Sir! Don't close the net!

“I did as you said. Although I don’t have the power to threaten you into fulfilling the contract, I don’t think you would do something that would be a loss for you.”

The open door was slowly closed, and Tipor let out a long sigh of relief, raising his hand to cover his eyes.

"Ashley, you absolutely mustn't..."

"go out."

In front of the huge floor-to-ceiling window, Ashley pressed her hands against the glass, biting her lip, her clear eyes fixed on the massive doorway between the crumbling city walls.

"Hurry up and fall down..."

Ashley kept muttering to herself, hoping that the door would collapse as it crumbled, because that would mean Dante wasn't there.

“Mr. Dante wouldn’t be that foolish… The walls have already collapsed; whether the gate exists or not is irrelevant now…”

"So Mr. Dante must be thinking of another way."

A world that needs heroes to do something is a hopeless one, and the appearance of heroes is not to change this hopeless world, but to emphasize once again how hopeless this world is.

As the city wall collapsed, dust and smoke rained down like a tsunami. Among the debris, one after another, grotesque monsters with contorted and terrifying movements crashed down, dragging their deformed bodies toward the last city wall in the wasteland. Tourists from other countries, still reeling from the shock of the wasteland-like city wall collapsing, screamed and hid under the tables. Some of the residents of the Cretaceous Circle remained calm, while others panicked.

The seemingly slow collapse engulfed the entire Cretaceous Circle in an instant. Those who had not entered the buildings were mercilessly crushed, and many fragile buildings collapsed in the impact. The monsters, like hungry beasts that had smelled blood, charged straight toward the walls of the not-so-distant capital, Millennium.

Chapter 159 Examination Paper

The once majestic cathedral of the Church of God, which resembled an organ composed of various mechanical mechanisms and endlessly played steam and steel music, was now utterly silent, as if it had lost its power. All the gears and transmission rods had ceased their movement, like a huge, cold, deformed corpse.

The only thing that resonates within it is the legacy known as the "Prophecy Algorithm," which is said to possess the ability to foresee the future.

Of course, although it is said to have the ability to foresee the future, its actual effect is only one thing: to count down the days to the future.

Malfoy, with a cigarette dangling from his lips, kicked away the trash on the ground and walked towards the cathedral, utterly annoyed.

On the first night of the Millennium celebrations in the capital, all the residents of the capital seemed to have lost control, reveling and throwing all sorts of things at the headquarters of the Church of the God of Steam and Steel, which they had always revered and feared. Some threw garbage, while others went so far as to throw Molotov cocktails.

Fortunately, their evacuation was not as hasty as the capital Millennium believed, otherwise they would have really lost a lot.

And now, the last and most important thing that the entire Steam and Steel God Cult has not yet moved away is the [Prophecy Algorithm].

Malfoy couldn't understand why such an important thing had been left until now, and why no one had even suggested moving it.

Although the [Prophecy Algorithm] only has the function of a countdown, and [2012] is not far away, it is still a [Prophecy Algorithm], and even now the Cult of Steam and Steel has not fully deciphered the meaning of each number in the [Prophecy Algorithm].

Malfoy is still

I remember Harry's meaningful expression when I asked him when he would move out of the "Prophecy Algorithm".

Harry said nothing, and Malfoy didn't have the courage to ask any further questions.

After a few days, however, he began to wonder why he didn't dare to ask further. Thinking back to Harry's expression, it wasn't actually that scary. It was like when he asked the student next to him after the exam if he could take the exam paper with him, the student next to him gave him the expression of "What do you think?"

He understood Harry's expression then, but he didn't clearly understand what Harry was trying to convey. His subconscious used fear to stop his thinking, but now he started thinking again.

If, just if, the [oracle algorithm] where all values ​​were 0 two thousand years ago was a blank exam paper, then the numbers that have changed on the [oracle algorithm] over these two thousand years are the answers they wrote down. Now, as we approach the [2012] deadline, what will be used to examine this exam paper?

"Ha... what am I thinking?"

Malfoy let out a long breath, finding it ridiculous that he had such thoughts. But the moment he stepped into the cathedral, Malfoy's heart stopped beating, his pupils contracted and dilated repeatedly, and an unimaginable chill, accompanied by a phantom scream, spread from his limbs.

Inside the empty cathedral, before the [Prophecy Algorithm] that should have been played out in solitude, stood a thin, dilapidated, ancient, yellow figure whose appearance could not be discerned.

Malfoy dared not move, not even breathe. For the first time in his life, he wished he were a statue so he wouldn't have to suppress his fear to control every muscle in his body that was trembling wildly.

The teacher who was collecting the papers arrived, but it wasn't time to collect them yet, so the teacher just stood aside and looked at the answers on the exam papers that were already set in stone.

"Ah-"

Overwhelmed with tension, Malfoy clenched one of his teeth, making a tiny, almost imperceptible sound that was jarring in the quiet. The ancient yellow figure also made a move, seemingly trying to turn around.

Without a second thought, Malfoy knelt down with a thud, his forehead pressed firmly to the ground, too afraid to move. His mouth opened uncontrollably as he began to gasp for breath.

A suffocating silence descended, and in the face of this silence, time seemed to lose its meaning. Waiting in such silence was like torture, leaving Malfoy physically and mentally exhausted. But the fear of the unknown, which was far beyond his comprehension, took hold of him. He dared not look up. He was certain that no matter what kind of face was under that yellow raincoat, the moment he raised his head, his ego would collapse.

Perhaps it was because he was too nervous, but Malfoy felt as if the ground was softening, or even starting to flow.

An ancient yellow color drifted into Malfoy's field of vision, and the ground rippled like water where a pebble had been thrown in. Malfoy's fingers, which were pressed tightly against the ground, began to sink.

Malfoy's heart skipped a beat, but he managed to control himself, neither screaming nor running away, and waited quietly.

Whether it was because he was tired of it, or because he was as insignificant as a speck of dust that didn't need to be noticed, after only a few seconds of standing there, the ancient yellow figure moved away, and the viscous black liquid faded away as if it were an illusion. Everything was like a nightmare, and Malfoy's hand went limp and he collapsed to the ground with a thud.

After catching his breath for a while, Malfoy finally recovered from the dizziness, but he still couldn't muster any strength in his limbs.

Malfoy looked up at the [Prophecy Algorithm] in the distance, gritted his teeth, and struggled to lift his limbs, taking a full ten minutes to crawl to the [Prophecy Algorithm].

After rubbing his hands together for a while, Malfoy cautiously stood up, pressing his knees, and looked at the [Prediction Algorithm].

"boom--"

The city walls, adorned with various reliefs to display their majesty, collapsed not long under the onslaught of the monsters. The guards, still struggling near the walls, were swallowed by the boulders before they could even react. With each roaring monster that trampled over the rubble, a splash of blood would erupt from the broken stones.

The residents of the decadent capital, Millennium, had not even recovered from their revelry when they were confronted with an absurd and terrifyingly large mouth.

Blood blossoms burst forth, and finally some people reacted, fleeing in a sorry state. But without exception, they were all caught up by the monsters, whose limbs were gradually dismembered and whose bodies swelled like balloons. Some were crushed to death on the wall, becoming tasteless decorations, while others were swallowed up by the suddenly exploding limbs of the monsters, screaming as they were assimilated by the monsters' blood and became new monsters.

"This is...this is!"

Malfoy suddenly straightened up, as if he had received a surge of power from a higher dimension. His limbs were filled with strength, and his heart began to pound violently. Before him lay the doomsday [2012] that they could not avoid. All the numbers on the merciless countdown [prophecy algorithm] had returned to zero.

Chapter 160 The Illusory City Walls, the Real City Walls

"boom--"

The gunshots that used to be as deafening as thunder were now as faint as the wails of the weak in the face of this natural disaster, and no one would care.

The twisted flesh swelled under the intense heat, and the scattered bullets tore open the monster's chest cavity in an instant. Even with a large hole in its chest, the monster still staggered forward, its strange arms reaching towards the door.

Dante swung his shotgun, the butt of which slammed down on the monster like a hammer.

A merciless blow shattered the monster's skull from above, and several lines of blood seeped from its blurred features.

The monster fell to the ground, its eyes fixed on the direction of the gate. Dante raised his hand to wipe the blood from his face. Steaming shell casings fell to the ground, and new bullets were loaded. Due to overuse, the muzzle of the shotgun was glowing an unusual red, and it could explode at any moment.

Dante had no time for such trivial matters. In the short time it took him to reload, the absurd monster pounced on him.

Even though the walls leading to the Cretaceous zone had almost completely collapsed, these monsters seemed to lack any independent thought and simply charged forward. Because the walls of the Triassic and Jurassic zones had long since collapsed, they saw the walls of the Triassic zone. In the Jurassic and Cretaceous zones, the walls had collapsed, and even the walls of the capital city of Millennium might have collapsed, but the walls of the Triassic zone remained as majestic as ever.

If the walls of the Triple Circle haven't been breached, then where did all these monsters come from?

Dante didn't have the energy to think about these things, nor did he believe he had the ability to change anything; he was simply... rebelling.

Shoot the monster in the head, keeping your eyes wide open even when covered in its blood. If there's no time to reload, use the shotgun as your weapon. If the shotgun is taken away, pull out the pistol hidden on your person.

Even though no war had occurred, the flames of war engulfed the world he knew, as if trying to completely transform it. The blood of monsters and residents gradually covered everything.

Dante rammed into the monster's chest, his right index finger frantically pulling the trigger, streaks of red light accompanied by flying blood sweeping out from the monster's back.

I want to build a peaceful kingdom with the merchants of the Cretaceous region.

His father, the godfather of the Mafia, never lied, so Norman was serious. From this day forward, the gangsters and businessmen would join forces to turn the wasteland into a peaceful world.

When thugs no longer resort to violence to solve all problems, but instead follow and uphold the rules like businessmen do; when businessmen no longer ruthlessly extract profits, but instead fulfill their responsibility to enrich society like royalty and nobility do.

The world will indeed become a much better place.

The wasteland thugs long for peace because...

Only peace can erase the fighting spirit of the vast majority of people. The thugs who have struggled and worked hard to eliminate countless enemies who have also struggled to rise up do not want to see more terrible enemies appear, take away their positions, or even take their lives. Therefore, they want peace. Only the foundation of peace can build a world where the thugs can truly do whatever they want.

The city wall collapsed, but a new, even more impregnable city wall was erected.

The choice is between a world with real city walls and a world where illusory city walls are erected in people's hearts.

No matter which world it is, it's a world that righteous heroes cannot tolerate, no matter which world it is...

This is a world that even righteous heroes cannot change.

The lifeless monster slid slowly down Dante's body and fell heavily into a pool of blood. Behind the monster was a world that resembled hell.

"despair……"

Dante's hands hung limply at his sides as he gasped for breath. His eyes were filled with images of monsters dragging his deformed body as they charged towards him. A slow, blood-stained grin spread across his face as he bent down to pick up the shotgun with its barrel bent from the ground. The boiling blood couldn't extinguish the intense heat on the barrel, but Dante seemed oblivious to it all, gripping the barrel tightly and swinging it at the monsters.

Inside the chalk circle, Annie gripped the armrests of her wheelchair tightly, her trembling pupils reflecting the garden trampled by the monsters.

"How could this be... it shouldn't be like this..."

The revolutionary army she had imagined advancing towards the malignant tumor of the capital, Millennium, amidst cheers was shattered. Reality, which was beyond her expectations, dealt her a heavy blow, and a deep sense of powerlessness overwhelmed her, making even breathing an extremely difficult task.

Annie's breath hitched. She saw that the monsters had pieces of cloth hanging from their bodies. The cloth was so torn that it didn't look like it was hung up when the residents were torn apart. It looked more like it had been stretched to the point of bursting. Although these monsters ran like wild beasts, their shapes were more like humans.

A terrifying possibility surfaced in Annie's mind and took root, frantically draining her thinking ability.

These monsters are people.

The monsters rushed in from the outside. No one could raise so many monsters that would turn the entire wasteland into a true wasteland, yet there were so many people.

"Something must have gone wrong."

Anne held her head and muttered to herself.

She had always known that the Cult of Steam and Steel was subtly changing all of them through water and food. Although she didn't know why the Cult of Steam and Steel was doing this, she was certain that they would gain something from it. And although the Cult of Steam and Steel was radical in its ideology, it was always very steady in its actions.

Even if the Church of Steam and Steel were to reap this reward, it would do so in a very discreet manner, without causing any disturbance.

Therefore, she could not understand what was happening before her eyes, nor could she understand what all of this could bring.

Now draw the curtains, plug your ears, and get some sleep. You'll be greeted with a future more wonderful than you can imagine.

Li Yili's voice was in her ears once again.

Sounded.

Annie was startled and immediately turned to look at the corner, but Li Yili wasn't there. The cowboy hat that was constantly swaying in this disaster, as if it might fall off at any moment, seemed to be hinting at something.

Anne instinctively reached out towards the cowboy hat, but at that moment, the cowboy hat slipped off the hook and slowly fell to the ground.

"Well--"

Anne tightened her fingers, tilted her head, reached out and pulled the curtains on both sides, pulling them up forcefully as if she had used up all her strength. Her hands then fell down and covered her legs.

Only by facing the unimaginable reality could she truly determine whether abandoning her legs was to truly stand up, to change something, or simply to give herself a reason not to accept anything.

Chapter 161 Because That's How You Called Me

The once luxurious and magnificent palaces collapsed in an instant. Gold, jewels, and all kinds of artworks were swallowed up by the fire. On the burning ruins, monsters spread their arms and roared to the sky, as if to announce their victory. But before they could roar a few times, their bodies swelled up like balloons, reached their limit, and burst. Black flesh and blood gushed out and splashed on the ruins, seeping into the earth.

Not only in the capital Millennium, but also in the Cretaceous and Jurassic Circles, the monsters that were still running around stopped moving and burst like balloons.