiangnan City like trash.

The past that had been erased returned at this moment, bringing with it a chilling cold.

"What...did I do..." Zhou Yao murmured, a desperate smile appearing on her lips.

Old Liu devoured the superhumans of Jiangnan City, and she personally smashed Fatty Li's head.

"Wang Wei!"

Inside Jiangnan City, millions of people with superpowers were stunned into silence.

Those sealed memories were unlocked like a key, rushing wildly into everyone's consciousness.

That "sinner of humanity," the "source of disaster," has appeared.

They remembered the person who slapped the Purple God away and waved away the beast tide.

"I... why did I forget him..." a superhuman murmured in a daze, his voice sounding like it was coming from a grave.

The others weren't much better off.

Puzzle, confusion, shock, fear—various emotions flashed across tens of thousands of faces, like a silent storm.

This is Jiangnan City.

It is Wang Wei's Jiangnan City.

They came uninvited, took over the place, and made it their last refuge.

Even more crucially, all the original superhumans in Jiangnan City are dead.

Although they didn't kill them themselves, who can say for sure what happened?

Within the city, all those with superpowers stopped what they were doing.

Some people took a step back, some clenched their fists, and some lowered their heads, no longer daring to look at the figure on the city wall.

The air was so heavy it felt like it was about to drip water.

They waited silently, awaiting judgment.

The discussion in the villa's hall abruptly ceased.

The league's top officials stood there, stunned.

Wang Wei—this name struck like a thunderbolt, shattering their sealed memories.

All of them sitting here, discussing Jiangnan City and the future of humanity, seem pale and laughable at this moment.

Old Liu's pupils suddenly contracted, and a trace of fear flashed in his eyes, so fast it was almost invisible.

This is incredible.

Wang Wei completely disappeared from everyone's memory, only to suddenly reappear.

"Yuxu..." Old Liu's heart trembled.

He remembered that before Wang Wei disappeared, Dewey had taken him to Yuxu.

It's Yuxu!

That place blocked everyone's memories, causing Wang Wei to vanish from this world.

And now, he's back.

After the initial fear, a glint of light suddenly flashed in Old Liu's eyes.

He slowly stood up.

In the hall, everyone's eyes were on Old Liu.

"Let's go out and take a look," Old Liu said calmly, and took the lead in walking towards the door.

His steps were very steady, so steady that no flaws could be seen.

Behind them, the crowd exchanged glances and then got up to follow.

On the city wall of Jiangnan, Wang Wei stood with his hands behind his back.

His face revealed no emotion, only a calmness that made people afraid to look directly at him.

His gaze swept across the city's many superhumans, over their terrified, guilty, and evasive faces, before settling on a forgotten corner of the city wall.

In the corner, a corpse lay like a piece of trash carelessly discarded.

Wang Wei made a move.

Under everyone's watchful eyes, he swayed slightly and appeared in front of Fatty Li's corpse in the next instant.

Upon closer inspection, the property ownership certificate and vehicle registration certificate were still affixed to Fatty Li's body.

His skull was split open, and glaring cracks spread across his face.

The blood had drained away, and the obese body had become somewhat shriveled.

Wang Wei remained silent for a long time.

His gaze shifted from the fat man's face to his head—the fat man's superpowers had been dispelled, and he had become an ordinary person.

And between his legs... Wang Wei didn't look any further.

He crouched down and gently picked up the property ownership certificate and vehicle registration certificate.

"Fatty." Wang Wei's voice was very soft, as if he was afraid of waking something. "I hope you're like me, just going back to start over this time."

He reached out and slowly closed the fat man's empty eyes.

His fingertips trembled slightly the moment they touched the cold skin.

The city's superhumans watched this scene with expressions of shock.

What did Wang Wei mean by what he just said?

"This time it's just going back to start a new game."

He died before?

He was reborn?

Wang Wei slowly stood up and turned around.

"The man was killed." His voice wasn't loud, but it cut through the city's deathly silence like a knife. "Why did you torture the fat man before you died?"

The surrounding temperature suddenly dropped.

"Who did it?" Wang Wei asked.

The entire venue fell into a deathly silence.

Millions of people with superpowers were frozen in place.

"Ten breaths," Wang Wei said calmly. "If you don't speak, you die."

A terrifying pressure emanated from Wang Wei, like an invisible mountain pressing down on everyone's chest.

He now held a sword—the Robbery Sword.

He planned to personally inflict the same fate on everyone in the city as the fat man had died.

10, 9, 8, 7...

6, 5, 4, 3 —

"It's that Purple Heavenly God!" Zhou Yao's voice rang out from the crowd.

Wang Wei turned to look at her.

"It's the Purple Heaven Goddess herself who's come," Zhou Yao said through gritted teeth, every word trembling. "She crippled Fatty and killed him."

Wang Wei looked at her, and the corner of his mouth twitched slightly.

“You’ve forgotten,” he said, “that I am the prophet.”

Upon hearing this, Zhou Yao gave a bitter smile.

Yes, the person standing in front of her is the true prophet.

Wang Wei withdrew his gaze and looked at the city full of superhumans.

"I gave you a chance, but you were useless." His voice was soft, but it was like a slap in the face to everyone.

He originally wanted to see if anyone would step forward voluntarily.

But after waiting for ten breaths, all he got was silence, and only a woman who had been driven to the brink of despair and was lying.

"It seems," Wang Wei raised his sword, "that there's no point in living anymore."

The faces of millions of superhumans turned deathly pale.

Some people closed their eyes in despair.

Just then, a commotion came from the direction of the entrance to the underground living area.

Hundreds of thousands of ordinary people poured out of the passageway like a flood bursting its banks.

They pushed, jostled, and shouted, their voices growing closer and louder.

"It was Elder Liu from the Alliance who devoured the superhumans of Jiangnan City!"

"It was done by people from the league!"

"They killed Fatty, they killed Zhao Lie, they killed everyone!"

"Old Liu is the murderer! He's the real sinner!"

More and more people gathered, and the noise grew louder and louder.

All the pent-up fear, anger, and pain of losing loved ones poured out at this moment.

"Old Liu! It was Old Liu who killed him!"

"And Zhou Yao! She killed Fatty."

Inside Jiangnan City, Old Liu and his group had just stepped out of the villa area.

He heard those sounds and paused in his tracks.

"These fools," he said in a low voice, his voice as cold as ice.

Behind them, the league's top officials looked at each other in bewilderment.

Wang Wei stood beside Fatty Li's corpse, his sword in hand.

He heard those voices, and his gaze swept across the crowd to Old Liu, who was walking towards him.

The night wind, carrying the stench of blood, blew in from outside the city.

Old Liu stepped out from the crowd, his voice calm and unhurried:

"Wang Wei, there are only so many people left in the world. How many more do you want to kill?"