His Last Chance, a Win-Win

At that moment, time seemed to stand still. Beneath the gaze of hundreds of millions of viewers around the world, facing the pitch-black waves and the towering skull, illuminated by the light in the sky, Perfect Life chose to attack a god.

Everything seemed frozen in that instant, like it had entered a painting.

The confusion in his eyes was gone. There was not even any intense hatred left, only calmness and an iron-like resolve.

His mental strength and focus were among humanity's very best. When Despair had charged upward against the waves just now, he had seen the expression of every player floating on a wooden plank.

He had not avoided their gazes or deliberately looked away. On the contrary, he had engraved every person's despair, resentment toward him for standing by and doing nothing, and curses into his heart.

He knew that from this day onward, he would no longer be perfect.

But he also knew that from this day onward, he would become whole.

His body was like the booster of an ascending rocket, never considering how he would turn back or land. After crossing an unknown distance, he finally reached the same height as the skull's eye socket.

Before the blood-moon-bright color within that eye socket stood a figure clad entirely in black, with a gloomy face.

"You're Despair?" Perfect Life asked calmly.

The calmness in his voice did not affect his actions. His right hand was behind his back, and the clothing wrapped around his arm was blasted apart by tyrannical energy, revealing veins swollen beneath the skin like little snakes writhing underneath.

The Heavenly Halberd in his hand shone brilliantly. Without another word of nonsense, he suddenly smashed it forward!

Everything from the past had been both a gift and shackles.

With this swing