Staring at the slip of paper amid the flesh and blood, Li Huowang's pupils dilated in disbelief. To achieve something like this, Qing Wanglai could only have stuffed this paper into his brain before everything even began!
In other words, this guy had calculated everything without a single miss—even the fact that Li Huowang would blow his head apart with a gun?!
Watching the mangled corpse fall into the pool of blood on the ground, Li Huowang clutched his increasingly agonizing abdomen. Gritting his teeth in unwillingness, he dragged over that bloodstained slip of paper.
"If you saw this paper, that means I guessed right again. Well? Haven't these correct predictions been enough to prove that my views are right?"
"However, whether you believe it or not no longer matters. Once the bow is drawn, there is no turning back. Once my plan begins, it will not stop."
"One more reminder: the poison in my body was chronic, but the poison in those test tubes was acute. I would not leave you one or two days to figure out an antidote."
"Hehe, you had one or two days left to live just now, but suddenly you have none. How does that feel? Are you still afraid?"
"You will all die very soon. Sorry, I wrote that wrong. You are all projections. To be precise, all you projections will collapse."
Yang Na's pained groans reached his ears. Li Huowang's hand, its fingers slick with blood, trembled and turned white from how hard he clenched it.
"As your projections collapse, a singularity will form throughout the projection world. From that singularity, it will spread outward, enough to reclaim the entire projection of the real world within eight days."
"Don't worry. This is only the beginning. And without your interference, the first-layer projection