Just Do It for the Whole World, Okay?

Paradox Element flowed underground, sweeping everything like the River Styx, while the Grewind Swarm and drones traversed the river's surface, searching for everything within this vast underground palace.

Low-value items such as valuables and weapons are not worth mentioning; the most important things are all kinds of evidence, documents, files, and instruments of torture, including physical files and computer hard drives, as well as a large number of video recordings.

This is a place of debauchery and extravagance, where the wealthy squander money and live extravagantly. Horus quickly found the ledgers and is conducting a detailed comparison.

"Furthermore, the count is complete; we've found a total of sixty-two survivors," Iron Son reported. "Only twenty-six are in good condition, because it hasn't been their turn yet."

The remaining people suffered injuries of varying degrees of severity.

Kang De pondered for a moment, then sighed, "Let's settle them in the White Mist World for now."

The wealthy who indulge in pleasure here are naturally dragged into the White Mist World to be punished, but the innocent who are abducted here are a bit more difficult to deal with.

They can't be killed, but they can't be released either. Releasing them would cause unnecessary trouble, and their safety can't be guaranteed... The only option is to keep them in the White Mist World for now.

He shook his head. "I'll think about how to settle them."

"In fact," Horus said, "They want to see you... and they also need to know what happened and their situation; this will help calm them down."

Kang De frowned, the face of Shalana flashing through his mind. The woman's fate and end still resonated with him, fueling his anger. He had no desire to see the other victims.

"... Go and tell them for me, I need some time. Heal the injured person with scrolls and holy water..."

"Really!?" the Transformers exclaimed excitedly. "I'm definitely going!"

"... etc!"

Kang De's expression changed, and he snorted, "You motherfucker."

If Horus were to replace him in comforting the victims, who knows what that rebellious son would say?

The Phase Gate spun open, and Kang De's figure vanished from Earth. Horus, still searching in the underground theater, stopped and chuckled softly.

White Mist World, nestled amidst the blazing sun of West Africa, in an oasis.

Dozens of people dressed in clothes resembling prison uniforms looked around at everything with a blank and fearful expression.

One second they were helplessly fearful and praying in a dark and gloomy solitary prison, and the next, the world was turned upside down, and the distant wasteland stretched out endlessly, silent and isolated from the world.

Some people had already cried, but many more didn't know whether to be happy or sad. They had come to this deserted place, but were far away from that terrible hell.

They didn't know why they were there; they tried to shout, but no one answered.

What place is this?

Just then, a strange sound came from not far away. Amidst the sound, which was like a thunderclap and shook the air, a black portal opened in the void.

People recoiled in shock, huddled together, and screamed in panic and fear.

Then they froze.

For they saw the dazzling, blazing holy light, and the figure emerging from the void gate was protected by an eerie, dreamlike cloak and sash. Brilliant wings of light fluttered behind him, while his face was hidden in the light and within the hood, impossible to look directly at, as glorious as a god.

The stunned people's knees buckled, and they instinctively wanted to kneel down.

"Don't kneel."

As if it were an iron law, people straightened their knees, as if some unseen force compelled them to stand tall and look directly at this magnificent and sacred being.

Kang De approached them, and the crowd parted in awe. Besides the bewildered survivors, dozens of wounded, some slightly injured and some seriously, lay on the ground.

The Divine Ring of Stellar Authority emitted a soft glow, nourishing the grievous wounds and soothing the aching soul. Kang De approached the most severely injured man, whose face had been half-skinned off. The bloodied half-face revealed endless pain and ferocity, with the vibrant muscle tissue clearly twitching.

A warm, holy light flowed over him, spreading across his battered and mangled body. Flesh and blood regenerated, and his injuries healed until the light faded, revealing that the strong man had returned to his original form.

Those who witnessed it all wept.

The man, who had escaped death, opened his eyes in a daze. He saw the scene before him and would forever remember this awe-inspiring and sacred sight.

"Who are you?" he asked, his lips dry. "Are you an angel?"

"No."

Kang De slowly said, "I am a human being who, through a confluence of circumstances, has become more powerful than you."

The wings of light vanished as they transformed into dazzling starlight, and the Paradox Element dissipated into the air. The savior returned to his original form, with black hair and yellow skin, and a calm expression. He grasped the other person's hand and pulled him up.

The crowd stirred slightly, and a few Asians showed excitement, but they did not make a fuss or cause any trouble, because the impact of the stunning entrance they had just witnessed was still fresh in their minds.

Kang De looked at the man who had asked him the question, "You must have many questions."

"Yes," the man replied, "Where is this place? Why are we here?"

"This is a safe place, far from the world. I have brought you here."

"That means?"

You are saved.

After a brief silence, the survivors cheered and wept with joy, embracing each other and shouting with delight—those who had been captured and imprisoned beneath the horse farm already knew what awaited them.

The man Kang De rescued was very calm, or rather, Kang De was very familiar with this kind of calmness.

It's a frenzied calmness, a calm frenzy.

Unlike the victims trapped in prison cells, he had already seen what hell looked like.

"Then," he said, "How should we repay you?"

No reward is needed.

Is it because we haven't repaid your kindness?

"No, it's because true angels ask for nothing in return," Kang De said slowly. "I don't need your repayment, not even your thanks, but I require you to do one thing."

"Please speak."

"Shalana, I want you to remember this name and be forever grateful to her." Kang De paused for a moment, then said, "She guided me to the prison beneath the horse farm. If she hadn't met me, I probably wouldn't have known about that hellish place, and you would have died tonight from malice and madness."

"If possible, I would like to express my gratitude in person."

"You no longer have that chance; she is dead, before you. Her holy soul has returned to heaven; she has completed her Mortal World mission... I hope someone will remember her name."

"... ah."

The man remained silent, the muscles in his face twitching incessantly.

After a moment of silence, he looked up and asked, "So, may we go home now?"

The survivors' eyes lit up with hope. They had fallen into a trap and plunged into darkness for various reasons. In these dark, fearful, and desperate days, home became the place they missed most.

"No, not at the moment."

The unwavering rejection caused unease and sadness, but no one questioned or protested—though things might have been very different if Kang De had appeared as a mortal from the start.

Kang De glanced at the people. "The group that captured you is not an ordinary criminal syndicate, but a huge organization. You escaped death, but you are still on their list and under their watchful eyes. If they find out that you have returned home safely, it will probably cause trouble for you and your families."

The logic is simple and easy to understand: at least during their time in captivity, they have come to know how lawless their kidnappers and captors are... the law can no longer be trusted.

"But this is not permanent. In three years, at the latest, you will be able to return to the sunlight and embrace your long-lost families. I will reunite you with your families."

Kang De patiently comforted these people who were completely unrelated to him.

Just for the sake of Shalana's life, which ended so tragically, he also wanted to make sure the remaining survivors were taken care of. He couldn't save Shalana's life, but he could continue the meaning of her life in another way.

See? Your life wasn't meaningless.

Even after your death, your kindness and good deeds will continue to benefit these innocent lives.

Amidst the extremes of joy and sorrow, the survivors looked bewildered. They gazed at each other, and one timidly asked, "But sir, what are we supposed to do for the next three years? What should we do?"

"You can live here, you can build a home here. I will provide you with the necessary living supplies and learning materials. You can live here, heal your wounds, learn a skill, and prepare for life three years from now..."

Just then, the man suddenly said, "Sir, why three years?"

Kang De looked at him.

The other person met Kang De's gaze without flinching.

Not just him, but everyone who has recovered from serious injuries.

They had endured the most agonizing torment and despair, and should have died, but the Paradox Element and the Sun's divine light saved their lives.

Now, these people who escaped death show no lingering fear or apprehension whatsoever.

It was as if these emotions had vanished from my life.

They stood there, exuding an eerie and fierce aura, frozen in place.

The man asked, "In three years, will we no longer have to worry about that criminal group's retaliation? May I assume that you intend to crush and destroy them during these three years?"

Kang De thought for a moment, "You could think of it that way."

In fact, it may not take that long; the reason it's three years isn't because of that.

"Then, may I follow you? May I fight like you?"

The familiar calmness and madness in the other person's eyes made Kang De feel as if he were in another world.

After a moment of silence, he smiled and said, "It's not that simple, my friend. Waiting here for three years will allow you to start a completely new life, but following me is a path of no return."

The man's face twitched violently, his chilling aura causing those around him to instinctively back away. "Following you, do I no longer have to worry about being betrayed by corrupt officials in my own country while investigating missing persons cases, my family facing death threats, or being kidnapped and tortured in a dark underground execution ground?"

"Yes," Kang De said in a deep voice, "Follow me, and you will no longer be the prey, but the hunter."

"Then I will feast on their fear."

A disturbing madness hung over the man's face; he was clearly no longer normal, as if his life had become incomplete, as if a piece of his soul was missing... He should have died long ago.

Kang De gave the other person a deep look, then turned and left. "Someone will come to pick you up soon. You have one more chance to back out. I will arrange training for you. Once you join, there is no turning back."

"Gentlemen!"

The man shouted behind Kang De, "We will remember Shalana! You said she was a true angel, then I swear to you, her holy blood will flow in my veins, and I will remember her for the rest of my life, imprinting her name in my blood, in my gratitude, and in my anger!"

Kang De stopped in his tracks. "Your name."

"Astaroth —my lord, Your Highness, King, Master...whatever I may address you as."

"So, Astaroth," Kang De stared into the other's eyes, "Are you angry?"

The other person paused for a moment, then nodded with a sinister grin.

"--Yeah."

Really? Me too.

The survivors watched as Kang De transformed into a streak of light and disappeared into the horizon.

An angel fell to Mortal World.

Then, ten thousand demons would have to be buried with her.

The Zhuerban region, a White Mist World, lies in the desolate Gobi Desert of the north, a place where prisoners are put on trial.

Men and women who could barely be discerned as once radiant and noble were now covered in terrifying decay, their faces distorted and their appearance horribly grotesque, moving like walking corpses.

Some people type rapidly in front of their computers, while others speak at length in front of webcams. They cannot control their bodies and mouths because an irresistible will suppresses their souls.

Private accounts, criminal records, social relationships, privacy secrets...

All sorts of dark secrets and news, countless confessions, shady relationships with the Britain government, connections with the Round Table... a torrent of shocking revelations have been released.

Gerard said that the wealthy families here could influence the whole of Britain, and even the world, through their networks of interests and social circles, and now it seems that this is indeed the case.

"This is truly eye-opening," Horus commented. "The nobles of the Distant Harbor are far inferior to them, whether in terms of style, influence, thinking, methods, or creativity."

Kang De scoffed.

Then, Iron Son asked again, "What do you need a confession for? With the media discourse controlled by the Western world, these things have no possibility of widespread dissemination. Most of the world's media giants are their own people—if you want to punish them, you don't need solid written evidence, do you?"

"Of course not."

"What's the use of that?"

"Excellent leverage, advantageous for business acquisitions."

"Ah?"

"A strike driven by rage, stirring up a storm, even if I conceal my whereabouts and destroy evidence, I'll likely still be suspected. Tonight I've taken down so many important figures, turned Britain upside down, and even risked a full-scale war. Under these circumstances, if I don't seize some things..."

Kang De said sternly, "--That's a despicable waste."

"Please be more open and frank."

"Oh, I'm going to plunder the industries and wealth of these Angsa devils, leverage their massive industrial advantage, rapidly develop infrastructure, improve people's livelihoods, train armies, and purchase military equipment in this other world. Then, with the equipment and army grown from farming, I'll go back and plunder the other Angsa devils, taking even more of their things."

Horus exclaimed, "A cycle!"

Kang De sneered, "They taught well."

He flashed back to Earth, where the silent horse farm was now deserted. The fine horses kept there had been infused with Paradox Element and taken to the White Mist World; they were more deserving of pity than the sinners.

A helicopter roared in from afar.

It seems they've realized something's wrong.

The Phoenix Fire blazed, and Kang De surveyed the surrounding area for several kilometers. "No superhumans detected. Both helicopters are carrying human special forces... The Round Table's nose is indeed divine."

Horus blocked all communication signals before making his move, preventing any messages from being sent out. He originally intended to use this place as a battlefield to force the Round Table to appear, employing a piecemeal tactic to first weaken a portion of the Round Table's forces and extract information through interrogation. However, it now seems they are not so foolish after all.

"That makes sense," Horus said. "There are several extraordinary individuals stationed in this theater, yet they've still disappeared without a trace. If I were at the Round Table, I'd also find it rather strange."

Kang De nodded. "Then, let's go with plan B."

He drifted away, glanced at the approaching helicopter, and whispered, "Explode."

Most of the Paradox Element that permeated the underground theater have been withdrawn, but a small portion has seeped into and entangled in every corner, key node, and pillar, merging with the high-energy explosives placed there.

They obey commands.

The next moment, the ground began to shake, and the flat ground in the center of the racecourse began to collapse, dust flying everywhere. It lasted only for a moment, and then endless light shone through the cracks!

"--boom!"

The fierce roar was like the fury of ocean waves, the dazzling pillar of light reached straight to the sky, and the violent shockwave swept out, overturning and blowing down the grass and trees in the hills and fields, and the crimson cloud pillar slowly rose!

The explosion occurred in the western suburbs of London, clearly visible throughout the city, and the sound carried far and wide.

Seconds later, London erupted in commotion.

The satellite phone rang; it was a rapid communication from back home.

Qin Mengjin's voice was more serious and urgent than ever before, even carrying a hint of accusation. "Comrade Kang De! What have you just done? Our..."

Before she could finish speaking, Kang De calmly said, "When faced with something that cannot be ignored, one draws their sword in anger, nothing more."

An urgent urging came from the other end of the phone, Qin Mengjin's voice almost frantic. "Stop beating around the bush, just tell me what you did? You've gotten yourself into a huge mess! And..."

"No need. If I see injustice, I will draw my sword in anger. Let the soldiers come and the flood come; I will shoulder the burden myself."

"You..."

"Promise me, for the sake of the whole world, okay?" Kang De said, "Protect my parents and Xiaoman."

"Let me finish!" Qin Mengjin shouted, "The embassy is in trouble!"

"... Damn it, why didn't you say so earlier?"

￥￥￥￥￥￥￥￥￥

PS1: Update... Charge almost complete, get ready for the second wave of fucking.