Was He Really Dead?

"No."

Qin Chuan's brief, firm reply silenced the person on the other end.

After a long pause, the other person said slowly, "I understand. Thank you for the information."

"I've told you everything I can," Qin Chuan said flatly. "How you respond is up to you. All I can say is, there isn't much time left."

He hung up, crushed the phone between his fingers, tossed it into the trash, then lay back in his Gaming Pod and logged on.

He glanced at the Co-op Battle Quest's progress. It had risen by another one ten-thousandth. That did not look like much, but it was far faster than at the start.

Tiga Lingyu and Crimson Feather logged on soon afterward. Neither said much, but judging by their locations, they were heading out to level up and clear dungeons.

Qin Chuan did not rush into anything. Instead, he considered his next steps.

When the Inheritance Secret Realm opened, he had exchanged a few words with the God of Light from afar. Unfortunately, the old bastard had not shown his face. Otherwise, Qin Chuan would have put a bullet in him.

When the Sky God's Remnant Corpse was destroyed, Qin Chuan had expected the God of Light to seize the chance to launch a sneak attack. Instead, nothing had happened.

That was not normal.

The most reasonable explanation was that the God of Light had intended to act, but Apocalypse had stopped him.

It was a contradiction. As Qin Chuan saw it, the Gods had treated Blue Star as their hunting ground and destroyed everything in the end. Yet the God of Light had called it Apocalypse's hunt.

Judging by what the Mechanical Pioneer and Bone Hand had told him, the relationship between Apocalypse and the Gods was not so simple.

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