For Me, Use Self-Destruct on Them!

"We have a type of regional disaster called [Acid Fog], and everyone's Sanctuary has an 'acid-resistant membrane' outside; it's an essential structure. You don't have that."

The man smiled.

Su Luo and Song Shige both paused for a moment.

Damn, something seems off.

"[Darkness Survival], a light source is essential..." Song Shige began to exchange information briefly, describing the characteristics of the Land of Darkness, Monster Tide, Class Change Dungeons, and other basic settings.

A minute later, all three of them fell silent for a moment.

The reason why the three people were silent was because everyone else had gone out to scout ahead, while the nanny stayed in the Sanctuary.

"To put it simply, they're all people from the same world who are suddenly teleported by Survival System into a survival zone with a certain theme. They then explore, grow stronger, undergo trials, Class Change, become powerful, and finally enter 'Continued Battle'?"

The surrounding air vibrated, and Su Luo's voice suddenly appeared out of nowhere.

"'Continued Battle' might just be a battle between the top regions of different worlds. And the Trial Instance in our world are incredibly difficult to defeat." The man touched his hat.

"What's the point?" Song Shige asked.

"I don't know, maybe the Survival System likes cricket fighting." The Trickster shrugged.

"Cooperation?" Su Luo asked, manipulating the air currents in the air.

"No, my Sanctuary about to be destroyed by those shark-armed creatures in my world. I didn't even bother to use the Near-Death Teleportation; I just came to get some information and then I was eliminated."

The Trickster smiled and looked into the distance:

Something's coming; it doesn't seem to be made of Mana.

Su Luo had already sensed it.

In his mental vision, a dark shadow mixed with golden light was tearing through the sky, shooting straight towards him with a terrifying aura.

The energy fluctuations were different from Mana, and also different from the two types of energy that had just been sensed.

The storm was still slowly gathering, fluctuating slightly under Su Luo's control, with some of the high-speed rotating air currents settling and flowing.

Wind and fire intertwined and took shape, tons of air condensed, forming a massive wind wall before the black light, like a tangible barrier. On the wall, crimson flames flowed slowly, radiating terrifying heat.

"They noticed," the blonde woman said.

"If they can't even notice something this obvious, they don't deserve to be here." The man kept his eyes closed, his fingers tracing something in the Void. "I just wonder which god they serve."

"Just go straight through and continue testing the rules," the woman said decisively.

After a while, the man spoke again.

"Intentionally crashing into someone else's skill is useless; it doesn't trigger the damage return mechanism, which is expected. However, the Heretic is about to shatter."

"Preparation time is almost over. I see movement on the other side—a dense, white Tide. Let's move quickly."

"Let's have a fun Self-Destruct then."

The golden-black figure ignored the wall of wind and fire that stretched between heaven and earth, and plunged headlong into it.

The Berserk Wind Blades tore at the energy around him, and the scorching flames licked at his black robes, but he still stubbornly continued on his way.

Before long, he was covered in wounds, and tomato sauce was dripping from his body.

"Child, does it hurt?"

The man in the black robe had lifeless eyes, or perhaps he was half-asleep, but he seemed unaware of it.

In his perception, the God he revered day and night stood before him, bathed in a soft glow, gently inquiring about his condition. The voice was full of loving kindness, making him forget the pain in his body.

"It's okay, it doesn't hurt, thank goodness."

The man in black robes smiled.

"I'm sorry, it was I who insisted that you go and eliminate the heretics. I was too willful..." The God with slight remorse.

The man in black shook his head, feeling that God deity was truly wonderful.

He grew up in the slums, ventured out into the world and received some care from society, but then returned to the slums to lie there and wait to rot.

Until... Crossing into Faithful Survival, where he thrived, relying on his Talent to advance step by step, passing trials, and becoming a noble believer in a God.

Logically, God should be high above and cannot directly communicate with believers; they usually convey their will through oracles displayed in Sanctuaries.

However, he had his own Fortuitous Opportunity. During the faith selection phase at the end of the trial, he did not choose to worship the God of Spirit and Dreams served by the top two God in his region, but instead worshipped the God of Undeath.

What moved him even more was that Gods, who had initially paid little attention to him, seemed to be touched by his character and efforts after he entered the District War, and personally bestowed a projection upon him to guide his progress.

This is an honor that no other believer has; he is special.

Although his teammates looked at him strangely when he first entered the battlefield, and muttered things like "heretic" and "test of faith," he didn't care.

"Child, we're almost there."

The man in black robes became solemn, then his expression transformed into one of fanatical devotion.

What came into his view were several strangely shaped buildings, completely different from the church style he was familiar with.

"So many God in this area? The buildings are so low and cramped, how can they possibly serve and worship the Gods? They're all heretics!"

He thought with deep sorrow.

Although the Gods worshipped may differ, all God should hold their Gods in awe.

His gaze Lock-On on a burly man wielding a strange weapon and exuding a menacing aura, and a strangely dressed man.

You guys are the ones!

Warmth is here!

He slowed down and landed steadily in front of the two of them.

Before eliminating the heretics, he subconsciously glanced at his own Talents and skills:

[Damage Transfer: You can Damage Transfer you receive to others. Cooldown time is related to the amount of damage dealt and your strength; current maximum:...]

[Self-Destruct Truck (Blue) Level 1]

[Gather all your physical energy to create an art form]

The Skill Book was given to him by his teammate, and he had only been learning it recently.

They're actually quite nice people.

The Trickster looked at the black-robed figure before him, covered in wounds and now transformed into a blood-soaked man. "Hello..."

The man in black robes ignored him. In his perception, the God, bathed in Holy Light, floated to the side and issued a divine decree:

"For my sake, use Self-Destruct on them!"

The man in black robes smiled slightly, his expression radiating happiness and peace.

A flash of white light appeared, and a person ascended to heaven with his most devout faith.

The next moment, pure white light engulfed everything.

There was no sound, no shockwaves, only an ever-expanding absolute domain.

Everything within the area seemed to Annihilation in an instant, leaving behind a Perfect spherical Vacuum with a diameter of fifty meters and a depth of nearly ten meters.

The rocks at the edges have smooth, glassy surfaces, reflecting the slowly swirling storm in the sky.

The blast wave spread out, as if it had blown something away.

At the heart of this destruction, the phantom of the black-robed man's soul slowly emerged, protected by a layer of gray-black light—a blessing from the followers of the God of Undeath, preventing him from truly falling into the Abyss of death.

At the very instant the explosion occurred and his soul left his body, his Talent was triggered as if by a pre-programmed sequence.

"Half for each person, everyone gets a share, harm... transfer!"