When Supervisor Shiweite saw the protective barrier vanish, before he could say anything, Chang Wei raised a hand. The air visibly warped, eventually forming an almost transparent little bead in Chang Wei's palm.
"This is the radiation produced by the Nuclear Weapons you people claim can slay gods. It may not be as lethal as before, but once concentrated, it can still make one person wish they were dead."
Chang Wei said to Supervisor Shiweite.
Using telekinesis to gather the radiation and Nuclear Fuel left behind after the nuclear blast was effortless for Chang Wei. To others, however, it was an incomprehensible miracle.
Supervisor Shiweite's pupils contracted. Everyone realized what this angel intended to do. Supervisor Shiweite tried to kill himself, only to find that his body was beyond his control as he flew in front of Chang Wei.
Chang Wei merely held up the bead, no bigger than a longan seed, and it flew into Supervisor Shiweite's gaping mouth on its own.
"Gulp!"
At the sound of that swallow, everyone felt a chill run down their spines. That was Nuclear Radiation from a nuclear blast. Though modern Nuclear Weapons were said to have improved technology and no longer produced Nuclear Radiation as severe as Nagasaki or Hiroshima, no one believed Nuclear Radiation had become harmless.
Not to mention that all that radiation had now been concentrated inside Supervisor Shiweite.
"Aaaaaaah!"
Supervisor Shiweite suddenly began howling in agony. His skin visibly festered, and he frantically clawed at his own flesh, only to tear off a huge chunk of rotten meat in one go. Before long, his pain receptors rotted away, leaving him unable to feel pain.
But that did not mean his torment had eased. He watched helplessly as his body rotted away bit by bit. That mental torture was