Sir! Don't close the net!

Once you've tasted blood, experienced the thrill of hunting, and felt the freedom of running in the wild, you've truly experienced it.

Dogs will turn into wolves.

Norman didn't like this idea because he was a ruler, and for rulers, dogs are a symbol of loyalty. If he were told that even a well-bred dog could betray him and become a dangerous wolf over something he considered trivial, then there would be no one in the world he could trust.

Now, he understands.

He had been to the Triassic Circle, he knew what the Triassic Circle was like, and he was also familiar with every inch of the Jurassic Circle. The two were separated only by a city wall. Even if the city wall was gone, this would still be the world he knew. His long-dormant heart would not be disturbed in the slightest.

But he was wrong. The city walls hadn't even collapsed yet. As the two familiar lands gradually became one, his heart began to race, his blood began to boil, and he became "thirsty".

"godfather--"

Snake peeked out from behind the screen and bowed his head to report.

"Dante is still guarding the gate to the Cretaceous period."

Norman paused in his swirling of the wine glass, his eyes never leaving the collapsing city wall for a moment. From the dust and smoke of the collapse, deformed monsters were crawling out one after another.

"It doesn't matter. He must be carrying that dagger. In fact, the current situation suits him better. What's breaking out isn't war, but a terrible calamity. His opponents aren't people, but... monsters. Heh—a righteous hero, huh?"

Norman tilted his head back and downed the bright red liquor in one gulp, a strange glint in his eyes.

Snake lowered his body again. "So when do we make our move?"

"Are you in such a hurry to fight those monsters?"

“Although we are prepared for a sharp decline in population, I think we still have to do our best to protect our industries and our people,” Snake said, his expression unchanged, but a few beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

“I’ve heard that those monsters… are now no different from the legacy of ancient gods that can move,” Norman said, holding up an empty wine glass towards the collapsed city wall as if someone were reverently pouring wine. “Even if we leave them alone, their bodies will soon give way. Although they look as ugly as if they were fished out of hell, every drop of their blood, every piece of their flesh, every bone… contains power.”

Norman narrowed his eyes slightly.

"Once their flesh and bones cover the entire wasteland, this abandoned land will be reborn. The arms manufacturing industry is nothing but fireworks in the face of that power; there's nothing to regret. As for our own people..."

Snake shuddered and unconsciously bent over.

“I don’t see any of our own people down there,” Norman grinned. “What, isn’t what we gave you enough? You want to go down and steal the nutrients from this land?”

Snake fell to his knees with a thud, pressing his forehead firmly against the ground, too afraid to move.

"right--"

"Sure, you can start now."

Norman flicked his wrist, and the transparent glass slipped and shattered on the floor.

Snake, who was ready to cut off his own arm to show his loyalty, was taken aback.

Norman had already walked back to his usual seat, arms outstretched.

"To devour the nutrients of this land, grow stronger, and then occupy a high position—wasn't that the decision made from the very beginning?"

Snake opened his mouth, his eyes lit up, nodded vigorously, and got up and ran out.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

Inside the Jurassic Circle, the residents, still reeling from the collapse of the city walls, were completely unaware that creatures could have entered their world amidst such a natural disaster. By the time they realized what was happening, the monsters were already roaring and charging towards them.

"Help!"

"A monster! Why are there monsters?!"

Limbs and blood splattered.

Some were torn apart as they charged forward with howling cries, some had their bodies broken during their frenzied counterattacks, some successfully killed the monsters during their frenzied counterattacks and were drenched in strange blood from head to tail, some were swept away by the flesh and blood as the monsters swelled and exploded during their escape, and some hid at home, clutching their heads and trembling with fear.

Good fortune and misfortune unfolded continuously.

Dante, who witnessed all of this, was in a daze.

The war he envisioned did not materialize; instead, it turned into a calamity.

This mad calamity has connected many suspicious points.

Why are the gangsters so confident that they can take over the entire wasteland by simply providing funding to unleash the legacy of the ancient gods' power?

From the very beginning, they never intended to use the legacy of unleashing the power of the ancient gods to attack the capital, Millennium; they only needed to protect themselves during this calamity.

These monsters will keep rushing inward, breaking through the Cretaceous Circle, and storming into the capital, Millennium, where they will wreak havoc.

Why was his father so tolerant and indifferent towards him?

Because no matter what he did, he couldn't stop this natural disaster, and he even thoughtfully prevented a rift between father and son. He already possessed the qualities that would lead to this catastrophe.

Tickets for those who survived the disaster.

Dante trembled as he raised his hand and pulled a dagger that glowed with an ominous green light from his pocket.

The words "hero of justice" in his heart were shattering, revealing the words "son of Norman, the Mafia godfather" that had been hidden behind the scenes.

Just as Dante was in a daze, Wojci ran out, staring at the dagger in Dante's hand with a look of astonishment.

"Mr. Dante? Mr. Dante, why haven't you used this dagger yet? But it's alright, as long as you have this dagger, you won't be attacked by those monsters. However, I suggest you help us kill the monsters. Although it's impossible to kill them all, killing more will bring unexpected benefits!"

After saying that, Watchdog charged toward Hell with glowing eyes, only to be quickly swallowed up by the chaos.

"Ugh—Ughhhhh!"

Dante's knees buckled, and he clutched his head, wailing in agony.

He heard accusations, as if countless people surrounded him, pointing fingers and condemning his falsehood and self-righteous righteousness.

"No, that's not how it is..."

Are you the righteous hero who has come to help me?

The memories he had distorted gradually became clearer. The beautiful girl he looked up at did not smile gently at him, but only forced a smile and called out to him in a trembling voice of fear.

Dante's fingers, which were holding his head, gradually loosened, and his right hand, which was gripping the dagger, fell to his side.

That wasn't calling out to him, but rather out of fear of him, hoping to appease him with such a lie and wait for his butler to find him. The subsequent waiting and conversation were simply stalling for time, but even so...

Dante, supporting himself on his knees, turned and pinned the dagger to the wall leading to the Cretaceous Circle.

"I really... want to become a hero of justice."

Dante let out a long exhale and turned around.

The chaos continues, the fighting has not stopped, but the monsters' goal is clear: to advance, break through the walls of the Cretaceous Circle, and head deeper into the capital, Millennium.

Dante drew his shotgun from his waist with his right hand, took out a cigarette case with his left hand, flicked it forcefully, bent down, and picked up a cigarette.

"Miss Ashley, rest assured, the heroes of justice will never step aside through this door, not even in death."

Chapter 158 The Beauty That Cannot Be Observed, Yet Heard

"Om-"

The calm surface of the water in the glass suddenly began to tremble violently, and the surrounding furniture and the whole house began to shake. The feeling of everything being shaken reminded Annie of a house whose main beams had been removed.

Annie began to feel inexplicably uneasy. Today, the main beam supporting the wasteland, which was full of problems, would be demolished, and the entire wasteland would undergo a dramatic improvement. In her mind, everything should proceed very naturally.

The gates of the Cretaceous Circle will be pushed open with incredible ease, and the heavily armed Jurassic Circle gangsters will march through the streets of the Cretaceous Circle like an honor guard, smashing down the useless, glaring gates of the capital, Millennium, amidst cheers.

But this commotion was far too exaggerated; she couldn't imagine what could have caused such a commotion.

Just as Annie was hesitating about going out to take a look, the door was pushed open, and Li Yili walked in very naturally, sat on her bed, and crossed her legs.

Because Rebecca was nowhere to be seen, Annie subconsciously became serious.

“Looks like it’s started,” Li Yili spread her hands and nodded towards the quiet garden outside the window. “Great, everything is happening just as you expected.”

Annie frowned. Li Yili's tone didn't sound like she was congratulating her, but Annie still kept her composure, turned to look out the window, and nodded slowly.

"Although there have indeed been many unexpected changes that I anticipated... no, that I hoped for, in terms of results, this will be a better future than I imagined."

"Will the future really be better than I imagined, Mom? Reality..." Li Yili narrowed her eyes, "He's a liar with no bottom line, not even a professional spirit. What reality shows you can never be the whole picture of him, but..."

Li Yili paused, leaned forward, and slapped Annie's head with her right hand, tightening her fingers to hold Annie's head in place, preventing her from turning her head and forcing her to look out the window.

"It doesn't matter, optimism is important."

"What are you doing—"

Annie raised her hand to slap away Li Yili's right hand, but a loud bang interrupted her movement, and her clear pupils began to dilate.

No matter where you are in the Cretaceous zone, a glaring crack is spreading along the pristine white wall that separates the Jurassic and Cretaceous zones.

"No way—"

Another incredibly deep, resounding crash followed. Huge rocks scattered about, and all the plants within the narrow window's view of the world flew wildly toward the capital, Millennium, with countless petals fluttering in the air.

“The city wall… collapsed,” Annie’s mind went blank. She couldn’t think for herself and could only passively accept this information she had never thought of before.

“Isn’t this a good thing? As long as this wall exists, the people of the wasteland will be divided into different classes, which, in your words, is… an unexpected change, but in the end, it will be a better future than you imagined,” Li Yili released Annie’s head.

Anne nodded blankly, turned her wheelchair to the window, and saw the enormous crack stretching further and further into the distance.

What she couldn't see was spreading slowly, but in reality, incredibly rapidly; the crumbling city wall wasn't just on this one side.

Li Yili was right. The city wall that divided the entire wasteland was a symbol of the wasteland's inherent evils and would definitely be demolished in the future. But she never imagined that the city wall would be demolished in this way today.

"Ha...this, isn't this great?" Annie rubbed her stiff face and forced a smile. "It shows they're determined to do it!"

“It’s inevitable, it is indeed inevitable, but little Miss Anne, why do you think they will do it the way you believe… it’s inevitable?”

Li Yili put down her hands, got up and slowly walked to the corner, crossed her arms, and silently raised the irregularly shaped edge of her yellow raincoat, which then fell down to cover her eyes.

"However... haha—little Miss Anne, now draw the curtains, plug your ears, and get some sleep, and you will have a wonderful future beyond your imagination."

Annie felt a chill run down her spine and turned around abruptly, but Li Yili was nowhere to be seen in the corner; all that remained was a cowboy hat embroidered with the alphabet hanging on a clothes rack.

"good……"

Anne glanced at the curtains to the side, subconsciously raised her hand, but immediately lowered it, biting her lip and staring intently at the collapsing city wall.

"If it's beautiful, why can't I see it or hear it!"

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

The handcrafted fountain pen slipped and crashed heavily to the ground. Tipole remained in the position of reaching for the pen for a while, then tightened the ink cap on one side and bent over with difficulty. However, Tipole's fat belly became the biggest obstacle. After trying for a long time, Tipole was unable to touch the pen, which was being shaken further and further away. He sighed helplessly and was just about to get up when a small hand grabbed the pen.

Tibor froze, stared at him for a while, and then sat back down.

"It has already begun—"

The pen was gently placed beside Tipole.