When Fang Zheng opened his eyes again, all he saw was... a shattered ceiling.
"Ugh... this world really fucking has it out for me..."
Fang Zheng sucked in a breath, got to his feet, and brushed the dust and debris off himself.
After defeating Lucifer, he had ascended the Supreme Throne. Fang Zheng had then fulfilled his promise, using the Supreme Throne to restore this world and turn it into one where humans and demons coexisted—oh, and he wiped out the Ghouls while he was at it. Since there were demons now, there was naturally no need for things like Ghouls. The humans were the ones Fang Zheng mainly protected, so whether the Ghouls lived or died... was naturally none of his concern.
Once he had confirmed that the entire world had been restored, Fang Zheng drew his sword and shattered the Supreme Throne with a single blow.
Yet this world seemed unwilling to submit to Fang Zheng even then. The instant he destroyed the Supreme Throne, the entire Supreme Heaven where he stood suddenly fractured and was sucked into a spatial rift. Then Fang Zheng drifted and drifted, drifted and drifted... before falling straight from the sky and slamming into the ground.
"Did it seriously think that would kill me?"
Fang Zheng moved his body around and complained at the same time. Honestly, this was the first time he had encountered a World Will so "unyielding unto death" that he did not even know what to do with it. This thing was absolutely relentless, scheming desperately to delay the process of Fang Zheng claiming it for himself. It had adopted the attitude of, "Even if I can't beat you, I'll annoy you to death." To be honest, that really did leave Fang Zheng somewhat depressed.
Right now, it felt