"So, how do you kill a world?"
"That's an extremely dangerous question. It's very difficult. You've seen it before—only when a world reaches the state of the Silent Mountain Range World can it possibly head directly toward its end."
Big Cat's answer did not make Lu PingAn give up.
"Then, what if we only kill this world's self-awareness?"
"That would still be very difficult. Can you kill an invisible soul within a body? First, you would have to find the soul. How is that any different from killing it directly?"
Even for a former quasi-god and evil god, such a question was still rather beyond the limit.
But was there truly no way at all? Not necessarily. It was just that those big shots were used to either "hinting" or remaining silent. Many people were making preparations, but whether they would truly go as far as carrying them out was another matter.
More often than not, those preparations were for the day they turned against each other. The more the Earthlings understood this world's will, the less they could trust it.
".Hello. I came in accordance with the will of the 'Lord.' Please tell me about the current era."
When the strange telepathic voice rang out in his mind, Lu PingAn looked toward the southwest and saw a gigantic insectoid.
Its blade-like legs glinted with sharp light, while its thick shell reminded Lu PingAn of a heavily armored tank. With just one glance, he knew it was a terrifying killing machine.
Yet when it lightly landed on the deck and introduced itself, even Lu PingAn was taken aback.
"Hello, I am Mudar, a publicity worker. You may also call me an artist or an educator. I am an expert specializing in text processing and propaganda."
When a monstrous creature that