Sun: What the Fuck Is War?

"Seven Killings..."

"That was ruthless."

In the Elder Council's basement, Grand Elder Nie Jiutian muttered to himself.

Blood streamed steadily from his ears, and the game livestream before him had long since gone black. No one knew why he had inflicted such injuries upon himself.

Yet down here, in this forgotten underground place, separated by an unknowable distance—perhaps even by the universe itself—he seemed able to see everything happening in the game.

The Nail of the Fallen God was something even Lu Ce himself had forgotten. But the players present, especially Xie Antong, knew exactly what it was.

At her wedding, the Illuminati had lured Lu Ce there. This Nail of the Fallen God had been their trump card, meant to kill Lu Ce.

Back then, anyone within the nail's area of influence had their abilities drastically weakened.

It was only because Lu Ce's abilities had all been rooted in his physical body that the enemy had failed to succeed.

But that had been the last time, when it had been wielded by people. This time, the gods themselves were using it—and it had pierced straight through his body.

Its power was not easy to judge.

Still, while Xie Antong and the players in the game knew of the Nail of the Fallen God and its effects, most people did not understand what it did.

But... Nie Jiutian knew!

This living fossil of the world had lingered in that basement for so many years, his mind holding everything humanity should have remembered but most had already forgotten.

Even if the whole world had once had its memories erased and its consciousness altered, he still remembered.

He knew that the last time the Nail of the Fallen God had appeared in the world, it had likewise been God's Handiwork!

The meaning